The Myriad Races Respect Humanity, Because They Came!

This time, as everyone listened to Balu's unbelievably cringe speech, no one found anything wrong with it. Instead, an inexplicable thought rose in all their minds.

Could Su Tu really be the reincarnation of some Martial God??

The absurd thought had barely surfaced before everyone dismissed and crushed it in their hearts.

"Impossible. I must be insane. Even if Martial God Your Majesty truly appeared, a Celestial Venerable would surely accompany them. They would never appear on the Ancestral Star!!"

Martial Gods were the leaders of the entire Federation, the soul of Martial Dao, the first barrier the Federation had when it first left the Ancestral Star, and its only protection.

To the Federation, the words "Martial God" carried unimaginable weight.

When Su Tu had browsed the Forum before, he had noticed that in a ridiculous place where people could argue over sweet or savory tofu pudding, any post concerning Martial Gods would inexplicably carry a degree of solemnity. Every reply was founded on respect and worship.

Out of curiosity, he had specifically searched the Forum for information related to Martial Gods.

The search was no small matter. There were over ten million indexed entries related to the words "Martial God," and every post had over a million views. That alone demonstrated the weight those two words carried.

In the end, Su Tu found information about the Martial Gods amid the vast sea of posts.

When humanity first left Blue Star and set foot in the sea of stars, the Federation encountered unprecedented obstacles. Alien races beyond human comprehension appeared before humanity, and the technological methods and biochemical weapons the Federation took pride in were laughable to those races.

Even the most advanced subspace void engines of that time were toys in their eyes.

They could walk among the stars without any technology at all. Even celestial bodies were their toys. To the Federation of that era, such beings could already be called gods.

For the first time, humanity understood the difference in the levels of life. It was the difference between humans and ants. People realized that aside from technology, individual strength could also change everything.

In that era, humanity had been tightly sealed within the Solar System, at one point becoming slaves and livestock in the eyes of the various races.

The Federation desperately fled through interstellar space. Human civilization had nearly been destroyed, while those races continuously searched for humanity's Ancestral Star, intending to occupy and rule it.

At such a time, nine people appeared. At the most critical moment for human civilization and the Federation, they arrived without a sound.

They walked through the starry skies, and before the eyes of countless races, they crushed an entire planet. The race on that planet had been the strongest advocate for raising humanity as livestock.

Powerhouses from the other races also stepped forward to contend against the Martial Gods. They fought across the river of stars. A single drop of blood falling was like a meteor crashing into the wilderness; a single wail could darken the heavens. That great battle raged from the universe into subspace. No one knew its full extent.

But one thing was certain: those nine people... won!!

After that day, the Federation openly began establishing diplomatic ties and developing its civilization across the stars. Many powerful races even took the initiative to befriend humanity, while the Martial Gods left behind Martial Dao inheritances that allowed humanity to break through the limits of their life level.

Under the leadership of those nine people, the Federation grew stronger and more glorious. From being blood food in the eyes of the myriad races, humanity rose to its current position of great importance in the universe.

Just as humanity was moving toward glory, they vanished without a sound, just as they had silently appeared back then.

The entire Federation began frantically searching for their whereabouts. Intelligence networks numbering in the trillions transmitted information, yet it was as if they had never existed, leaving behind not the slightest trace.

Other than the Martial Dao inheritances, humanity could not find even a trace of their existence. No clothes they had worn, no beds they had slept in. It was as though they had been nothing more than a grand dream humanity had dreamed, saving everything within that dream.

But the blood beyond the stars had yet to dry, and the wails of the alien races still echoed. Humanity knew clearly that even if they had left behind nothing, they had come. That was enough.

The heavens would respect humanity, because they had come!

The Federation had wanted to turn their likenesses into statues so humanity could remember them, but no material could preserve their images.

Even the Federation's supreme figures of that time could not sculpt their appearances, because whenever they entertained any thought of recreating the nine figures' images, they would forget what they looked like.

Their forms were not left behind. Their voices were not left behind. It was like their final farewell, but humanity refused!!!

Humanity refused to let them disappear into the river of time. If their forms could not remain, and their voices could not remain, then their deeds would remain. Their names would remain!!

All humanity would carry on their Martial Dao. They would be remembered by humanity and sung of by time itself.

For thousands of years, people had called them Martial Gods!

In recent years, any prodigy judged to possess even a fraction of a Martial God's potential was considered a star among Martial Dao practitioners, a blazing sun of humanity. Yet everyone had just briefly linked Su Tu with the Martial Gods. It showed just how deeply his talent had shocked them.

This little interlude quickly passed. Zhou Wuliang continued guiding everyone in Prajna Seven Kills, having them attempt to produce their first muffled boom.

The students focused more of their attention on themselves.

In truth, descendants of great families understood one thing even better: there was no need for pointless comparison.

Based on the talent Su Tu had revealed so far, comparing themselves with him would only make themselves miserable.

Not only would it do nothing for their cultivation, it might also disturb their minds, hindering future Mind Dao Plucking cultivation. They might as well focus on their current training.

It had to be said that aside from family background, those Zhou Wuliang had taken a liking to all possessed first-rate temperament and talent. There was none of the messy nonsense found at other Martial Arts Academies.

Luo Fan clenched both fists, his posture like a spear. His long fist swung out like a vine, and the qi of his five viscera erupted. A muffled boom was already beginning to form, but when the punch landed, the sound did not continue.

"I have experience with resonance of the five viscera, but resonance of body and mind is somewhat difficult."

"This guy's talent is truly monstrous."

Luo Fan withdrew his stance and thought to himself.

"But Martial Dao is the path of slaughter and combat, the road of contention. Talent can make this path smoother, but temperament and fighting skill are what make it steadier. My talent may be somewhat lacking, but combat and temperament are my strengths. I hold the advantage in cultivation right now. I have already opened ninety-four acupoints in my body. I may not be inferior to anyone!"

Luo Fan had a steady temperament. Though Su Tu's talent had shocked him, he quickly adjusted himself.

Meanwhile, Mo Ya, who had barely made her presence known until now, had an unreadable look in her eyes.

Zhou Wuliang had given Su Tu a different training direction from the others. Since he had already completed the first stage of Prajna Seven Kills, Zhou Wuliang had him keep throwing punches while maintaining all seven resonances, continuing until he was exhausted. This would allow his body to adapt to that resonance, in hopes of reaching the level of instantaneous resonance.

At this moment, Su Tu was drenched in sweat, every muscle in his body trembling slightly. He stopped punching, without a shred of strength left in him.

You trained Prajna Seven Kills diligently for two hours. Combat Proficiency +70, Body Strengthening Proficiency +30

Combat (Low Grade): 250/300

Body Strengthening (Mid Grade): 402/1000

Seeing the Proficiency on the panel rise so quickly, Su Tu was in excellent spirits.

Zhou Wuliang had originally wanted to say something to them, but Li Hu hurried in and whispered a few words into Zhou Wuliang's ear. Zhou Wuliang's expression changed drastically. In the next instant, his figure abruptly vanished from everyone's sight, as if he had never been there.

"There's a situation on Master's side. Luo Fan, the three of you may have to postpone your Mind Dao Plucking for a while."

"That's enough training for today." Li Hu frowned, looking to be in a poor mood. He said nothing more. After announcing the end of class, he too left in quick strides.

The students looked at each other, not knowing what had happened. After resting for a while, they left in twos and threes.

Tang Yangwu invited Su Tu to visit his home along the way, but Su Tu politely declined.

He still chose to run home. Although that little bit of Proficiency did not improve much for him now, Su Tu's principle was to grind whenever he could. More Proficiency could never hurt.

While jogging along the road, he called his parents, but no one answered again.

When Su Tu had not had enough money to pay the bill at the restaurant yesterday, he had called his parents and received no answer. At the time, he had assumed they were busy and had not called again. This had happened before, but normally, if they did not answer then, they would call back the next day. Yet up to now today, neither of them had called him.

"They're still not answering... Nothing could have happened to them, could it?"

Su Tu felt somewhat worried.

But his expression soon turned solemn. He looked toward an alley on the right side of his body, and his running steps came to a halt.

"You've followed me the whole way. Aren't you coming out? Do you want me to invite you to dinner?" His voice was calm, revealing little emotion.

From the dim alley came a series of soft, scattered footsteps.

"I hid myself so well, yet you still noticed me. As expected of Old Zhou's seventh student." A guileless voice came from the alley.