Chapter 1106 - 365: Unlocking a New Servant

The Steel Bone Race boasted bronze skin and iron bones, giving them astonishing Defense Power.

However, their eye sockets were a relatively vulnerable spot.

Who could have imagined Mo Kai would be so insidious? Gang Yue certainly never expected his teammate to hand over an easy kill so early on.

"Ugh... Ah... Mo Kai, you..."

Mo Kai’s fingers dug deeply into the Steel Bone’s eye sockets, accompanied by wave after wave of terrifying summit aura.

The Steel Bone nearly suffocated from the pain.

These summit auras were weak; if he had been at his peak, the Steel Bone wouldn’t have cared at all.

But the current situation was different.

He had already been pushed to the brink of death by Qiu Fenghai. Coupled with Mo Kai’s sneak attack, he instantly entered a near-death state—the kind not even an Immortal could save.

"To be slain by me, Mo Kai, is your good fortune, Steel Bone."

Mo Kai’s tone was calm, a wicked smile hanging on the corners of his mouth, though the Steel Bone couldn’t see it.

"You’re too despicable... COUGH..."

Spitting out a large mouthful of blood, the life force within the Steel Bone began to dissipate.

Even in death, he couldn’t figure it out.

Why would Mo Kai be so despicable?

He had actually used Fei Tianhong’s source image stone to act out a play, and he had acted so realistically.

Mo Kai.

You will die a horrible death.

A horrible death!

"Three Ninth Grade heads are enough to make friends with Su Qingfeng.

"No matter how far this so-called tribulation develops, making peace with Su Qingfeng first can’t hurt.

"Su Qingfeng, oh Su Qingfeng, don’t you dare disappoint me. I’m counting on you for my chance at the summit!"

With a single palm strike, Mo Kai pulverized the three Ninth Grade corpses into powder. Then, he efficiently grabbed the three Ninth Grade heads and flew toward Jing Niao City.

"It’s a pity these three Ninth Grade hearts are wasted. I don’t know Cang Ji’s combat method of refining hearts to break through!"

Mo Kai felt a bit of regret.

But it didn’t matter.

He had no one to rely on and had made it this far through cunning and luck. Now, he also had a chance at the summit.

So what if he didn’t have ancestors from the Eight Races Sacred Land? Relying on his own abilities, he could also reach the peak. His fate was up to him, not the heavens. The Eight Races Sacred Land might look down on him, but he would make them all regret it!

Outside Jing Niao City.

"The Yan Gui Corps has the latest battle report, so I need to hurry back.

"Su Yue, say goodbye to your dad and come with me!"

Yan Chenyun had just received a message, and his expression shifted slightly. It wasn’t too serious, but he still wanted to hurry back and check.

The matter with the Zhao Qi Corps was also considered settled.

"You head back first. I’m taking my son to cultivate for a few days!" Su Qingfeng stepped forward and said.

Su Yue was taken aback.

His dad wanted to take him to cultivate?

The kind of cultivation that involved sightseeing and relaxing?

He was actually looking forward to it a little. In truth, Su Yue didn’t really want to return to Earth. After getting used to the Wet Realm’s environment, the city felt a bit boring.

"Nonsense. You parents have absolutely no sense of discipline.

"Su Yue is currently a student of West Martial, and I am the head of his internship unit. You want to ask for leave just like that? Have you even asked for my permission as his boss?!

"I do not approve this leave!"

Yan Chenyun placed his hands behind his back, putting on the airs of a superior.

Did Su Qingfeng really think he couldn’t be kept in check?

"Huh? Boss, are you asking me to gift you a carton of cigarettes? Or a bottle of liquor?"

Su Qingfeng almost laughed out of anger. He hadn’t realized that Yan Chenyun knew how to play the game of making things difficult for parents.

"Outrageous. Do I look like the kind of general who demands cigarettes and liquor?

"Last time, a student’s parent insisted on giving me a Ninth Grade pill, and I resolutely refused it.

"I’m telling you parents, don’t try to pull any fast ones.

"If Su Yue dares to skip class, I won’t sign his papers when he graduates, and he won’t get his diploma.

"I’ll give him a demerit first."

Yan Chenyun stared at Su Qingfeng’s hand, hinting frantically.

He silently urged Su Qingfeng to hurry up and take out the pill. He was extorting him so obviously, yet Su Qingfeng still didn’t get it? Did he really think he could ask for leave for his kid without paying a price?

"Dad, this..."

Su Yue looked troubled.

It was obvious that Yan Chenyun was coveting his dad’s Ninth Grade pill.

But rules were rules.

In the future, to graduate from West Martial, he needed a signature from his internship unit. Because of his special circumstances, Yan Chenyun himself would definitely have to sign it.

"Son, remember this moment. You need to understand just how much a parent sacrifices for you!

"Yan Chenyun, you’re good. I, Su Qingfeng, admit defeat this time, but this is the last time!"

Gritting his teeth, Su Qingfeng took out a Ninth Grade pill.

Although they were partially joking, Yan Chenyun was indeed his son’s direct superior, so it was only proper to grease the wheels a bit.

They were people of the Divine Land, after all.

It was a tradition.

He could be unyielding for his entire life, but when it came to his son, he had to pay the price when necessary.

"Hmph, I don’t want bribes!"

Yan Chenyun looked disdainful, but his eyes sparkled with intense greed.

"No, it’s not a bribe. This is a gift between brothers. I hope you won’t insult me, Su Qingfeng, nor insult this pill of friendship."

Su Qingfeng smiled without reaching his eyes and personally placed the pill into Yan Chenyun’s palm.

He really wanted to kill this bastard Yan Chenyun.

Setting up such a hypocritical facade—how impressive.

"Then I’ll reluctantly accept it, for the sake of friendship.

"Su Qingfeng, I will temporarily approve Su Yue’s leave.

"But during the holiday, as a parent, you cannot spoil your child too much. You must pay attention to his well-rounded development, especially moral education on respecting teachers and valuing the Dao. Do not neglect that.

"Mhm, let’s leave it at that. I’ll be heading back first.

"Su Yue, listen to your parent during the holiday, and come back to school for classes as early as possible!"

Yan Chenyun turned around and left stylishly.

Su Qingfeng’s face was ashen as he watched Yan Chenyun leave.

To think that he, Su Qingfeng, who had roamed the Wet Realm unimpeded his entire life with boundless glory, was actually lectured by this bastard Yan Chenyun today.

How tragic!

"The pity of a parent’s heart!"

In the distance, Bai Jinghao shook his head.

Who could have imagined that a generation’s Prince Qing—boundlessly arrogant, a madman who bickered with Yuan Longhan just for the fun of it—would actually bow his head for his child’s education?

"Who asked Yan Chenyun to be his direct superior?" Mo Qizheng also shook his head.

This had hit Su Qingfeng right where it hurt. Su Yue might not care about things like a diploma, but Su Qingfeng, as a parent, couldn’t ignore it.

Even though... it probably was of no use to Su Yue.

"Everyone, my status is special, so I will take my leave first!"

Su Qingfeng bid farewell to everyone and then led Su Yue away.

It was too embarrassing.

The dignified Su Qingfeng had actually been lectured by Yan Chenyun today.

Sure enough, in front of a teacher, no matter what background a parent had, even a mighty dragon had to coil up, and a fierce tiger had to lay low.

"Seniors, goodbye!" Su Yue gave everyone a solemn salute.

"Mhm, have a safe trip. I will personally tally your military merits for you!" Zhao Qian’en walked over and patted Su Yue on the shoulder.

"Mhm, goodbye, Big Brother!"

Su Yue greeted everyone before leaving with Su Qingfeng.

"As expected of my idol, perfect from every angle!" Mike’s Twice-Cooked Pork muttered to himself as he watched Su Qingfeng’s back.

Outside the boundaries of Jing Niao City.

"Su Qingfeng, halt right there!"

Su Qingfeng had his hand resting on the back of Su Yue’s neck as the two of them departed the city limits. Suddenly, an unexpected person appeared before them.

"Mo Kai?"

Su Qingfeng quickly shielded Su Yue behind him.

With his strength, he wasn’t afraid of Mo Kai, but he had to protect his son well.

What was this bastard doing blocking their way?

Seeking revenge?

Was he an idiot? The human army’s camp was not far away. Ambushing them here was pure suicide.

"Yes, I am Mo Kai.

"Don’t be nervous, Su Qingfeng. I didn’t come here to kill you this time, so just relax."

Mo Kai tried his best to maintain a peaceful smile.

"Spit it out!"

CLANG!

Chains shot into the sky. Su Qingfeng’s demonic blade flickered in the air with a sharp, cold gleam like a long snake’s tongue, shredding the nearby grass and tree branches into pieces.

"Dad, don’t be nervous. I can see Mo Kai has no killing intent!"

Su Yue remained expressionless, but he was practically blooming with joy inside.

Brother Mo Kai had finally arrived.

That legend full of loopholes from back then had actually successfully fooled this idiot. It seemed he thoroughly believed the three prophecies.

Su Yue had said back then: Su Qingfeng was the Mandate of Heaven; the Yangxiang Race had to submit to the Human Race to defeat the Seven Races and survive the tribulation. And his mission was to serve as a lackey, waiting upon Su Qingfeng.

It seemed this lackey was finally unlocked.

"Su Qingfeng, although we have some grudges from the past, it’s better to squash enmity than to keep it alive.

"Hatred is a thing of the past. I came to find you today to make peace and become your friend," Mo Kai said with a smile. His words were even more sincere than before.

"Become friends? Piss off and play with yourself!"

Su Qingfeng’s tone was hostile.

Like a weasel offering New Year’s greetings to a chicken—he definitely harbored ill intentions.

"Dad, let’s see what else Mo Kai has to say," Su Yue reminded him in a very low voice. He even used Qi Blood to suppress his words so Mo Kai couldn’t hear them.

"Su Qingfeng, I know our misunderstanding is a bit deep, but you have to give friendship a chance.

"Tell you what, I didn’t come empty-handed.

"As long as you agree to be my friend, I will give you these three heads!

"I know that as a prisoner, you don’t need military merits, but your son does."

Mo Kai wasn’t angry. Although Su Qingfeng was impolite, Mo Kai displayed excellent manners.

At the same time, he opened the Beast Skin Pocket.

"Gang Yue of the Steel Bone Race, Qiu Fenghai of the Four-armed Race, and Fei Tianhong of the Blood Boiling Race. These are the heads of three Ninth Grades.

"I slew these three Ninth Grades. From now on, your Divine Land’s Eastern District Battlefield can maintain stability for a very long time.

"How about it? Is my sincerity in making friends qualified enough?"

Mo Kai still smiled with absolute sincerity.

Meanwhile, Su Qingfeng and Su Yue were scared out of their wits.

Su Qingfeng couldn’t understand what kind of conspiracy Mo Kai was plotting.

And Su Yue was stunned by Mo Kai’s methods.

How long had it been since Gang Yue and Fei Tianhong left the battlefield?

In such a short time, not only had he slain two Ninth Grades, but he had even killed that mysterious Qiu Fenghai from the Four-armed Race.

Clearly, he had done all this by himself.

This bastard was ruthless and full of tricks; he was a formidable character.

Fortunately, he had already been thoroughly tricked by Su Yue.

"Su Qingfeng, be a man. Rumor has it you don’t fret over trifles. I came with sincerity—do you not even dare to make a friend?"

Seeing Su Qingfeng’s ashen face, a flash of disdain crossed the depths of Mo Kai’s eyes.