This son of a shadowy figure, Su Qingfeng, why is he so outstanding?
I canāt figure it out at all.
Grrgle!
Suddenly, Yan Chenyunās stomach started cramping for no reason.
The primordial power within him had a restless urge.
Damn it.
How did I suddenly get diarrhea at this crucial moment?
I clearly havenāt eaten anything.
No way!
Thereās poison in the little can of tea...
"General, the entire army is waiting for your orders."
A vice admiral walked over, looking gravely at Yan Chenyun.
"Hmm."
Yan Chenyunās face was as black as coal.
Even for a Ninth Grade, encountering such a situation, it was hard to endure.
"General, are you alright? Are you poisoned?"
The vice admiral quickly supported Yan Chenyunās arm, shaking him back and forth.
Yan Chenyun wanted to kill him.
Donāt shake, damn it! Shake any more and I canāt hold it in, this is humiliating!
A dignified general, losing control in both ways, how can I live on like this?
"You guys, come over and see if the general is poisoned."
Unconvinced, the vice admiral quickly called out.
Instantly, other vice admirals also came over, shaking his arm back and forth.
"Yan Chenyun, just wait, Iāll kill you sooner or later."
Luckily, Qing Tu was the first to retreat his troops.
He couldnāt not retreat, if he didnāt this time, even the city lords might rebel.
"Iāll head back to the Wet Ghost Tower first."
Yan Chenyun couldnāt hold it anymore; he ignited his Qi Blood and shook the vice admirals away. Then, with a flash, he returned to the Wet Ghost Tower, hurriedly heading to the restroom.
Damn those two shadowy figures, steal two cans of your tea leaves, and you still poison them.
From now on, Iāll only drink my own.
"Su Yue, you..."
In the army, the once highly regarded Du Jingās Book was instantly drowned in the noisy crowd.
Victory.
Everyone shouted, everyone embraced, everyone cheered.
This time, humanity fought a battle that was a counterattack from a desperate situation.
They couldnāt help but feel joyful and excited.
Of course, 95% of the topics people discussed were about Su Yue.
The remaining 5% was about the Cangyuan Sixth Camp... and Su Yue.
Du Jingās Book, having tirelessly fought back to capture a cartload of source minerals, instantly became a trivial matter, as insignificant as sesame seeds, not worth remembering.
He hated it.
Su Yue, you despicable bastard, why are you everywhere?
A hundred carts of source minerals, are you a Demon Master!
Did you conjure them?
Du Jingās Book felt as if his lungs were about to explode.
His mind suddenly recalled the phrase: "Since there is Yuh, why also be born as Liang."
What crime did I, Du Jingās Book, commit to encounter a beast like you?
"Du Jingās Book, itās said that you and Su Yue have had some disputes in the past, now seeing him so outstanding, what do you think?"
Just my luck.
While cursing Su Yue, a big-mouth from West Martial came over to interview him.
Wherever you can be piercing, you just have to poke, donāt you?
Think Iām not miserable enough?
"Su Yue and I, as classmates, have long reconciled and are now good friends.
"As for the grievances you mention, I think theyāre rumors. The only grievances are with the other races, and with Su Yue, itās healthy competition. At school, we were classmates; in the wet realm, weāre comrades; after graduation, weāll certainly be the best of friends."
Du Jingās Book forced a smile, but inside it felt as bitter as yellow vine.
"Indeed, Su Yue is so magnanimous, willing to reconcile with classmates. Heās truly our role model."
This classmate nodded thoughtfully.
Crunch.
Du Jingās Book clenched his fist tightly, reminding himself to mind his image and public opinion.
How did you interpret that!
Clearly, it was Su Yue and I reconciling.
Why has Su Yue become the role model?
Why?
"Du Jingās Book, are you angrily embarrassed now?"
The classmate who had walked away came back again.
"Iām raging against the Yangxiang Race."
Du Jingās Book said bitterly.
Classmate, please, go away, leave.
"Itās okay, being jealous of Su Yue is normal, I also envy him."
The classmate shook his head and left.
Du Jingās Book sat in the mud, feeling utterly hopeless.
At this moment, Du Jingās Book suddenly had an epiphany.
Looking at it, thereās no chance to surpass now.
Just quietly be a salted fish.
No more fighting.
No more snatching.
Everything... just go with the flow.
With time, maybe I can study the vast starry sky, the deep universe, the grievances of humanity seem so insignificant, so trivial.
After graduation, maybe Iāll be a district chief, life might be comfortable.
Iām so tired.
...
Zhenqin Corps camp.
Wang Yetao urgently convenes a meeting.
Recently, one troublesome affair after another.
The issue with the Folding Gate just ended, and the Yangxiang Race is causing problems again.
This time, theyāve set their sights on the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum.
Five minutes ago.
Almost all Martial Artists received a group text message on their phones.
...
[In 20 minutes, your mausoleum will be destroyed by me. You kill my Yangxiang Race family, I will make Divine Land a global laughing stock, I want your ancestral graves obliterated.]
...
Anonymous message.
Group sent.
The person with these two authorities must be a Grandmaster of Sixth Grade or above, and has huge achievements in the Military Department.
"Report to the General, the person who sent the message masked the base station and used techniques to hide personal information, the communication department needs approximately half an hour to crack the data.
"Thereās no way, the person sending the text has too high authority."
A major general frowned as he reported.
Wang Yetao bit his teeth, face dark as water.
The critical issue is right here.
If it was an ordinary ant from the Yangxiang Sect, thereās absolutely no authority to modify the base station, no authority for anonymity, nor could they escape the communication department.