Chapter 1135 - 376: I Don’t Need You Crowned in Glory, I Just Want You Safe and Sound

"Son, what are your plans now?"

The father and son walked toward Shenchu City.

The cultivation mission was over, and Su Qingfeng hadn’t expected it to conclude so quickly. He looked at Su Yue; his son seemed a bit depressed.

"Dad, I want to take a break for a while. I want to completely forget about cultivation and the martial arts. I just want to rest for a few days and take a vacation like a normal liberal arts student," Su Yue said.

For some unknown reason, he suddenly felt an unprecedented sense of exhaustion. He was very tired. His body was tired, but his mind was even more so.

Even though he could rely on the system to bypass the need for sleep, Su Yue just wanted to sleep soundly, sleeping until the sky turned dark and the earth spun. For the first time, he felt somewhat lost about his life. The hope of saving his dad was slim. In fact, it seemed like an impossible mission. As long as the Divine Land remained stable, and as long as it still relied on the rule of law to govern, it would be very difficult to release his dad. Because of this, he temporarily lost his sense of purpose.

"Yes, it’s good to take a break. You’ve been wound too tight all this time.

"Go back and be an ordinary person. Enjoy the scenery and savor life properly.

"Although your generation is outstanding, you all live too exhausting a life," Su Qingfeng nodded, strongly agreeing with his son’s thoughts.

"Dad, what are you going to do next? Continue cultivating?" Su Yue asked.

"Yes, I want to push for the Ninth Grade as soon as possible," Su Qingfeng nodded.

"Dad, I wish you success. You will definitely succeed!" Su Yue nodded firmly. He believed in his dad’s abilities.

"Don’t worry, I’m your dad after all. If I don’t work hard, you’ll catch up to me," Su Qingfeng smiled.

"Dad, I’m heading back then!"

Before they knew it, the father and son had reached Shenchu City, and Su Yue bid his farewell.

"Yes, get plenty of rest. Find time to date, and don’t just think about fighting and killing all day long.

"By the way, I’ve checked the Fortune Sword, and there are no issues. That bastard Mo Kai didn’t set a trap for me.

"But I still feel that refining this Fortune Sword won’t be of much use to you. In the Wet Realm, you have the Divine Soldiers battle axe, and on Earth, you have better alloy weapons at your disposal. This Fortune Sword is a bit like chicken ribs—tasteless but a pity to throw away.

"Never mind, take it and decide for yourself. The Fortune Sword can be refined into one of the bones in your body. It appears and disappears unpredictably, just like the Void Space, which might also satisfy your vanity a bit," Su Qingfeng said, taking the Fortune Sword out of his Void Space and tossing it to Su Yue before he left.

"Uh, got it, Dad!

"I’ll come visit you when I have time," Su Yue said, gripping the Fortune Sword and waving as he left the Wet Realm.

This sword... Whatever, he’d just keep it for now. There was no rush to refine it. To be honest, Su Yue didn’t really like this kind of thin sword. It lacked power when chopping.

Available Reward Points: 90,005

1: Sleep Exemption

2: The Price of Love (Next use costs 5,500 Reward Points)

3: Save Your Dog Life

4: Distinct from Ghosts

5: Wretched Invisibility

6: Deaf and Blind

Qi Blood Value: 3,415 cals.

After leaving the Wet Realm, Su Yue glanced at his system.

He had over ninety thousand Reward Points. His Qi Blood value had reached over 3,400. He was still exactly 600 cals away from the Fifth Grade. The medicinal effects Heiye had left in his body had yet to be fully refined, but right now, just seeing the words "Qi Blood" made Su Yue feel like throwing up.

He suddenly felt a strong aversion to cultivation.

Even though the impurities had spread throughout his body, Su Yue had no desire to buy medicine to purge them. He just wasn’t in the mood. Since he wasn’t cultivating right now anyway, leaving the impurities wouldn’t have too many side effects.

Ever since he started cultivating, he had been constantly rushing. Su Yue wanted to relax completely. He was on vacation. To hell with the Wet Realm, and to hell with the Yangxiang Race. Even if the sky fell, he wouldn’t care. He was on vacation.

Leaving Shenchu City, Su Yue didn’t even return to West Martial to grab his phone. He cut off all means of contact. Fortunately, before leaving, he had borrowed some cash from a familiar Major General, enough to splurge for a few days.

Finding a hotel, Su Yue first treated himself to a deep, heavy sleep. By the time he woke up, two days had already passed. Su Yue first went to a buffet restaurant and taught the young owner a lesson. Then, he headed to the station.

Where should he travel to?

Looking at the dense list of cities, Su Yue felt a bit lost for a moment. Suddenly, he saw a familiar city: Yu Liang City. Yu Liang City had another title: The City of Combat.

"I wonder how Flower Bear’s business is doing. Since I have nothing better to do anyway, I’ll go give him a scare!"

Thinking of Flower Bear, Su Yue’s heart suddenly skipped a beat. Yu Liang City. That was where his martial arts dream began. Su Yue never expected that he would unknowingly go from being a human punching bag to where he was today.

Buy a ticket and get on the bus! It was a five-hour drive.

The journey was quite eventful. There was an older woman who took off her shoes to air out her feet, and although the smell was pungent enough to sting the eyes, her manners weren’t too bad—at least she didn’t throw her sunflower seed shells on the floor. There was also a middle-aged man giggling foolishly at the magically filtered beauties on Douyin, not playing his music out loud. Su Yue’s eyesight was astounding; he took a brief glance and found the beauties on Douyin truly miraculous. Having legs two meters long was one thing, but the streets and buildings in the background were warping along with their swaying waists. What was going on there? Spatial magic? The dance moves were also outrageously simple; even radio calisthenics were more complex.

Up front, two bratty children were crying and making a fuss, annoying everyone. A liberal arts college student had expressed his dissatisfaction several times but was rebuffed with a single sentence each time: "If you want peace and quiet, go buy a private car. This is a public place, and there’s no law saying kids can’t cry."

This was the tapestry of human life.

Compared to the dangers and the constant fighting and killing in the Wet Realm, the mundane, earthly atmosphere on the bus was very thick. The college student had his earphones on and his eyes closed; it was hard to tell if he was asleep or just enjoying the music.

This was the life of ordinary people.

CLICK!

At that moment, the television on the bus turned on. Bored, Su Yue looked up at the screen. The broadcast was showing the Divine Land News. There had been another conflict. According to the report, it was a small-scale battle fought by the Miracle Corps three days ago. The Divine Land had lost two Grandmasters in combat, along with over 300 low-tier Martial Artists.

The television broadcasted the scene of the memorial service for the heroic spirits. The families of the Martial Artists wept bitterly, while the comrades from the Miracle Corps held the urns, desperately suppressing their inner grief. Mu Jingliang personally hosted the memorial ceremony. At the very front stood a few young boys in little suits; they were the sons of the deceased.

This kind of scene was very familiar. Almost every so often, it would appear in the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum of various cities. Yet, it also seemed so foreign.

Su Yue looked at the black-and-white photos one by one, unsure of how to feel. Sacrifice. What was it all for? Why did it have to be them? Why did it have to be him?

On the TV screen, a young boy was giving a speech. He spoke of his dream: he wanted to use his own abilities to protect the peace of the Divine Land, and he wanted to inherit his father’s dying wish.

Su Yue gave a bitter smile. At such a young age, the boy probably had no idea what kind of heavy burden that was.

"Mom, I want to become a hero like that when I grow up too," a seven- or eight-year-old boy in the back seat said at this moment.

"Why? Being a soldier is so dangerous," the child’s mother said, frowning.

"Because I want to protect you, protect Dad, protect my aunt, protect my cousins, and protect the older girl next door. I even want to protect our dog.

"Only Martial Artists can protect you all," the little boy said, looking at his mother very seriously.

Meanwhile, Su Yue observed the little boy without leaving a trace.

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Every time I see everyone wanting to drop the book, I don’t know what to do! I spent the whole day revising and dragging my feet. With the word count reaching this point, it’s inevitable to have some flaws. I appreciate everyone’s understanding. As the author, the best I can do is promise not to let it become a eunuch.