High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 36: Monster Talent, Little One’s Crisis

Chapter 36: Chapter 36: Monster Talent, Little One’s Crisis
Zhou Yuan was dumbfounded; he had befriended a monster.
Beside him, Little One was burying her head in cultivation. The experiences of the past few days made her realize her frailty; Uncle Wolf wouldn’t always be by her side.
Before long, Su Mu opened his eyes, his brow slightly furrowed. In just a short moment, his Qi and blood had decreased by two to three tenths.
"The Qi and blood consumption is astonishing... The Blood Control Secret Technique also demands high mastery over Qi and blood."
Su Mu hadn’t had time to digest and reorganize his thoughts when he felt an intense gaze on him. Zhou Yuan was staring at him intently, as if looking at some rare treasure.
"Su Mu, how did you do it?"
"Qi Blood Emission, that’s an ability only Fifth Level Martial Artists can perform!"
Is that so, this ability is called Qi Blood Emission?
It’s a Fifth-Level Martial Artist’s ability?
No wonder, that day, a thin layer of Qi and blood on the Fifth Level Alien Race’s skin could still block his sudden strike without any apparent defense.
After the initial shock, Su Mu felt a surge of happiness. The Breathing Technique Elder Wang had passed onto him was truly extraordinary. The Blood Control Secret Technique, which was a minor success, turned out to be a Fifth-Level Martial Artist’s ability.
Having grasped a Fifth-Level Martial Artist’s ability ahead of time, he had underestimated the potential of this Nameless Breathing Technique!
"That Fifth Level Alien Race once performed it, so I thought I’d give it a try. I didn’t expect to get some ideas out of it just by luck."
"Luck? So simple, you just tried, and succeeded?"
"Just breaking through to Fourth Level Martial Artist and being able to perform Qi Blood Emission; Su Mu, your talent is truly monstrous, you’re simply a freak!"
Zhou Yuan exclaimed in awe. Su Mu, hearing this, could only chuckle awkwardly and shake his head. Good talent?
If he had good talent, he wouldn’t have been stuck at the Third Level Martial Artist bottleneck for a decade. A full decade! Su Mu never thought of himself as having good talent; he was quite clear about his own abilities.
He, Su Mu, was just an ordinary person, at best a bit luckier.
Time flew by, day turned into night, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.
That day, Little One suddenly screamed in panic, catching Su Mu and Zhou Yuan’s puzzled glances.
"It’s over, all over..."
"Today is July 10th, the day of the Martial Exam. The space passage hasn’t been repaired. The exam has started half an hour ago, I, I’m going to miss the Martial Exam!"
Little One visibly turned dejected. Years of hard work to get the First Level Alchemist qualification, all for a chance to get into a good Martial Arts University, but she missed it all.
The first year of the Martial Exam was the most accessible since the Qi and blood standard for retakers would increase.
Zhou Yuan opened and closed his mouth several times, but was truly powerless to help.
"Little One, do you want to come to Shenjiang Martial Arts University?" Su Mu thought of special admissions.
"Shenjiang Martial Arts University?"
Honestly, Little One had never considered this university. The reason being, Shenjiang Martial Arts University was at the bottom nationwide, while her dream South China Martial Arts University was a top T20 university.
The gap was like that between heaven and earth.
But now she was swayed. After all, Uncle Wolf was a mentor at Shenjiang Martial Arts University. Maybe this university wasn’t as bad as she imagined?
And if she got into this university, wouldn’t she be able to...?
Thinking of this, Little One was tempted, "But I missed the Martial Exam, I can’t go, right?"
Su Mu then explained about the school reform and special admissions, and Zhou Yuan, upon hearing, patted his chest confidently, "Leave this to me; once out, I’ll help you apply for special admission, Little One."
...
As night fell, there was a sudden tremor at the space passage, and a brilliant silver light shone as the passage opened.
Led by three Grandmaster-Level powerhouses, the 1955 Corps, Shenjiang Martial Arts University, and the Shenjiang City Martial Artists Association members marched into the battlefield, ready to suppress the alien race.
"The passage is restored, we’re saved!"
Little One suddenly hugged Su Mu tightly, and Zhou Yuan joined in, holding Su Mu, and they cheered joyfully.
"Let’s go quickly."
Su Mu thought it might attract attention to retrieve the space ring now, as the last survivors, they would inevitably be questioned about the battlefield mutation, perhaps another time.
At the main camp.
The ground was a dark red, with severed limbs creating a mountain of corpses and blood, the fear and despair frozen on the faces of the dead was horrifying to behold.
A heavy sorrow lingered in everyone’s hearts.
"They’re dead, everyone died in battle!"
"Damn alien race!"
Vomiting sounds filled the scene.
Most students from Shenjiang Martial Arts University had never seen such a purgatory and vomited en masse on the spot, and even many mentors began to vomit.
"First, transport the warrior bodies out, log casualties, and notify the families once identities are confirmed, ensuring all fallen warriors’ families are well-comforted, compensation increased by thirty percent, ..."
"Corps of Engineers, start rebuilding the main camp immediately..."
"Other corps of the 1955 Corps, operate in groups based on the clearing route, the top priority is to search for survivors. If any trace of the alien race is found during this time, except for necessary captives, immediate execution is allowed."
Orders were met with a sense of hope from a few regarding survivors, but with the discovery of all three Fifth Level Martial Artist bodies, hope dwindled.
All three Fifth Level Martial Artists had died in battle at the main camp, making survival unlikely for anyone else.
Amidst the mourning, Su Mu’s group of three was escorted to the space passage by corps members.
Seeing three survivors, those present couldn’t help but cheer!
As expected, the trio was immediately taken for questioning. When they heard about the space passage anomaly and the subsequent bloodbath by Bloodline Alien Races leading dozens of Fifth Level Alien Races on the main camp.
Commander Zhang, Principal Qian, and Chairman Li of the Martial Arts Association all frowned, the situation was far beyond expectance, clearly premeditated by the alien race.
If this were related to the Demon God Pillar’s projection, it would be a major issue, and they must quickly uncover the alien race’s purpose and it to the Governor of South China promptly.
In their view, if it involved the Demon God Pillar, even the Governor of South China needed to be informed.
"Well, you’ve done well, staying alive is good, leave the rest to us, you should leave the battlefield now."
After the talk, Principal Qian called Zhou Yuan and Su Mu aside.
"You are both part of our Shenjiang Martial Arts University, I’m relieved you’re alive."
"Zhou Yuan, my condolences on Director Zhou; Principal Qian gently patted Zhou Yuan’s shoulder.
Zhou Yuan lost his parents early, raised by Director Zhou. Though not kin, they were like family.
Mentioning Director Zhou, Zhou Yuan was silent for a while, clenching his teeth finally, "He was my role model, I swear he won’t have died in vain."
"Thank you too, Principal Qian, I want to personally bring my uncle’s body back."
"Alright, go ahead."
"Su Mu, words can’t express my gratitude, I’ll take my leave first, and will find you once I’ve settled things."
Principal Qian was slightly astonished hearing this, as Su Mu had apparently saved Zhou Yuan, yet his impression of Su Mu was merely as someone Wang Shuheng had promoted.
"Elder Wang is very worried about your safety; he hasn’t rested a moment to repair the space passage and fell exhausted, muttering your name. He’s in the school medical room now; go see him once you’re out."
"And your..."
Elder Wang collapsed for him...?
Su Mu felt deeply touched and showed a trace of urgency, "Thank you, Principal Qian, I will go immediately."
Principal Qian sensed Su Mu’s eagerness, nodding appreciatively. Although he didn’t yet know his capabilities, this nature wasn’t feigned.
Su Mu and Little One immediately left the battlefield.
Outside a hospital room, Su Mu knocked before entering.
"Elder Wang... Zhao Meng, why are you here too?"
"Teacher Su, you, you’re okay, that’s such a relief, I thought I would never see you again!" Zhao Meng climbed down from the hospital bed and embraced Su Mu tightly.
Su Mu had always seen Zhao Meng as a sister and gently patted her back, "It’s okay, it’s all over now."
Seeing Su Mu arrive, Elder Wang let out a sigh of relief. This boy being fine was good, but for some reason, seeing Su Mu irritated him slightly. His coaxing seemed ineffective compared to Su Mu’s simple presence?
The hospital room door was ajar, and hearing the commotion, Little One peeked her head in curiously.
The scene of embrace etched into her vision unexpectedly, her expression shifted, and an inexplicable irritation stirred her heart, along with a sense of crisis.
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