Chapter 1146 - 380: Some Stories Cannot Be Forgotten

For the next few decades, the Divine Land tightened its belt and, in a short span of time, stood at the pinnacle of the world once more, whether in economics or technology. We spilled our hot blood on the battlefield, simply because of a heart that refused to be a slave. We advanced wave upon wave, just to keep every inch of our mountains and rivers from falling into enemy hands. We united as one, marching toward enemy artillery fire.

In the stories, hero after hero never cared about personal gains or losses. They didn’t even value their own lives, let alone honor and money. These were the true role models.

At this moment, the depression that had been weighing down Su Yue’s heart suddenly vanished into thin air. With the Divine Land’s six thousand years of history, the souls of those heroes were the true soul of the Divine Land. Their unyielding pride had forged the spine of this giant.

He thought, "What are you, Bai Zhiyong? You’re nothing but an ugly patch of psoriasis. You won’t be jumping around for long; sooner or later, you’ll reap what you’ve sown. What am I, Su Yue, living this life for? Why did I step onto the martial path in the first place?"

Closing the book, Su Yue carefully placed it back on the shelf and left the bookstore with confidence and composure. Ultimately, someone had to defend the spine and soul of the Divine Land.

"Huh, there are still college students willing to read these stories!" After Su Yue left, the bookstore owner glanced at the shelf. He knew the position of every book like the back of his hand, so he immediately noticed the one Su Yue had been reading.

"Hey, was that older guy just now West Martial Su Yue?" a junior high school student asked his classmate.

"Looked a bit like him, but I’m not sure," the classmate muttered.

"So it was West Martial Su Yue. No wonder. He probably resonated with it.

"The civilization of the Divine Land has stood strong on Earth for 6,000 years. These young people are its true foundation," the bookstore owner nodded.

Su Yue saw the West Martial Gate.

He thought, "I’m finally back," his heart beating steadily with a touch of excitement. "I hope Mu Cheng doesn’t run off anywhere."

However, in the next breath, a forced smile appeared on Su Yue’s face. Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang! This pair of star-crossed lovers was actually walking out of the West Martial Gate. The way they showed off their affection made Su Yue feel as though he were frying chili peppers—it was painfully blinding.

"Oh... my little junior is back," Bai Xiaolong said, quickening his pace to approach enthusiastically. Meng Yang followed closely behind.

"Su Yue, I heard you still haven’t claimed your rewards for the Jing Niao City battle. Is it because you have too much money and find spending it boring?

"Meng Yang and I are planning to set up a Dragon-Yang Foundation. You can donate, and I’ll spend it for you to relieve all the boredom and troubles of the rich!

"The two of us are about to break through to the sixth grade soon, and we’re currently drowning in debt. We really need an investor with a good eye," Bai Xiaolong said with a cheeky grin. At the same time, he casually showed off his robust Qi Blood fluctuations.

"Sixth grade? That fast?" Su Yue frowned. He was genuinely shocked. If he remembered correctly, it hadn’t been long since Bai Xiaolong broke through to the fifth grade. Meng Yang was even later, having just broken through during the Wuda Exchange Tournament. The fifth grade was the hardest stage; how could they possibly cultivate so quickly?

"Are you the only one allowed to cheat?

"We have the Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship, which makes us unstoppable in the Wet Realm.

"We can freely roam places that Fifth-Grade Martial Artists wouldn’t dare enter, moving about as if no one were there.

"We can even go to places that sixth-graders can’t reach. It’s a state of having no rivals. Ah, the loneliness of a master!" Bai Xiaolong looked incredibly smug.

Hearing this, Su Yue fell into deep thought. He was right. Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang’s Mandarin Duck Swordsmanship was practically a heaven-defying cheat.

In the Wet Realm, there were many Demon Beast Jungles that were completely unfortified against Martial Artists below the sixth grade. After all, Grandmaster-level demon beasts were extremely lazy; to them, sleeping was more important than anything else. As long as there was no Grandmaster aura present, they would remain in a state of deep slumber. However, these jungles posed a fatal threat to low-grade Martial Artists. In the same realm, demon beasts often outnumbered Martial Artists, and they always possessed superior speed or defense.

This created a dilemma. Grandmasters couldn’t go, and low-grade Martial Artists would just be courting death if they went. Many precious treasures, materials, and medicines were sitting right there, yet no one could get their hands on them.

This was where Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang—two walking cheat codes—could demonstrate their terrifying utility. They could unleash Grandmaster-level killer moves while maintaining the weak aura of the fifth grade. They could crush any low-grade opponent and even fight above their level to kill sixth-grade enemies. Most importantly, they wouldn’t alert the Grandmaster-level demon beasts. This cultivation method was so comfortable it was practically shameless. It was truly enviable.

He thought, "Damn cheaters. Wait. That sounds like I’m cursing myself as well."

"Bai Xiaolong, there’s a flaw in this foundation’s name. Why is it the Dragon-Yang Foundation instead of the Yang-Dragon Foundation? My name should be first!" Meng Yang was particularly dissatisfied at being put in second place.

"Because I’m the CEO, and you’re the employee!

"Say no more. Just listen to me. You have to listen to me." Bai Xiaolong’s reasoning left no room for argument.

"You..." Meng Yang glared furiously, looking as if he wanted to assassinate Bai Xiaolong. He thought, "Quit acting like a damn overbearing CEO."

"Alright, stop arguing.

"You’re both men. What’s the point of arguing over who’s top and who’s bottom while showing off your affection here?" Su Yue quickly intervened.

This scene was practically a miraculous emetic. It was one thing to cheat, but to flaunt their affection on top of it was too much.

After Su Yue spoke, Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang didn’t bother defending themselves. They had been misunderstood too many times; trying to explain was pointless now.