Chapter 1184 - 392: Gifting a Villa to the Junior Sister, Su Yue’s Scandal

The Martial Artists here were somewhat unafraid of death. Even someone like Ban Rongchen was only thinking about how to break out of the situation; he had no intention of harming the Divine Land.

The only thing Ban Rongchen couldn’t stop was Xueyang’s search for the peak soul. He couldn’t use his Qi Blood to restrict Xueyang. He could only resort to physical beatings to bully him a bit, but he also couldn’t push Xueyang too hard. If this guy truly lost the will to live, it would definitely be a disaster for Ban Rongchen himself.

Nanwu!

Mu Jingliang bid farewell to the crowd. After carefully instructing Su Yue on a few matters, he led Mu Cheng away. He was going to specifically customize a training plan for Mu Cheng. Every day she could break through to Grandmaster earlier mattered; it was truly a race against time. Mu Cheng’s current aptitude had already far exceeded Mu Jingliang’s expectations.

Mu Cheng also reluctantly said goodbye to Su Yue. A brief parting was just for the sake of their next reunion.

The Nanwu School’s leaders also left one after another. Next, they needed to establish the rules for using the Evil Spirit Broken Bridge. And of course, there was also Nanwu’s rise plan.

"Su Yue, I’m heading back to the military academy to report in, so I’ll take my leave now. However, we should be seeing each other again soon," Jin Guoqian said, shaking Su Yue’s hand once more before leaving.

"Yeah, I’ll treat you to skewers next time," Su Yue said very sincerely. He quite appreciated this bro; he fought fiercely in battle, and Su Yue liked that kind of style.

"Alright, it’s a deal!" Jin Guoqian nodded.

"When Su Yue treats, it usually means you pay. What the hell are you so happy about?" Meng Yang muttered grumpily.

"Cut the crap, let’s hurry up and go too!" Bai Xiaolong kicked Meng Yang.

"Go where?" Meng Yang paused in surprise.

"Down to the Wet Realm, of course. If you don’t work harder, you’ll be at the bottom of the barrel.

"Su Yue, we’re leaving. Let’s keep in touch," Bai Xiaolong added. With that said, he grabbed Meng Yang and left directly.

They were all gone.

Su Yue watched the uniform phalanxes of the military academy students and fell into deep thought. He wondered, "What are these military academy students after? Why are Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang rushing to the Wet Realm to suffer as if they’re eager to be reincarnated? Practicing martial arts won’t grant immortality. Is it solely to protect our homes and defend the country?"

West Martial!

He was finally back. This time, Su Yue actually felt a surreal illusion, as if a lifetime had passed. When he stepped through the West Martial Gate, the security guard had been changed again to a young man. The young guard didn’t even recognize Su Yue and conducted a strict inspection before a senior student finally brought him in.

Su Yue returned to the dormitory area first. The gates of the three villas were all very clean, indicating that someone probably came to clean them frequently. The middle one was his dormitory, Bai Xiaolong’s was on the left, and Mu Cheng’s was on the right.

But now, it seemed these three villas had been vacant for a long time. Bai Xiaolong had already stationed himself permanently in the Wet Realm and made a grand vow: he would not return to the Divine Land until he became an Unbreakable Grandmaster. Mu Cheng was also undergoing insane, bitter cultivation. She probably wouldn’t be returning in the short term, either. Given their current ranks, the Spiritual Qi in the villa area no longer held much significance for them.

"Sigh, things remain the same, but the people have changed," Su Yue sighed as he returned to his dorm. He planned to give the villa to Ma Xiaoyu. Leaving it empty all the time was a waste, and he didn’t have any valuable belongings anyway.

Returning to his familiar yet strange dorm, Su Yue lay down for a dozen minutes. Feeling a bit bored, he took a shower. While he was changing clothes, someone knocked on the villa’s door. Su Yue tidied himself up briefly and opened the door to find that it was actually people from the Military Department.

"Hello, student Su Yue. We are from Military Department logistics. This is your reward for the battle in Jing Niao City, please verify it," a Martial Artist said, handing a box to Su Yue.

"Uh, thank you!" Su Yue opened the box.

Shiny Military Department medals were neatly stacked inside. Su Yue observed that when he opened the box, the eyes of the Martial Artists who delivered the items were glowing with extreme envy.

"Your monetary reward for this battle is 9 million credits, equivalent to nine hundred million in cash. The funds have already been remitted to your Martial Arts Network account.

"If there is nothing else, we will head back to report," the Martial Artists said after briefly explaining some details of the rewards. It was their mission.

However, Su Yue listened with waning interest.

He used to care a lot about these things, but as his strength increased, his inner feelings became increasingly complex. His original mindset—where obtaining a single Military Department medal could keep him happy for three days and three nights—had unknowingly been ground away. Looking at these medals, Su Yue felt a deep sense of irony.

They couldn’t save his dad at all. Everything was just his own wishful thinking.

After seeing off the Military Department Martial Artists, Su Yue returned to the living room. He casually set the box down and then sat on the sofa in a daze. A person suddenly came to Su Yue’s mind: Xiong Taiguang.

This was the first unfamiliar Martial Artist he had met back when he was delivering takeout. He wondered what was going through the mind of that stubborn fool, who had willingly become a deserter and given up his future just to clear the names of his fallen comrades. What did these medals actually represent? He thought about it over and over, but he couldn’t figure it out.

Turning on his phone, which he hadn’t used in a while, he tapped open the Martial Arts Network page. Sure enough, his account information displayed a dazzling string of zeros. The 9 million credits were all there, not a single one missing.

Su Yue was in no mood to cultivate right now. He left his dorm and went to Sima Lingling’s villa. Unfortunately, Sima Lingling wasn’t there, but Ma Xiaoyu was practicing.

Although this junior sister was not interested in cultivation, she had surprisingly broken through to Rank Two. Even though Rank Two Martial Artists were like ants in Su Yue’s eyes, one had to remember that Ma Xiaoyu was only a freshman. She was already an outstanding prodigy among all the freshmen at West Martial University, and she had even received an invitation letter from the student council. This was a true badge of honor.

"Senior Brother, you’ve gotten a lot more handsome again...

"Senior Brother, did you and Senior Sister Mu Cheng break up?

"Senior Brother, rumor has it that you have a scandal with East Martial’s Feng Jiajia. Is she really pregnant with your child?

"Senior Brother, what are your actual requirements for a girlfriend? Actually, I think mature men on their second marriage with a kid are quite charming too."

Ma Xiaoyu’s barrage of soul-crushing questions nearly caused Su Yue to break down.

"Junior Sister, can you get to the point? If you keep focusing on this gossip, watch out or our mentor will scold you.

"Oh right, I’ll give you the key to my villa in a bit. You can go cultivate in my dorm from now on; the Spiritual Qi there is a bit denser." Su Yue flicked Ma Xiaoyu’s forehead.

Before coming here, he had already bought a small dorm at West Martial. It had permanent property rights, but it had almost no Spiritual Qi and was very remote. This dorm was essentially a home base for him at West Martial, and he could store some odds and ends there.

Su Yue himself sighed a little. He had been running so fast along the way, like a desperate dog, that in the end, it seemed he hadn’t even experienced the innocence of his student days. He suddenly realized that while he had grown powerful, he seemed to have lost a lot, too.

"Yay! I’m going to throw a party and invite everyone from the student council to visit my new dorm.

"I’m going to paint all the walls pink!" Ma Xiaoyu was ecstatic.

In all of West Martial, who wouldn’t covet those villas belonging to Su Yue and the others? But ultimately, ordinary people made up the majority of the world. Relying on their own abilities, they would have to wait until their junior year to be able to afford one.

"Where’s our mentor?" Su Yue asked. Watching Ma Xiaoyu’s wild joy, he could only offer a wry smile.

In Ma Xiaoyu’s mind, the student council was likely a boundlessly glorious organization. The student council’s mission was to fight for the greatest benefits for the students, and they could even converse directly with Ministry of Education officials. This inherently carried a strong sense of purpose.

"Ah, I almost forgot! This evening, You’an Mansion is going to be leveled. Our mentor and the others went to see You’an Mansion off. I was almost late!

"Senior Brother, you’re back just in time. You’an Mansion witnessed the rise and fall of the Support Department. All of us support Martial Artists are going to see it off. Let’s go too!"

Ma Xiaoyu acted in a whirlwind of energy as she grabbed Su Yue and ran.

"Wasn’t You’an Mansion torn down a long time ago?" Su Yue was utterly bewildered. Lu Xiliang and the others had moved to West Martial long ago.

"Before, it was just Martial Uncle and the others clearing out space so You’an Mansion could undergo pre-demolition prep work. Today is the official demolition day," Ma Xiaoyu rapidly explained on their way.