Chapter 1110 - 369: The Sword of Creation Emerges to Settle the Universe, Gifted to My Brother Su Qingfeng

The war in Jing Niao City was still ongoing, while Su Yue and Su Qingfeng had already embarked on their journey back to Shenchu City.

Actually, the fastest way would be to return to the Divine Land first, take a transport there, and then enter the Wet Realm through the Shenchu City entrance. However, due to Su Qingfeng’s special status, he could not return to Earth, so they could only cross the Wet Realm directly.

"Dad, did you find some blessed sanctuary for me to cultivate in? Will my strength explode so I suddenly break through to Grandmaster?" Su Yue asked curiously on the way.

Su Yue was flying in a rather shameful and somewhat undignified manner, carried by the back of his neck by Su Qingfeng. As the astral winds hit him head-on, Su Yue felt his handsome face being blown somewhat out of shape.

At times like this, Su Yue became especially eager to become a Grandmaster. That way, he could fly through the air on his own, which would be incredibly cool. He even regretted not robbing Yang Lezhi of his motorcycle. He was obviously the most handsome guy in the Divine Land, so why didn’t he have a motorcycle?

It was infuriating. The days of not being able to fly were simply full of tears.

"Do you think Grandmasters are as cheap as cabbages?

"You’re only at the Fourth Grade right now, and you haven’t even reached the peak of the Fourth Grade. You’re a hundred thousand miles away from the Fifth Grade, yet you’re thinking about breaking through to Grandmaster? Why don’t you think about ascending to the South Celestial Gate instead!" Su Qingfeng scolded in annoyance.

Young people nowadays were getting more and more arrogant. As a young man who had just come of age, theoretically, he should only be at the Second Grade. Being at the Third Grade would already be considered excellent. If he broke through to Grandmaster, then the older generation might as well drop dead.

"Sigh, what a pity!

"Oh right, Dad, I don’t have a single pill on me right now, so there’s no way I can cultivate.

"How about we return to the Divine Land first and buy some pills... Oh crap, I forgot to collect my debt from Yang Lezhi. I’m completely broke!" Su Yue suddenly remembered a despairing piece of news.

Because he had cultivated too aggressively before, he had spent money like water. The little savings he had on him were long gone, not to mention he had lent quite a bit to Yang Lezhi.

"This time I’m training you in wilderness survival, so you won’t need pills. You just need to return to your animal instincts!" Su Qingfeng gave a fake smile.

Su Yue’s heart turned cold. He had a premonition that this cultivation process wouldn’t be very pleasant.

He wondered, "Returning to animal instincts... Is he going to make me eat raw meat? Crunchy, tastes like chicken. Maybe I should get a Source Image Stone and become a wilderness survival expert, doing a mukbang broadcast in the Wet Realm while I’m at it? Would I go viral? No wait, I seem to be pretty viral already."

[Available Reward Value: 91,250]

[1: Sleep Exemption]

[2: Price of Love (Next use: 5,500 Reward Value)]

[3: Save Your Dog Life]

[4: Distinction Between Man and Ghost]

[5: Wretched Invisibility]

[6: Deaf and Blind]

[Qi Blood Value: 3,353 calories.]

Su Yue opened the system and took a look. With the war over, the increase in his Reward Value was only average. Perhaps it was because he was gradually adapting to the Wet Realm’s environment, but his recent Reward Value growth had been quite unideal. However, his Qi Blood Value growth was decent.

Previously, it was 3,322. Now, it had increased by 31 calories. This was all thanks to the 100 Heiye Pills accumulated in his body. In fact, the medicinal efficacy lingering in Su Yue’s body would take a long time to be fully consumed.

Therefore, at this stage, Su Yue didn’t need to worry about the Qi Blood Pills at all. The only thing he actually needed to consider was the issue of the impurities in his body.

"Is that Prince Qing of the Divine Land ahead?"

The father and son had already traveled far from Jing Niao City. At this moment, a Seventh-Grade Yangxiang Race member suddenly appeared three miles away. He was trembling as he spoke.

Su Yue was taken aback. He thought, "A robbery? A Seventh-Grade Yangxiang Race dares to commit highway robbery? The key point is that you know my dad is Prince Qing, yet you still dare to rob us? Are all the Yangxiang Race members this audacious nowadays? Or has their collective intelligence plummeted? No, that’s not right. This Yangxiang Race member is shivering. He’s clearly terrified."

"Hmm? Do the Yangxiang Race members like to seek death in this manner now?"

CLANK CLANK CLANK!

The chains flew up as the Demonic Blade was drawn.

The Seventh-Grade Yangxiang Race member was frightened out of his wits. He maintained a kneeling posture in mid-air, and then his body plummeted straight down like a lead weight, his knees smashing deeply into the mud.

"Prince Qing, spare my life! I’m just here to deliver a letter! Lord Mo Kai has a letter for you!" the Seventh-Grade Yangxiang Race member hastily cried out.

By this time, Su Qingfeng’s Demonic Blade had already drawn an arc in the air and slashed straight down, stopping a mere two millimeters away from the Yangxiang Race member’s neck. The Yangxiang Race member was so scared his heart nearly stopped.

Actually, Su Qingfeng had messed up this strike; he had planned to behead the Yangxiang Race member in one go. It was just a Seventh-Grade, after all. They couldn’t withstand a single blow. But Su Qingfeng never expected this beast to kneel on the ground without a word, causing his Demonic Blade to rarely miss its target.

It was another one who didn’t play by the rules. The blade of Prince Qing had actually missed. Therefore, Su Qingfeng was very angry.

"Dad, hold on a second!

"Mo Kai?

"What kind of letter does Mo Kai have?" Su Yue hurriedly stopped Su Qingfeng.

He thought, "That guy Mo Kai is always hiding and sneaking around. What kind of petty trick is he playing now?"

"The Sword of Fortune emerges to settle the universe, a sword gifted to my brother, Su Qingfeng!"

The Seventh-Grade Grandmaster held up a longsword high, chanting two unrhymed lines of poetry. The hands holding the sword trembled uncontrollably.

The Seventh-Grade Grandmaster was so depressed he wanted to die. He was perfectly fine wandering the Wet Realm, minding his own business and not provoking anyone, when he inexplicably bumped into Mo Kai. Without a word, that beast implanted a Gu in him and forced him to deliver a letter. Yet, he didn’t dare to run away. Mo Kai was at the Ninth Grade; killing him would be as easy as crushing an ant.

He only hoped that Su Qingfeng could be a little kinder and, for the sake of the gifted sword, let him go!

"This is a letter written personally by Lord Mo Kai for you!"

After reciting the poetry, the Seventh-Grade Grandmaster offered up a piece of tree bark.