Chu Qing asked curiously, "Do martial artists who become mutants meet a miserable end?"
Old Woman Wu Jue nodded. "That's right!"
"Any martial artist who becomes a mutant will definitely die within thirty years at most!"
"The shortest-lived one only lasted a year!"
Chu Qing frowned and said in a low voice, "No exceptions?"
Old Woman Wu Jue nodded forcefully. "Never!"
Chu Qing asked curiously, "Then why are the scions of great clans still going mad trying to become mutants?"
Old Woman Wu Jue sneered. "Because for a clan, having one more mutant is far better than having one more martial artist in the New Realm."
"They have abundant resources and plenty of slots."
"The death of one person means nothing at all."
"But if a lineage gains one more mutant, even if that mutant can only live for ten years, it is still tremendously important to the lineage!"
Chu Qing smiled. "Then do you know how those martial mutants die?"
Old Woman Wu Jue hesitated before saying, "According to the Martial Academy's records, they die from the unknown."
"No matter where they hide, they will die!"
"When I was young, I once saw someone like that."
"After they died, all that remained was a sheet of human skin!"
"And because she was still alive, that sheet of human skin continued diligently serving the lineage!"
Chu Qing's scalp went numb.
Human skin was still alive? It even believed itself to be human? Wasn't that an anomaly?
But anomalies ate people!
Old Woman Wu Jue said, "A set of mutant resources is nothing to the Martial Academy!"
"If you want it, the Martial Academy can give it to you!"
Without a moment's thought, Chu Qing said, "I want it!"
Resources could go unused.
But he could not be without them.
"No