Clan-Extermination Karma (Thanks to 1506778072 for the Monthly Pass)

A notification appeared on the System Panel before him.

You have completed your cultivation of Burial of Immortals. Body Strengthening Proficiency +20

Body Strengthening (Mid Grade): 262/1000

The Base Skill he had comprehended from that tattered book was called Burial of Immortals.

The name sounded somewhat strange, as though it were an unfinished sentence, making Su Tu feel vaguely awkward.

But just from the name of this Base Skill alone, he could already tell that it was extraordinary. The reason was simple.

Based on Su Tu's experience of having read countless novels and watched countless movies in his previous life, any cultivation technique with the word "immortal" in its name was bound to be insanely powerful.

"Heh, it really does feel like a lifetime ago."

Su Tu walked down the street, gazing at the densely scattered stars overhead. Everything he had just experienced felt like a dream.

A brand-new, mysterious world was slowly opening itself to him.

But before Su Tu could sigh with emotion, suddenly—

A sharp pain tore through his stomach, and an unimaginable hunger erupted in an instant!!

Every cell and every inch of muscle in his body craved food.

"What's going on?!" Su Tu clutched his stomach. Even the pine tree by the roadside looked rather delicious to him.

He hurriedly flagged down a car and headed straight for the small restaurant where he usually ate.

"I really don't know what to say about you. You actually managed to pick up a student like this on the Ancestral Star."

"Tsk tsk tsk. To gain insight from that thing... such physical aptitude is rare in this age. If his spiritual talent were a little higher, he'd practically be a future Celestial."

Black Mist Man's voice carried a hint of amazement. Could Zhou Wuliang's lucky number actually be real??

Otherwise, how could his seventh disciple be so heaven-defying??

"Should I change my heart anchor too and pick a lucky number?" Black Mist Man seriously considered it.

"You still won't take someone with such aptitude as a disciple?" he asked.

At those words, Zhou Wuliang, who had been wearing a smug expression, stiffened. Then his gaze turned icy. "Forget it. The karma on me is too heavy. If he becomes entangled with me, the harm will outweigh the benefit."

"Once I slaughter that clan, if he still has no teacher by then, I'll take him as my personal disciple."

"Pfft, what are you thinking? A pearl like this—once the Martial Examination begins, countless olive branches will surely be extended to him. Your obsession is too deep. How could exterminating an entire clan be so easy?"

But Old Zhou said nothing. Leaning back in the Grand Master's Chair, he slowly closed his eyes. Strange, sinister figures surfaced before him, fish gills swaying on their faces while sludge seeped from their eyes.

"Master, why did you let Xiao Tu go home? After practicing a Base Skill, all the nutritional reserves in the body are depleted. He needs to replenish himself with food right away. I even had the kitchen prepare dishes, but seeing you send him back, I didn't say anything. Master, did you have some arrangement?" Li Hu strode into the room in his usual carefree manner.

Zhou Wuliang's expression changed the moment he heard that.

Arrangement?? Arrangement my ass!! He had only made Su Tu leave first because he didn't want him to see him in such a sorry state. How had he forgotten about this?!

And Li Hu—if you'd already prepared the food, couldn't you have said something?!

"Hu Zi!! Set the Body Tempering Room's gravity to thirty times and practice the Base Skill ten times!!"

"Huh?"

"Huh my ass, get moving!!" Zhou Wuliang roared.

A Base Skill stimulated the body's potential, causing one's qi and blood to surge through every blood vessel and meridian, transforming them so they could bear qi. But the process consumed an enormous amount of energy from the martial artist. Usually, large quantities of nutrient fluid or high-protein food had to be prepared for replenishment.

The higher the grade of the Base Skill, the more replenishment it required. And Su Tu's Base Skill had been comprehended from that mysterious book. Its consumption was simply—

"My student is so outstanding, surely he won't starve to death. Surely not... right?"

Old Gong Restaurant.

The kitchen was frantically preparing food while a group of waiters clustered nearby, whispering among themselves as though they were watching a monster.

The restaurant owner sat across from Su Tu, his face full of terror.

"Kid, stop eating. You're scaring me."

At that moment, the entire table was piled high with plates like a small mountain. New dishes continued to arrive from the kitchen, and every single one was meat.

Meanwhile, meat dishes from several other restaurants outside were constantly being brought in as well.

Like Taotie himself, Su Tu held a plate in his hand and cleaned it out after only a few bites with his chopsticks.

Hungry!! So hungry!

That thought filled Su Tu's mind. Even after eating so many meat dishes, he still did not feel the slightest bit full.

Quite a few passersby saw the exaggerated scene and secretly took out their phones to record it.

Then uploaded the videos to short-video platforms.

With Su Tu's looks paired with that astonishing appetite, wasn't he guaranteed to become a viral internet celebrity?!

"Boss, there's no more food in the kitchen! The stock from the restaurants next door has all been eaten by this kid too!" a waiter shouted.

"Kid... you're still not full?" The restaurant owner looked worried. He had never seen anyone eat like this.

This restaurant was right downstairs from Su Tu's apartment building. His parents had often gone on business trips ever since he was little, and whenever he did not want to cook, he would eat here. There were only three hundred and sixty-five days in a year when he did not want to cook for himself.

So the owner had truly watched Su Tu grow up. It was like watching the child of a relative, and he was terrified that Su Tu would eat himself sick.

"Uncle, don't worry. I'm fine. I'm finally half full." Su Tu rubbed his stomach. He was still a little hungry, but not so ravenous that he would see food and go red-eyed like before.

Put another way, when his hunger had hit earlier, he had nearly mistaken the driver for a Roast Whole Pig.

"Good heavens, only half full??" The owner's dialect burst right out when he heard that.

Su Tu chuckled without explaining.

"Uncle Gong, sorry about today. You couldn't even do anyone else's business."

"Eh, don't say that. With our relationship, what's there to talk about? But kid, do you want to go to the hospital and get checked out?" Uncle Gong was an honest man. He was more worried about Su Tu's health.

"It's fine, Uncle. Let me settle the bill." Su Tu took out his phone, intending to pay.

But once the bill was calculated, things became awkward. Su Tu had eaten the entire stock of four small restaurants, including this one.

None of those small restaurants were large; their storefronts were tiny, though the food was authentic. Most of their customers came from the nearby residential communities.

So their combined stock was worth only a little over ten thousand yuan. It was not much, but it happened to be the end of the month, and his father and mother had not yet sent his living expenses. He hurriedly called them, but neither of them answered.

Uncle Gong was not in a hurry and was willing to put it on the tab, but Su Tu was not familiar with the other restaurants. After thinking it over, he made a phone call.

Before long, Zhang Meng arrived at the restaurant in a black Stepmother Dress and helped Su Tu settle the bill.

"Sorry to trouble you, Sister Zhang. I'll have my aunt transfer the money to you later." Su Tu thanked Zhang Meng. Without her, he would have been thoroughly embarrassed today.

Who knew what his dad and mom were doing? They had actually dropped the ball at such a crucial moment.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA! You're killing me, kid. I've never heard of anyone eating an entire four small restaurants' worth of stock!" Zhang Meng laughed so hard that her body swayed, White Rabbit Bouncing, leaving Su Tu deeply embarrassed.

"You're about to become an internet celebrity. When I came over just now, I saw several people secretly recording you."

Hearing Zhang Meng tease him, Su Tu rubbed his stomach helplessly. Who would have thought this Base Skill would have such a side effect?

Their homes were in the same building, so they walked back together.

On the way, Zhang Meng received a call. The other party invited her to attend an evening party, but Zhang Meng politely declined.

"Going to a party? How could that be more important than accompanying my handsome Younger Brother!" She teased Su Tu and tried to hug his arm. Fortunately, Su Tu's reactions were extremely fast now. Otherwise, he probably would have touched something enormous and wicked.

Women would only affect the speed at which he drew his blade!!

Zhang Meng lived on a higher floor than Su Tu, so Su Tu stepped out of the elevator first.

"Sister Zhang, I'm heading off. I'll pay you back right away."

Zhang Meng crossed her arms over her chest, licked the corner of her lips seductively, and chuckled. "Or forget it. How about you pay with your body..."

Su Tu turned and left, refusing to give her another chance to tease him, drawing a burst of coquettish laughter from Zhang Meng.

At that moment, her phone began ringing again, but Zhang Meng did not answer.

"Do they really take me for a fool? Some big shot from New Star wants me to accompany him?"

Zhang Meng worked in finance at a financial company. She handled accounting and rarely attended social events. But for some reason, her boss had asked her three or four times this month to accompany some important figure, saying the man was powerful enough to reach the heavens with one hand and cover the earth with the other, and that making friends with him would not be a loss.

But according to Zhang Meng's understanding, three women from their circle had already become unreachable after attending so-called evening parties. The company had only said that they had resigned.

"A big shot? More like a Man-Eating Demon!" Zhang Meng sneered.

But the next moment, the lights began flickering on and off. The entire elevator shook slightly, making Zhang Meng somewhat unsteady on her feet.

As though something had heard what she said.

After Su Tu returned home, he opened WeChat and found several messages. One contained a link sent by Li Hu, while the others were private messages from his classmates.

That classmate told Su Tu that someone at school had recently been asking about him, though they did not know who it was.

"Someone's asking about me?" Su Tu glanced at it, replied to his classmate with an emoji, and did not take the matter to heart.

Most of his thoughts were now focused on martial arts. In his eyes, matters between students were nothing more than trivial chicken-feather and garlic-skin affairs, not worth taking too seriously.