Tribulation of Myriad Races

Chapter 162: Bullying The Good Guy (1)

With his day spent on classes, Su Yu prepared to spend his night cultivating. He had previously decided on a goal of entering the fragment room six times per day. He could stay in the room for half an hour each time. After that, he needed over an hour for recovery. Each session would take him two hours in total.

Thus, it would be rather hard for him to meet the goal of entering the fragment room 6 times each day. That would require 12 hours. It was already 7 in the evening when he returned from dinner after class. If he cultivated for 12 hours after that, he wouldn't even have enough time to sleep.

"I still need to sleep. It would be too embarrassing if a ninth-stage Source Opening cultivator like me ended up tiring myself to death. Sleeping four hours per day would be enough. I can wake up at seven in the morning. Alright, I will enter the fragment room four times then."

Su Yu could only helplessly reduce his training time. It was something he had to do. After attending the basic classes today, he had discovered that he was still lacking in many aspects. Thus, Liu Hong's scheme had actually helped him. He did not come from a big family. Liu Wenyan had only taught him a little bit of the basics. He still had a lot to learn.

"One entry is basically the same as earning 10 merit points for free. Reducing my daily sessions by 2 is the same as taking 20 merit points from me per day. I am still 25 days away from kicking Lin Yao's ass. Until then, I'll lose 500 merit points in total. After winning the 300 merit points from Lin Yao, Liu Hong's line would still owe me 200 merit points."

Su Yu was confident in his calculation. He concluded that Liu Hong still owed him 200 merit points. After all, a single cultivation session here was the same as earning 10 merit points. He was already very generous for not charging Liu Hong for slowing down his growth. While thinking about all that, he stepped into the fragment room.

"I am a very generous person. Unless you really push it too far, I won't really care about what you do. But 200 merit points are really a lot. I need to kill two Skysoars for that. Liu Hong, 200 merit points!"

…

Bai Feng just happened to be passing by when Su Yu shouted that. Bai Feng was stupefied. Since when did Liu Hong start owing Su Yu 200 merit points? Why was he not aware of that? Were there private deals between Liu Hong and Su Yu? Was Liu Hong even aware of this debt? Was Liu Hong trying to taint Su Yu with money? Their faction might be broke, but they must not allow money to taint them!

...

Su Yu was unaware of all the thoughts Bai Feng was having. He had just discovered that two hours per session might not be enough. That was because he had lasted 40 minutes this time. He could now stay longer in the fragment room than before.

"Looks like I will be able to enter the second section soon."

The fragment room was split into several sections. The second section was actually meant for those in the Mental Tempering Stage.

Su Yu was still quite far from reaching the Mental Tempering Stage. But he felt like he could still give it a try. That was because he found that although he didn't have a lot of willpower, his willpower was very strong.

After about 40 minutes, he entered the filter room. Once again, he extravagantly used a drop of Infinite Strength blood essence to cultivate in the room. He still had two drops left, but the new blood essence he purchased from Xia Huyou would arrive soon.

As for the five drops of source qi liquid he had purchased earlier, he had no plans of using them. Source qi liquid would also be helpful for recovery during combat. If he had to use Infinite Strength blood essence during combat, his source qi would drain rapidly. At that time, the source qi liquid could be used for recovery.

After the cultivation session in the filter room, he felt that his eighth acupoint was going to open soon. And after that, he would be able to advance into the Great Strength Realm if he only cultivated the ordinary War God Art.

"Dad only cultivates the Great Strength Art. That cultivation method only opens 36 acupoints in total. But I've already opened 8 acupoints before even properly stepping into the Great Strength Realm. Perhaps I can overtake Dad in terms of acupoints soon? At the seventh-stage, I will have 84 acupoints opened. Can I beat Dad then?"

Su Yu couldn't help but to start entertaining all those random thoughts. He was starting to miss his father. He wondered if his father was doing well on the battlefield. Had his father participated in any battle? Had his father suffered any injuries?

Su Yu had cultivated like his life depended on it for one reason. He wanted to reach the Skysoar Realm as soon as possible and enter the Allheaven Battlefield. That unreliable father had no idea how concerned Su Yu was of him.

Was cultivating painful? Was it not nice to get more sleep? He had never worked this hard in the past. But now that his father had entered a dangerous battlefield, he couldn't help but to be worried.

...

Night descended.

Allheaven Battlefield.

Su Long was leaning against the city wall while giggling foolishly to himself.

Beside him, 100-man Commander Liu couldn't help but to curse, "Why are you giggling to yourself again? Su Long, have you gone mad recently?"

Su Long did not feel like entertaining that remark. But after some thought, he smugly said, "What do you know? I've been holding this in for a few days. I wanted to keep this to myself, but today, I have to let it out. Listen well! My son is the top scorer in both the war and cultural examinations in Nanyuan! Remember this well! My son is the top scorer in the war and cultural examinations! Over a dozen academies fought each other to recruit my son. Hahaha!"

Su Long finally ran out of patience and announced the news. Around 100 soldiers heard his words. Not far away, the 1000-man commander on patrol couldn't help but to laugh and shake his head. This fellow had been talking about his son every single day. And now, he was claiming that his son was the top scorer in Nanyuan? Who knew if he was bluffing?

"Old Su, don't shout. We're not in an active war currently, but we still need to be careful and make less noise."

Su Long smiled and said, "Ok, ok, I won't be so loud. Commander, have you heard? My son is the top scorer! I'll buy you all a meal during our rest day a few days later. But Old Liu can't join. It's a waste of money buying him anything."

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Commander Liu was speechless. He said, "Su Long, stop bluffing. Can your son even become the top scorer?"

"I'm telling the truth!" Su Long was getting furious, "He's really the top scorer! I knew you guys wouldn't believe it. That’s why I have been keeping silent about it. I received the news from the Martial Dragon Guards. There is no faking this. Not only that, a cultural researcher has accepted my kid as a student before he even joins the cultural research academy."

"Really?"

The crowd's interest was piqued.

But Commander Liu still didn't believe Su Long. "A cultural researcher accepted him as a student?"

"Yeah!" Su Long proudly said, "It's a cultural researcher called Bai Feng. I heard he's quite an incredible person..."

He had barely finished speaking when a silhouette appeared before him. Around him, several bursts of willpower erupted, but all the willpower vanished again immediately after.

An old man entered Su Long's vision. The old man asked doubtfully, "Who were you talking about earlier?"

Su Long was alarmed. An expert!

"ENEM—"

"Shut up." The old man rolled his eyes. "They know I'm here. I'm not an enemy."

Su Long and the others looked around and sure enough, the 1000-man commander was looking at them from not far away. When the old man waved his hand, the commander bowed slightly before leaving. Su Long heaved a breath of relief. Fortunately, this wasn't an enemy. He was given quite a fright earlier.

"Lord..."

"Cut the crap. Who accepted a student?"

"What?" Su Long blanked out slightly before answering, "Bai Feng. Lord...do you know him?"

"Yes!" The old man clenched his teeth in anger, "I won't forget him even if I die! That piece of trash dares to accept a student? He actually dares to accept a student?"

The old man was furious.

What is that bastard doing? Your teacher had just left and you accepted a student immediately? Have you asked for my permission? Who gave you the permission to accept a new student into our faction? Don't you know that we need to test the new student first? You're accepting a student while I am away? What is the meaning of this?

Hearing the old man scolding Bai Feng, Su Long hesitated to speak. He wanted to scold this old man on behalf of Bai Feng, but he ultimately decided against it. His son's teacher could be considered his brother, right?

His brother was being scolded here. He wanted to protect his brother's dignity, but this old man was obviously an important person. Forget it. A wise man knew better than to fight when the odds were against him. He had never met Bai Feng anyway.

"You said that your son is the top scorer of Nanyuan?"

"Yeah."

"Do you know Liu Wenyan?"

"Yeah. He's my kid's instructor..."

"I see."

The old man's anger vanished. That student was probably a recommendation of his senior brother. That was weird. His senior brother had never liked sending people to the multiple character faction.

He glanced at Su Long. This soldier was already quite old. But he was a fresh Infinite Strength cultivator. In the old man's eyes, someone like that was basically a piece of trash in terms of cultivation. Could someone like this have a talented son? The old man was finding it hard to believe.

Forget it. He should never judge a book by its cover. Maybe the son had mutated genetically or something.

"I still have something to attend to so I can't stay long. Since your son is now under Bai Feng, then he is somewhat related to me too."

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The old man searched his pockets and tossed a bottle of blood essence over, "Since fate has allowed us to meet, take this. See you."

The old man then flickered and vanished.

...

A short while later.

The old man appeared atop a mountain peak. He muttered, "I can't find what I'm looking for and have lost a bottle of blood essence instead. Bai Feng, just wait for me to return. I'll teach you a good lesson for doing things behind my back!"

With another flicker, the old man vanished. Next, several figures appeared nearby. The newcomers were a group of middle-aged men in cultural researcher outfits. One of them doubtfully said, "Why is Master Hong here?"

"No idea. I heard he's hunting for a new species. None of us have seen that species before. Where did Master Hong hear about that new species?"

"Who knows?"

Someone laughed, "Did the son of that Infinite Strength soldier earlier really join Master Hong's faction?"

"I guess so. Master Hong wouldn't have given the gift otherwise. Interesting. Bai Feng has finally accepted a student. I wonder if any good shows will unfold in the academy this year..."

"Stop thinking about it. We won't be able to return anytime soon. Let them fight it out. We still need to carry out our responsibilities. In the battlefield, there are no longer any factions. It's also a good thing for conflicts to break out back home. If they continue living peacefully, they would only become more and more useless."

After a short conversation, the group vanished.

...

Near the city wall.

Su Long was still dazed. What was going on? Had he just received a gift?

Commander Liu was also stunned. He asked, "Is your son really the top scorer?"

"What do you think?" Su Long scratched his head and said, "That old man...cough, that lord knows my son's teacher. They're from the same side. Since that old man is so strong, my son's teacher must be quite amazing too!"

He grinned, "Look at this! I told you guys I wasn't bluffing. You guys refused to believe me. See, someone is here to prove my words! Old Liu, you can keep your daughter for yourself. My son doesn't need your daughter. Plenty of girls are courting my son in the academy."

Commander Liu was shocked, but he calmed down and snorted, "What's the big deal about that? It's not like your son will be strong if he has a strong teacher. Wait until your son actually becomes a cultural researcher before saying that."

Not far away, the 1000-man commander was keeping to himself. However, he could still hear their conversation. He was quite surprised. He had thought that Su Long had been bluffing, but his son had really managed to enter a cultural research academy. Furthermore, he seemed to have gotten a cultural researcher as his teacher.

The commander was aware of how strict cultural researchers were when accepting students. In that case, Su Long's son was probably quite a genius.

He did not know the old cultural researcher that had appeared earlier, but when the old man arrived, the cultural researchers in the army were on high alert. However, they all calmed down immediately. Clearly, they knew who that old man was. That old man was probably a big shot.

"This Su Long guy seems to know a lot of big shots."

The commander was somewhat speechless. Not even he knew as many big shots as Su Long. Just why did Su Long join the army at such an old age? Since he seemed to know a lot of important people, the 1000-man commander would have no choice but to take good care of Su Long.

Nevertheless, he was still impressed with Su Long. This person had returned to the army as a ninth-stage Great Strength cultivator. He was almost 50 years old yet he still couldn't let go of his brothers from back then. When the 1000-man commander thought of what Su Long did, he couldn't help but to feel melancholic.