Smart Fighter Jet

Upon entering the reception room, Hong was already waiting inside.

Dressed in black, he sat quietly on a cushion. Seeing Tang Ping and the others enter, he gestured toward the cushions placed in front of him and said, "Sit."

"Yes, Master." Tang Ping and the others sat down in turn.

"Tang Ping, let's address your matter first. According to the reward terms I previously set for you, you may select one treasure from me valued under 3 'Stars.' Oh, right, 'Stars' is a value unit I created myself. Treasures under three Stars include roughly these items..." As he spoke, Hong flicked his finger, and a light screen appeared before them, listing a wide variety of treasures.

Tang Ping scanned the screen for a while but found nothing that particularly excited him; after all, the value was capped at under 3 Stars.

"Master, I choose a King-level Intelligent Fighter Jet." In the end, Tang Ping opted for something he had been interested in previously.

"Oh? That works. You can fly it away when you leave later." Clearly, Hong was somewhat surprised by Tang Ping's choice; he had originally expected Tang Ping to select the Martial Artist Basic Manual.

By all accounts, that would have been the logical choice, as nothing is more important to a martial artist than improving their own strength. However, Tang Ping was different; he had always relied on "lying flat" to increase his strength, so the manual was of little use to him, and he couldn't teach it to others anyway.

"Hmm... Next is the matter of your official position. According to our contract, you are now the sixth Inspector of my Limit Martial Arts Hall. However, since you haven't made your breakthrough yet, my suggestion is that I won't assign you a specific post for now, giving you enough time to focus on your breakthrough. Once you reach the Beyond War God-level, I will assign you a specific role. Of course, if you want me to assign you a position now, that is also fine; it is entirely up to you." The man in black, Hong, watched Tang Ping quietly.

"Uh... I've never liked managing affairs, so your arrangement is perfect, Master. Actually, if possible, I'd prefer not to have any specific duties even after I break through." Tang Ping grinned.

"That... we shall discuss when the time comes," Hong said with a wave of his hand.

"Right, there is also the matter of the Inspector's inauguration ceremony..." Hong paused, remembering one more thing.

"Let's hold off on that until after I've broken through as well," Tang Ping replied preemptively.

"Hmm, that is fine." Hong nodded and stopped talking to Tang Ping, turning his gaze to the other four. "As for you four..."

"Master, could we also do as Ping did and not be assigned a position for now, waiting until we reach the Beyond War God-level?" Seeing Hong hesitate, Jiang Yang stood up and spoke first.

"Uh... I was just considering whether to have you stay at headquarters to join the Special Operations Group or send you out to serve as Supervisors. You lot, none of you want to manage anything?" Hong said, feeling both amused and exasperated.

"Hehe... Master, we brothers are still young. I believe it won't be long before we break through. Assigning us positions now would be a waste of time, and we'd only have to rearrange things later, which would just be a bother to you," Jiang Yang explained with a cheeky grin.

"Very well. The martial arts hall isn't exactly short on staff right now, and I have high hopes for you brothers. Strive to break through as soon as possible; the Beyond War God-level is the true starting point of the martial path." After a moment of thought, Hong did not insist further.

And just like that, the five of them successfully graduated without being assigned any specific duties.

Walking out of the headquarters base, the King-level Intelligent Fighter Jet Tang Ping had chosen was already parked at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

Guided by the staff, he entered the jet and completed the ownership recognition. Tang Ping was now the owner of a private aircraft—an intelligent one at that.

Excited, the five brothers immediately boarded the intelligent jet to head to the Elite Training Camp, picked up their packed luggage, and couldn't wait to set off on the journey back to South China Base City.

South China Base City, Hong City, Oriental Residential District.

It was already evening, and the Oriental Residential District was bustling, with many people gathered around the entrance of the Limit Pavilion.

In the Oriental Residential District, whenever a martial artist returned home, many would usually come to welcome them because... the path of a martial artist is a perilous one, where one carries their head on their belt, and they might lose their life at any moment.

Therefore, every time a martial artist returned, the entire neighborhood was filled with joy.

Tang Ping and the others had called their parents and relatives before returning, but they hadn't mentioned their graduation over the phone. Everyone still assumed they were just coming home for a regular holiday.

After all, January and February were the vacation months for the Elite Training Camp. As the chief instructor for the Limit Pavilion here, Cheng Wei knew this well, and since he knew, the families of the martial artists naturally knew too.

"Hello." Tang Rong picked up the phone, a look of joy appearing on his face. "We'll be there soon. Five minutes? Good, everyone is waiting here."

About five minutes later.

"Everyone, look! What is that in the sky?"

The crowd, who had been waiting quietly for Tang Ping and the others, looked up at the sky in surprise. A deep blue streak of light tore through the sky, stopped above the Oriental Residential District, and then slowly descended.

"Why has this flying fighter jet come to our place?"

The martial artists and their families in the Oriental Residential District began to discuss it in hushed tones.

Cheng Wei, the highest-ranking official present, stared at it for a few moments before his expression changed, and he exclaimed, "It's a jet from headquarters!"

With a clatter, the cabin door opened.

Tang Ping and his four brothers stepped out, each carrying a backpack.

"Tang Ping, Jiang Yang, Li Zhongyun, Li Ze, Wang Zhizhong—it's them!"

"It really is!"

Immediately, the crowd of martial artists and their families who had been watching the jet surged forward, greeting them with great enthusiasm.

"Ping'er," Tang Rong said, holding Tang Ping's hand while glancing toward the fighter jet, "They brought you brothers back from so far away; you should invite them down to thank them properly."

"That's right, Xiao Yang, hurry and invite them down," Jiang Yang's mother added from the side.

"Uh... this is an intelligent fighter jet; there's no pilot inside," Tang Ping explained, scratching his head. He then pulled his parents toward their home. "Uncle Cheng, I'll treat you to a drink later!"

Back home, although they had temporarily escaped the questioning of the other families in the district, they still had to explain everything to their parents—what an intelligent fighter jet was and where it had come from.

That night, as was tradition, the five families celebrated together, and this time it was at Li Zhongyun's house.

Around a massive dining table, the group ate and chatted happily.

"Brother, you said you aren't leaving again after coming back this time? Why?" Li Ze's younger sister asked from the side.

"Because we've all graduated! Let me tell you, your brother is super strong now—an Invincible War God, you know? If it weren't for the fact that none of us want to manage anything, the position of Supervisor in South China Base City would have changed hands by now!" Li Ze boasted with a smug look on his face.