High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 368 - 300: Eighteen Blade Innate, Qingfeng Hall, Protect Su Mu at All Costs!

Chapter 368: Chapter 300: Eighteen Blade Innate, Qingfeng Hall, Protect Su Mu at All Costs!

Before long, the old madman reached into his pocket, wanting to take out the one yuan reward, and Su Mu’s eyes flickered.

He saw a clear will to die in the eyes of the old madman, his entire being enveloped in the dusk of a setting sun, and the vital energy that was sustaining his life had completely vanished.

Over a decade ago, his wife and children, along with the entire village, were killed by Sima Xie. Li Liangshu’s family was destroyed, and he became deranged.

The only thing that remained unchanged was his obsession with revenge for over ten years.

He had been worshiping the Martial Saint statue, writing blood letters without interruption...

Now, having witnessed the Sima father and son sent to Hell, the old madman had his great revenge, and after extreme joy, his heart gradually turned to extreme sadness.

He had long been without family in this world. Now, with his obsession gone, he was naturally filled with a will to die, severing thoughts of life.

Finally, Li Liangshu reached into his pocket and took out a crumpled one-yuan Dragon Coin. Just as he was about to take it out, the figure in front of him suddenly flickered.

"Li Liangshu, I still have things to do, so I’ll leave this one yuan with you for now."

"I’ll come to get it when I have time."

"See you next time." 𝒻𝓇𝑒𝘦𝘸𝑒𝒷𝓃ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝒸ℴ𝘮

The voice came from the wind, the old madman looked up, and the tall figure in front of him had already disappeared.

Li Liangshu stood there, dazed.

His cloudy eyes regained a bit of clarity, and he quickly guessed Su Mu’s intention.

Just then, the green light turned on, and a woman holding her daughter’s hand walked by. Li Liangshu hurriedly hid the head he was holding into his arms, but the passersby seemed not to see him.

Li Liangshu’s face showed shock; he realized this must be the work of that man. He rewrapped the head and placed it back into the fertilizer bag.

Then he knelt down in the direction Su Mu left, his expression more devout and reverent than when he was before the Martial Saint statue.

At this moment, in Li Liangshu’s mind, that figure was far more majestic than the towering Martial Saint statue.

...

Miles of yellow sand, Jiangnan Villa.

In a hundred miles of clear water, a lone boat drifted in the lotus pond with the wind. A stunning woman in a light veil sat at the bow of the boat, gently removing her white embroidered shoes.

Her hands like tender reeds, her skin like congealed cream, the pair of jade feet sculpted like white jade sheep gently lowered, causing ripples on the clear water.

The woman gently rocked her feet, the clear waves rippling.

Soon, as the lotus pond swayed, an invisible shadow skimmed over the water, landing on the boat, causing violent ripples centered on the lone boat.

The woman reached to tuck a falling strand of hair behind her ear, patting lightly beside her.

"You’re here, sit down."

The sturdy figure was surrounded by a white glow, exuding great power as he moved, but he did not sit down and spoke with a booming voice.

"Jing He isn’t by your side?"

The woman smiled and rocked her feet.

"You know the answer, you don’t have to beat around the bush. Just ask directly: did you send Jing He?"

The latter part she imitated in the man’s voice, then suddenly sneered, her voice turning sharp.

"Sima Lin, that useless man can die for all I care."

"But now Sima Xie is dead too..."

"Even though Xiaoxie is also a waste, he is still a Sima, and Xiaoxie is my brother. He can’t die in vain, he’s the only remaining progeny of our line."

"That beast killed two people of the Sima family; he must die."

The woman said through gritted teeth.

The blurry white figure on the boat listened to her words and said lightly, "You should know, it’s not like he left no descendants, and more than one."

"So what?"

"Xiaoxie called me sister for almost thirty years. I watched him grow up; he liked to follow me since he was a child, scared of me but also close to me..."

"Now he’s dead; I’ll never see him again, not even a full corpse."

"I’m just a weak woman, not a mighty Martial Saint like you. I just want revenge. That beast killed two of the Sima family."

"I, Sima Jingshu, must repay tenfold, a hundredfold..."

The woman’s voice was extremely sharp, filled with Qi and Blood, causing the calm lake to ripple again, scattering the fish in the water.

The figure on the boat quietly listened to the woman’s outburst, then spoke gently, "Jingshu, I know, that’s why I’m here today."

"Jing He alone isn’t enough."

"That beast is so powerful? Isn’t one of the Eighteen Masters of the Overlord Blade under the Overlord Blade Martial Saint enough?" the woman looked incredulous.

"Qingfeng is uncharacteristically protective this time, descending a projection on Celestial Cloud Mountain. Qingfeng sees him as important, so Qingfeng might send people from Qingfeng Hall to protect him."

"I don’t care. If Jing He isn’t enough, then send another. Jing He ranks eleventh, so this time send someone from the top ten."

The figure spoke lightly.

"No need, Jing He has my newly cultivated shadow with him."

Upon hearing this, Sima Jingshu’s face lit up with a brilliant smile, dimming the river of lotus flowers before her smile.

"Far Shan, I knew it, you still care for me."

The man paused for a moment, then spoke.

"I’ll help you, but this time you’ve gone too far. You shouldn’t have privately taught that Secret Technique to Jing He..."

"Are you blaming me?"

"What have you given me usually? I’m just a woman wanting vengeance for my dead kin. Sima Lin was cautious all his life, only to be slain by a brat.

"And then that brat dragged the Martial Arts Association and Military Department into it. What do I have to get you to send one of the Eighteen Masters under you?"

The woman’s tone turned sharp again, causing a surge in the lotus pond.

The figure on the boat listened quietly and only spoke after she calmed down.

"I’m not blaming you, but I don’t want this to happen again."

"It won’t. With your shadow around, that brat is doomed, and I want his family to join Xiaoxie in the afterlife!"

The figure blurred and disappeared, leaving the woman’s wild laughter echoing over the lotus pond.

...

The phone rang.

The caller ID was anonymous, but this time the call went directly to the satellite phone in Su Mu’s hand, he knew it was an internal call from the War Zone.

The call was answered.

"My dear Leader Su, were you planning to tear the sky open? Do you know... never mind, since Sima Lin... well, he’s dead now."

"You’re not on your way to kill Sima Xie, are you?"

"Uncle Hong, I’m on my way back to Shenjiang City..."

"Because Sima Xie is already dead."

The other end of the line fell silent for several seconds, then took a deep breath before responding solemnly, "Just recently, the projection of Qingfeng Martial Saint descended on Celestial Cloud Mountain. Are you aware of this?"

As the words fell, you could hear a pin drop in the conference room.

Hong Lie’s heart was full of anxiety.

He wasn’t the only one listening to this call; their conversation was clearly heard throughout the conference room.

Figures dressed in uniforms following a thousand-year Hua Xia tradition appeared calm, but the senior leaders were far from calm internally, and expectant gazes fell on the phone in Hong Lie’s hand.

"Uncle Hong, I’m a member of the Southern War Zone."

"Always will be."

The voice was resolute and unwavering.

Zhao Dong immediately gave Hong Lie a knowing look, and Hong Lie promptly muted the phone, and the room echoed with rapid breathing and thunderous cheers.

"Good, good, good!"

"Indeed, we were right about him, he is different from Huangfu Tian!"

"Immediately report to the General Headquarters..."

"No matter what, our Southern War Zone must protect Su Mu at all costs this time!"