High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 367 - 299: No One Can Guide Su Mu’s Martial Arts, I Brought You the Head You Wanted!

Chapter 367: Chapter 299: No One Can Guide Su Mu’s Martial Arts, I Brought You the Head You Wanted!

"So it was the Qingfeng Martial Saint who intervened."

"Could it be that girl?"

Su Mu narrowed his eyes slightly, and immediately thought of the girl with two braids at the top of Celestial Cloud Mountain, whose steps rang like a clear silver bell.

He had initially sensed something on her that could block spiritual power detection. A person with such a treasure surely had a significant background.

"But... why did she help me?"

Su Mu was sure that they had only met for the first time, so why would this fleeting silver bell girl do such a thing?

After pondering for a while, Su Mu couldn’t figure it out and decided not to get entangled. The fact that the Martial Saint had intervened was something he didn’t expect. At any rate, the current situation was favorable to him, and that was all that mattered.

To be honest, the old man’s words on the phone were very sincere, and the conditions offered were extremely tempting.

The old man wasn’t lying.

If he chose to become a disciple under the Qingfeng Martial Saint, then everything would be easily resolved, and there would be unimaginable benefits beyond that.

A direct disciple of the Martial Saint!

This was a temptation that no martial artist in the world could refuse, not even Huangfu Tian, who dominated the double rankings as the number one in both Celestial Pride and Grandmaster lists.

In the end, this person chose to defect from the Southern War Zone’s Dawn Plan and became a disciple under the Martial Saint.

And refusing the Martial Saint requires immense courage.

Let alone refusing, even facing the Martial Saint in real life demands great courage. It’s extremely difficult for even a Grandmaster to maintain composure in front of a Martial Saint.

Because the Martial Saint is a formidable force standing at the peak of this world!

Sigh------

But after really refusing the Qingfeng Martial Saint, Su Mu felt unprecedented ease, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.

Indeed, becoming a direct disciple of the Martial Saint would bring immense benefits, but Su Mu’s martial arts were already different from those of warriors in this era.

The long-extinct giant inheritance.

The martial arts gifted by a Dream Shadow.

The purple ethereal shadow inheritance that surpasses the Martial Saint.

Su Mu’s path was one that no martial artist of this era had traveled before. The existing standards for martial artist realms no longer applied to him.

No one has walked the martial arts path that Su Mu is about to walk.

So even the Martial Saint cannot guide Su Mu forward.

Su Mu’s martial arts path is one he must tread himself; he, Su Mu, is the first spark!

Not long after, a red light stopped at an old alley in the old city district. Su Mu returned to the nine-turn and thirteen-curved alley.

The winter sun wasn’t glaring, and at this moment, it filtered through the locust tree leaves, scattering into fine spots on the ground.

Under the sunlight, a few little girls were jumping rope as they were the other day. The difference was that there was now a group of people under the locust tree. Some elderly people had set up tables and chairs, two were playing chess, while others watched.

"Hey, that was a wrong move, Old Li, you should have played here."

"In my opinion, this is where you should play."

Su Mu passed through the alley and arrived outside the garbage station, but the certain figure was nowhere to be seen.

A thought crossed his mind.

A solid spiritual force radiated out, centered on Su Mu, instantly scanning the nearby streets and quickly locating that figure.

At this moment, several kilometers beyond the old city district, in a diner, Zhou Ming’s family was very happy because their son Zhou Yun, who got into Saint Martial University this year, had returned.

Also returning with him was a mentor from Saint Martial University, a bona fide Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Zhou Yun’s martial arts talent is quite good, and I plan to take him as my disciple..."

The words abruptly stopped, Zhou Yun’s parents beamed with joy, their faces filled with exhilaration.

To be accepted as a disciple by a Martial Arts Grandmaster, it seemed the Zhou family was blessed by divine fortune.

"Zhou Yun, quickly offer a toast to your teacher!"

Zhou Yun hastily raised his glass to toast, but the mentor beside him didn’t react at all. Zhou Yun looked at him in confusion and then saw a hint of amazement and shock in the mentor’s eyes.

Just now, the mentor beside Zhou Yun had suddenly sensed a terrifying spiritual power probing the area. He was the only one present who could vaguely sense this spiritual force.

Although it was just fleeting.

It still caused his sea of consciousness to tremble. Such a vast spiritual force he had only sensed from a few principals at Saint Martial University.

"Was that just now... the descent of a Great Grandmaster?"

Su Mu quickly withdrew his spiritual power. Naturally, he also sensed a faint anomaly in spiritual power ten kilometers away, but he didn’t pay attention to it.

"Found it."

Exiting the alley, walking along the main road, Su Mu soon stopped at a traffic light.

A youthful voice came from across the street.

It was a middle school, and outside the fence, there was a hunched figure with disheveled hair, clutching two fertilizer bags.

The figure gripped the fence with one hand, pressing his head tightly against the bars to look inside.

On the playground, students were sweating, and the old man was staring intently at a girl with a ponytail. A smile surfaced in his cloudy eyes.

"Xiaohui..."

Soon, the old man’s strange behavior was noticed by the students on the playground.

"Who is that person? It seems like he’s been watching us for a while now."

"Seems like a madman."

"A madman, how scary. We should leave quickly."

After a brief conversation, a few students headed towards the school building. The old madman watched the figure walk away, his gaze following incessantly, then he also pursued in the direction they left, but the figures eventually disappeared.

Until the students’ figures completely vanished, the old madman reluctantly withdrew his gaze.

The green light turned on.

Su Mu crossed to the other side of the street, and there were no pedestrians outside on the street.

"Li Liangshu."

The old madman apparently still remembered this man who had come to the garbage station not long ago to watch his joke. As soon as he saw Su Mu approaching, his once gentle eyes turned fierce.

He gritted his teeth, producing a grating sound, and then spoke viciously.

"Get lost, leave me..."

"Before I get the money this time, I’m not leaving."

Su Mu chuckled, a spiritual light flashed in his hand, casually tossing a red cloth bag in front of the old madman.

"I’ve brought you what you asked for."

Here to claim money?

The old madman looked puzzled. When had he ever asked this man for anything?

So he looked down.

The cloth bag exhibited two shades of red, bright and dark red, resembling the dark red of dried blood, and he could also smell a salty stench.

What on earth was inside?

The old madman picked up the cloth bag, the liquid on it still a bit viscous, and the contents seemed not light?

He hesitated to untie the cloth bag, and then his entire body trembled violently, his muddied eyes narrowing sharply, as if hit by a huge shock, he froze on the spot.

Su Mu’s spiritual power timely enveloped the area, shrouding them and blocking a passerby’s view.

"I couldn’t bring you Sima Lin... because his body only had a small piece of leg bone left. If I brought it, the people from the Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall might go crazy on the spot."

"So, I could only bring you Sima Xie’s head..."

"Don’t look at me like that, I won’t act for free. Be prepared; my service doesn’t come cheap."

"You, how much do you want? I’ll give you everything, even my life..."

"One dollar."

"One dollar?"

The old man gazed at Su Mu blankly. Instantly, his nose twitched, and the wrinkles on his face rippled as tears uncontrollably streamed down his cloudy eyes.

The old man hugged the head in his lap, unable to control himself any longer.

He began to wail.

He cried with vigor, exerting every inch of his flesh, veins bulging.

It was as if he were crying, yet also roaring.

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