Good with a Spear

Early the next morning.

Ever since cultivating the Gene Method centered on Solar Energy, Su Bei would wake up on his own almost every time the sun rose.

It was as if it had been integrated into his genes.

However, after waking up today, Su Bei looked at the words appearing on the panel with an odd expression:

1.3 Main Mission

You diligently study and train every day, forging a brand-new path on your own. Though the process has had minor setbacks, your strength has steadily increased. You have now reached the bottleneck of your cultivation. In this life, you walk the path of an emperor once more, and a higher realm is only a step away.

Mission: Become stronger

Difficulty: ★☆

Reward: Great Sun Emperor Body Technique (Incomplete)

And that was not all. The Daily Mission had been issued as well.

3.20 Daily Mission

After deciding to quit drinking, you discovered that your junior sister had found someone new. She said it was merely her close female friend and advised you not to overthink things. Women have the right to decide what to do with their bodies. You secretly thought you had not lost out, laughed it off, and decided to focus on cultivation.

Mission: Cultivate seriously for one day

Difficulty: ☆

Reward: Beginner Treasure Chest x1

Su Bei's expression was strange. Had his luck finally turned around?

Not only had the Main Mission, which had been silent for so long, finally appeared, but even today's Daily Mission had become much more normal.

More importantly, both missions were practically handing out rewards for free.

After suffering for over half a month, when had Su Bei ever fought such a rich battle? He almost jumped with joy.

"I wonder whether the cultivation methods from the True Martial World can be used in this world."

Su Bei looked at the Main Mission reward and pondered it. The rewards for Main Missions were generally generous. Even if the difficulty was low, he was still greatly looking forward to it.

"However, according to the game setting, the True Martial World far surpasses this world in terms of martial strength. Even if I can't cultivate it, drawing parallels from it will still greatly benefit my path of cultivation."

Su Bei understood that clearly.

It was still early. His younger brother, Su He, was still asleep. Su Bei quietly opened the window, borrowed force a few times, and scaled the building more than twenty meters high as though walking on level ground. Before long, he had flipped onto the rooftop.

Facing the rising sun, the Great Sun Hanging Sky Gene Method began to circulate. Streams of Solar Energy surged over from the sun on the horizon, invigorating his spirit and sweeping away all the fatigue of the night.

Thump, thump, thump...

His heart pounded like a war drum, and the Emperor Sun Energy deep within him spread into his blood. However, the speed was not particularly fast, about the same as when he practiced martial techniques.

It was not the rapid progress he had imagined.

That left Su Bei somewhat disappointed. This trace of Emperor Sun Aura would probably remain with him for a long time.

After completing one circulation, Su Bei returned to his room, tidied up a little, and headed straight for Wuji Martial Hall.

Along the way, people kept greeting him with "Senior Brother." After becoming an official disciple, the Wuji Martial Hall badge on Su Bei's chest had changed into a crescent moon, a symbol of his status.

This was not showing off. Instead, it spared him quite a bit of trouble.

Only after Su Bei passed through without obstruction and entered the advanced area did discussions rise behind him.

"Is that Su Bei? The one the martial hall just recruited recently?"

"Of course. Didn't you see the badge on his chest?" someone said sourly. "To be recruited by Wuji Martial Hall, Su Bei has a bright future ahead of him. Maybe before long, Tianhu City will have another Martial Artist!"

"Yeah!"

Someone beside them spoke with a complicated expression. "I remember he used to work as an instructor in the basic area. It hasn't even been that long, yet he's already become someone from a different world."

"There's a reason people succeed. I've been at this martial hall for years, and no matter when I come, I can always see him here. Could anyone else have that kind of perseverance?"

"Heaven rewards diligence..."

Leaving aside the people behind him.

Su Bei had already arrived outside their exclusive training ground.

To his surprise, aside from Zhao Pei, who often waited there, there was now another burly man. He was built like a pagoda, over two meters tall, and stood to one side of the door, nearly taking up half the passageway.

Just from his build alone, it was clear that he was no weakling.

"Senior Brother Zhao, is Zhang Feiyu inside?"

"He arrived early this morning. They're all inside now." Zhao Pei looked troubled. His lips moved before he added, "But aside from Young Master Zhang, there are other guests in the training ground today..."

Su Bei's heart stirred.

Judging by Zhao Pei's expression, these guests were probably unwelcome ones.

After greeting him, Su Bei was about to push the door open.

Whoosh.

A pair of massive hands, like cattail cushions, directly blocked Su Bei's path.

"Sorry, kid."

The burly man at the door looked at Su Bei and said in a booming voice, "Without Young Master Sun's instructions, no one is allowed inside."

"I can inform him on your behalf."

Su Bei frowned. There was only a door between them, yet they were putting on such airs.

It seemed the visitor had a higher status than Zhang Feiyu. Otherwise, a mere attendant would not dare block him outside.

"Then forget it."

He could not be bothered to flatter anyone. It was only a place to cultivate. Turning to Zhao Pei, he said, "Senior Brother Zhao, please find me an empty training ground. Put it on my tab."

Zhao Pei nodded, just about to agree.

But a young man's voice came from inside, sounding lazy and arrogant. "Let him in."

Martial Artists generally had sharp hearing and keen eyesight. Clearly, the people inside had noticed the sounds outside.

"Go in." The burly Martial Artist looked at Su Bei.

"No need."

Su Bei shook his head. "I'll go somewhere else."

He had only come to cultivate and did not want to stir up unnecessary trouble. Besides, Zhang Feiyu had not spoken, which clearly meant he did not want Su Bei dragged into this mess.

With that, he turned to leave.

"Hansheng, what? Do I need to personally invite him?" The man inside spoke again, his voice carrying straight through the door.

The burly Hansheng directly pulled the door open and gestured with one hand, leaving no room for refusal. "Please."

From the gesture, it seemed that if Su Bei refused, he would personally send him inside.

Su Bei's expression darkened. What bad luck.

He simply stepped inside.

On the vast training ground, seven or eight young men and women stood at the edge. Each was well dressed, with faint arrogance written across their expressions. One of them was Zhang Feiyu.

The other men and women were also young. The oldest looked to be no more than twenty.

Although they had gathered together, the difference in their statuses was glaringly obvious.

A man and a woman stood at the center, surrounded by the others like stars around the moon.

From the moment Su Bei entered, everyone's eyes focused on him. They sized him up and down as if inspecting an object, their gazes carrying a hint of mockery.

The man was of average height, fair-skinned, with slightly long hair. Though still young, he had a gloomy temperament, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows.

The woman was beautiful and tall. Her tight martial arts uniform perfectly outlined her figure, while her straight legs looked powerful enough to crush someone between them. Her body was built for explosive force.

Judging from their presence, the two were likely among the strongest of the group.

"Brother Bei, you're here."

Zhang Feiyu sent him a helpless look before saying, "These are the senior brothers and sisters I grew up with. They came to Tianhu City to take part in this Martial Artist Assessment."

"After hearing me mention you earlier, they wanted to meet you since we're all from the martial hall."

Su Bei understood immediately.

He had run into another batch of second-generation martial hall heirs, and there were quite a few of them.

Wuji Martial Hall had nine hall masters. Behind every hall master stood a massive martial arts family, so it was nothing surprising for seven or eight participants of the right age to appear at once.

Moreover, Zhang Feiyu was standing at the edge. It seemed his status within this group was not particularly high.

"That can't be it, can it?"

"No matter what, Zhang Feiyu is the Ninth Hall Master's biological son. Surely it can't be such a coincidence that they all had children at the same time, and everyone here has a hall master for a father?"

"Or is there something else going on?"

In terms of status, Su Bei was the lowest among them. Still, he had seen his share of the world and did not feel uncomfortable in the slightest.

Though displeased inside, his expression did not change. He cupped his hands toward them symbolically. "Su Bei. Greetings, senior brothers and sisters."

At Wuji Martial Hall, everyone generally addressed one another as senior brothers and sisters. Su Bei had not taken a master, so there was no distinction such as martial uncle. This was not overstepping.

Yet no one responded, as though he were nothing but air.

Su Bei frowned.

A young man raised his brows and said sarcastically, "Feiyu, we're all brothers. You call this Su Bei 'Brother,' so doesn't that mean we have to call him that too?"

"Yeah, doesn't that make him our Brother Bei?"

"If I call him Su Bei, Feiyu, you won't get angry, will you?"

"Everyone can address people however they like, everyone can address people however they like." Zhang Feiyu smiled with lowered eyes.

This time, Su Bei was surprised.

From the looks of it, this was not a matter of whether Zhang Feiyu's status was high or low. It was a matter of whether he had any status at all...

The leading woman, however, looked interested. "My name is Zhu Xuan. Zhang Feiyu told us earlier that you were a martial arts genius he personally brought into the martial hall."

"He said you'd rank near the top in this Martial Artist Assessment?"

Su Bei waved his hand. "He was talking nonsense."

"Feiyu may not be very reliable, but he does have a good eye." Zhu Xuan said with a smile. There was a heroic air between her brows, and she looked quite lovely when she smiled.

Su Bei merely smiled without speaking. He had no time to waste and was about to say a few words before taking his leave.

"I heard from Zhang Feiyu that you're pretty good with a spear?"

At that moment, the leading man suddenly spoke. He pointed toward the training ground. "Go on, show us a few moves."

"If you perform well, you'll be handsomely rewarded."

For a moment, everyone's mocking gazes turned toward him.