High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 373 - 305: Murderous Intent in the Snowstorm, An Unexpected Guest from Afar

Chapter 373: Chapter 305: Murderous Intent in the Snowstorm, An Unexpected Guest from Afar

On December 5, 1010 in the Martial Arts Era, a rare light snowfall appeared over Shenjiang Martial Arts University under a misty sky.

The students on campus raised their heads excitedly and curiously because it hadn’t snowed in Shenjiang City for many years.

Today is the birthday of Teacher Wang Shuheng.

A figure walked unhurriedly through the snowstorm. Under the eaves, Miaomiao, wearing a white wool sweater, waved her hand with a look of both helplessness and admiration. In the short time since they left home, Su Mu was already absorbed in cultivation again.

Her husband was really diligent in his cultivation.

"Xiaoyue has already gone inside. We should go in too. You’ll be the chef today."

"Hold on."

Miaomiao tiptoed to gently brush the snow off Su Mu’s shoulders, "Now it’s better."

Su Mu came back to his senses and gently held Miaomiao’s hand.

They pushed open the door.

The aroma of food greeted them instantly.

The room was decorated festively, big and small red flowers were linked together, complemented by colorful balloons. The house was decorated yesterday by Little Junior Sister Zhao Meng, Miaomiao, Little One, and Xiaoyue.

Today, Teacher Wang Shuheng was dressed in a traditional red Zhongshan suit with several red scarves around his neck. He was sitting in the living room, chatting with Xiaoyue, laughing heartily.

"Teacher, happy birthday."

Su Mu and Miaomiao approached Wang Shuheng, and a flash of spiritual light appeared in Su Mu’s hand as he pulled out a stack of manuscripts.

"Teacher, this is what I prepared for you..."

As soon as Wang Shuheng saw the manuscripts, he suddenly jumped off the sofa, his eyes shining as if he’d seen a rare treasure. He wiped his hands repeatedly on his clothes before taking the stack from Su Mu.

"Great, I really like this gift, I really do!" With just one glance, Wang Shuheng realized it was the Space Inscription manuscript, there was no doubt about it.

At that moment, he almost wished to rush back into the Forging Room and lock himself in to study it for ten days and nights.

But that wouldn’t do now, Wang Shuheng could only stroke the manuscripts with a look of reluctance, then carefully put them into his Space Ring.

This scene aroused the curiosity of everyone in the room, all wondering what kind of gift Su Mu brought that made Wang Shuheng so excited.

"Mengmeng, is that an inscription?"

"Seems like it? But Senior Brother doesn’t seem to know about inscriptions..."

"Teacher, this is my gift for you," Miaomiao handed over a Space Ring.

"Alright, then I shall accept it without ceremony."

Wang Shuheng accepted the ring with a smile, not checking what’s inside. Simply having the gesture was enough, especially since he had already received the best gift today.

As Miaomiao and Su Mu headed to the kitchen, Miaomiao leaned in and whispered, "Su Mu, so you had something prepared. I thought..."

Su Mu looked at Miaomiao without speaking, having finally found time to replicate the Space Inscription from the Meditation World.

"You’re always practicing, I was afraid to interrupt you."

"Don’t worry, I won’t forget. I remember all of your birthdays very clearly."

Hearing this made Miaomiao blush a little. She reached for an apron, tiptoed while Su Mu bent down and raised his arms.

"Hmm, it’s just right."

The kitchen was filled with Fierce Beast Flesh, with the lowest quality being of Grandmaster Level. Su Mu had even specially exchanged for a batch of Great Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast Flesh from the War Zone.

"Senior Brother, this Fierce Beast Flesh is so hard to cut, I’ll leave it to you," Zhao Meng said, sweat pouring from her forehead as she tried to cut.

"Alright."

Su Mu picked up a piece of Great Grandmaster Level Fierce Beast Flesh and casually took the knife Little Junior Sister handed over.

The handle was quite hot, indicating the effort and force Little Junior Sister put into cutting.

Tap tap tap.

Soon, the pleasant sound akin to horse hooves filled the kitchen, drawing everyone’s attention, leaving them stunned.

In everyone’s eyes, the blade in Su Mu’s hand moved incredibly fast, forming continuous afterimages.

The meat that Zhao Meng and Little One struggled so hard with was as fragile as paper in Su Mu’s hands, making them both widen their eyes.

They could sense no Qi and Blood fluctuation from it; it was purely a show of fleshly strength.

Even after the blade sliced through the flesh, no knife marks were left on the cutting board. This precise control of strength left them dumbfounded.

"How can he cut so fast?!"

"Senior Brother is amazing."

After Su Mu finished preparing the ingredients, the two stood there dazed, and after coming to their senses, one of them stared intently at the perfectly sliced meat in a bowl, while the other examined the knife.

Squeak squeak.

Turning the knob on the stove, the blue flames danced on the burner.

Miaomiao handed over the cooking oil just in time.

At that moment, Su Mu’s eyes flickered, and he smiled, "Miaomiao, wait a minute, I suddenly remembered something, I need to go out for a bit."

"Hmm, what is it? Maybe it can wait?"

"It’s nothing, actually. Uncle Hong said he would send something for the teacher today. I forgot about it earlier, but it should be here now, I’ll go fetch it..."

Su Mu explained, and Miaomiao immediately understood. Aside from spending time with them, Su Mu had been busy with cultivation these days, so forgetting was normal.

"There’s a car outside, you can drive there, Su Mu," the teacher said.

"No need, teacher, it’s just a few steps away."

Su Mu stepped out of the house, noticing the snow had gotten heavier since earlier.

From behind came hurried footsteps.

Su Mu concealed the killing intent in his eyes and turned around to see Miaomiao chasing after him.

"Su Mu, you’re still wearing the apron, maybe..."

"It doesn’t matter, I’ll be right back," Su Mu smiled.

Then he turned around, with each step he took, the gentle look in his eyes faded, replaced by sharp killing intent.

"Today is the teacher’s birthday."

"I really didn’t want to kill anyone today..."

"But with a guest coming from afar, how could I not welcome them?"

The cold wind blew as the snowfall intensified.

...

"Damn, is Jing He ever going to come or not? If he doesn’t show up soon, I’m leaving."

Near Huaxia Bookstore at the entrance to Shenjiang Martial Arts University, Qingli grew increasingly irritated watching the streetlight glowing through the snow.

Casually putting the book she was holding back into the shelf, she decided to go out for something to eat.

Stepping out of the bookstore.

Qingli walked only a few steps before the laziness on her face vanished, and her expression tensed as she realized she was being watched.

Turning around, she caught a fleeting glimpse of a figure at the end of a street alley.

"Finally here."

The next second.

Qingli’s figure flickered in the wind and snow and then vanished.

A bookstore staffer opened the door behind her.

"Miss, you forgot your bag... huh, where did she go?"

The staffer stood there in disbelief, clearly having seen her at the door just moments ago, so how could she suddenly disappear?

Two figures chasing swiftly through the snow soon attracted a third. Lu He appeared, and Qingli, already aware of his presence, was not surprised.

Eventually, that shadowy figure halted a short distance ahead of them.

"Jing He, give up. With the two of us here, you won’t be able to..."

The snow and wind stopped abruptly within a yard’s radius of the figure. He slowly turned around, but had no facial features, just a shadow.

"It’s a Martial Saint Illusion..."

"It’s a trap. This complicates things."

Lu He and Qingli both wore grim expressions.

No doubt...

They knew Jing He was surely heading for where Su Mu was right now.

"I’ll handle this, you go save him," Qingli said, her hand flashing as an Ancient Sword appeared.

"Alright."

Despite their quick exchange, a formidable Spiritual Power locked onto them as Jing He’s deep voice came from the illusion.

"Neither of you will be going anywhere."

"Don’t worry, my blade is swift; you won’t have to wait long..."

Feeling the force, the two were shocked, and Qingli’s eyes widened in terror. Taking a deep breath, she spoke clearly, word by word.

"Jing He has reached the Fifth Forging..."

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