Task Triggered?

"Exactly!"

"Brother Bei, show us what you can do!"

"I haven't seen many Spear Path Masters!"

"If Brother Sun enjoys the show, maybe you won't even need to take the Martial Artist Assessment. He might just give you an Ascension Secret Treasure outright!"

They were all from prominent families. Not only did they fail to notice anything wrong with their leader's words, they even joined in the jeering with amused expressions.

To put it bluntly.

At their age, who among them wasn't a genius?

In their eyes, being a genius was merely the threshold for meeting them.

Who here wasn't a genius?

Su Bei's expression turned slightly cold.

The last time he had been this speechless was the previous time.

Just then.

Words appeared on the panel.

Side Mission

As the Eternal Great Emperor, even if you are only a wisp of a remnant soul, you still possess your own pride. Yet now, like a tiger fallen onto the plains, you are a menial disciple of the Seeking Immortals Sect and are being humiliated by insignificant nobodies from unknown factions. But an emperor is worthy of being called an emperor. You should be able to bend and stretch. It is time to display what you have learned.

Mission: Display your strength by any means necessary

Mission Difficulty: ★

Mission Reward: The attention of the Seeking Immortals Sect's Body Refining Mountain

Note: This mission may trigger subsequent events

"If there's nothing else, then I'll..."

Su Bei had only gotten halfway through and had even turned around, but then he forcefully turned back. "Actually, this doesn't seem impossible..."

So missions could be triggered like this?!

Body Refining Mountain—just hearing the name made it sound powerful!

"Brother Sun, Su Bei is my friend."

"We fellow disciples finally managed to gather together. Give me some face. Since you came for me, don't drag him into this."

Zhang Feiyu's expression was rather ugly. Assuming Su Bei simply could not refuse, he stepped directly between the group and Su Bei.

Although he was unpopular at the martial hall for certain reasons, even a clay figurine had some temper. This was already the equivalent of stomping his face into the ground and grinding it back and forth.

More importantly, he knew that if he did not say something now, the goodwill he had built up with Su Bei during this period would be gone.

"Give you face?"

Sun Zicheng's face darkened as he swept a cold glance over Zhang Feiyu. "He's the person you brought into the martial hall, right? Is this how you manage your people?"

Zhang Feiyu continued, "Su Bei isn't my subordinate. Let him leave first."

But Sun Zicheng ignored him entirely. "Is this how you make friends? By using the martial hall's resources as capital? Madam Zhang really did raise such an excellent son."

Zhang Feiyu's face sank, anger already rising within him, though he forced it down. "What does this have to do with you? If I remember correctly, I have the authority to use some resources."

Sun Zicheng shouted sternly, "Among our generation, all disciples under the Third Hall Master are responsible for supervision!"

"Remember your identity. Don't lose sight of the bigger picture over trivial matters, lest the Ninth Hall Master's lifelong reputation be damaged."

Sun Zicheng looked at Su Bei. "It would be one thing if I hadn't run into him. But since I have, how can I not test his abilities?"

"Exactly. There are plenty of people in the martial hall who do nothing and still receive loads of resources for free."

After a long while, Su Bei finally managed to get a word in. "Right, right, right. It really is time to show what I can do."

This was making him anxious to death.

What if Zhang Feiyu had enough influence to actually persuade these guys?

What would happen to his mission then?!

"Brother Bei, don't worry. As long as I'm here, no one can make things difficult for you!"

Zhang Feiyu's face turned cold. "My own affairs are none of your concern."

Su Bei was speechless. It's precisely because you're here that I'm worried!

Still, he could tell that Zhang Feiyu was someone worth befriending.

So he stopped talking, lest he chill Zhang Feiyu's heart.

Zhu Xuan had been standing to the side all along, watching the scene with a sweet smile like some impartial observer, completely ignoring the tension between everyone around her.

Su Bei did make her see him in a new light. He was unexpectedly someone who knew when to advance and retreat. Even if his strength was somewhat lacking, he would still do well in the future.

Sun Zicheng snorted coldly. "Today, I'm insisting on meddling!"

Someone beside him spoke up. "And you, Su Bei. If we tell you to perform, then perform. Don't refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit!!"

"Shut up!"

Zhang Feiyu's face was grim. "You're just from a collateral branch. I show you a little respect normally, and you really think I'm a pushover?"

Su Bei shook his head helplessly. These rich heirs... He lightly patted Zhang Feiyu's shoulder and moved him aside, smiling at him. "Feiyu, this is a good chance for me to see the strength of people our age too. It's no big deal."

Seeing that Su Bei did not appear to be faking it, Zhang Feiyu hesitated. "Brother Bei, this... I..."

He knew Su Bei had been dragged into this because of him.

"So after all that, you're just a spineless dog!"

Sun Zicheng's face darkened, but he let out a light laugh. "Feiyu, your friend asked for this himself. We didn't force him."

"People like him will even wag their tails for a chance to stand out in front of us."

"I'm helping you see his true colors."

Zhang Feiyu wanted to say more, but Su Bei stopped him.

There was no change in Su Bei's expression. Ten years of bitter training and twenty years of being worked like a beast of burden—just like when he had been a sparring partner before, he had heard far worse.

Sun Zicheng nodded calmly. "Come on, show me what you can do. If your strength is truly impressive, following me will be far better than following Zhang Feiyu. I'll reward you with some benefits then."

He had always looked down on everyone. He had seen countless people like Su Bei. As long as he shared a bit of resources, such people would do anything—not just perform, but even murder or arson.

Besides, he could humiliate Zhang Feiyu while doing it. That pleased him even more.

Su Bei nodded. "Spear techniques can't be demonstrated alone. Let's use fist techniques instead. Which senior brother is willing to lend me a hand?"

"Fist techniques are fine too."

A smile appeared on Sun Zicheng's face as he said arrogantly, "Attack me with all your strength! I can take all of it!"

He possessed 2,500 kilograms of force. Even among geniuses, he ranked near the top.

He had investigated Su Bei. A few days ago, Su Bei only had a little over 1,000 kilograms of force. There was nothing to fear.

Su Bei walked to within a few meters of Sun Zicheng, a smile appearing on his face.

"That would naturally be for the best."

The next instant.

Bang!

The air itself seemed about to explode!

Su Bei abruptly bent forward and lowered his knees. White steam burst from his body, veins bulging across his right arm. Six thousand jin of force nearly whipped up a hurricane as his fist struck Sun Zicheng's liver in an instant!

"Urgh..."

What did six thousand jin of force mean?

It was practically the limit of what a Quasi-Martial Artist's body could endure!

Sun Zicheng only felt unbearable pain spread through his entire body, as though he had been viciously rammed by a speeding dump truck. His eyeballs nearly popped from their sockets, his body curling into a shrimp as he convulsed all over. He could barely even keep breathing.

The next moment.

A palm as large as a cushion reached out and grabbed his medium-length hair. Sun Zicheng felt an irresistible force seize him, and in the next second, the ground abruptly rushed before his eyes.

Bang!

Like a savage pile driver slamming into a field, the ground nearly formed a shallow crater. Half of Sun Zicheng's head was smashed into the dirt!

But it was not over yet.

Su Bei exerted force with his hand and lifted Sun Zicheng back up by the hair.

Sun Zicheng truly was not weak, yet the blow had still left him dazed and disoriented. His previously handsome face was now covered in blood and mud, making his original appearance almost unrecognizable.

His whole body felt as if it were falling apart, and he was nearly unconscious.

Held by the hair, he instinctively reached for Su Bei's large hand. But the pain throughout his body twisted his face horribly, leaving him unable to say a word.

Bang!

Once!

Bang!

Twice!

Bang!

Three times!

Expressionless, Su Bei lifted him up and smashed him down, then lifted him up and smashed him down again, as if he were holding not a human head, but a hammer.

He was rather good at judging people.

Blood splattered throughout the shallow crater.

"What are you doing?!"

"Stop!!"

"Outrageous!"

It had happened too quickly. Before anyone could react, Sun Zicheng had already gone down. Only now did they come to their senses, shock, anger, panic, and countless other emotions surging through them.

They all cried out in alarm and fury.

But in the next moment, everyone fell silent.

Su Bei had actually yanked Sun Zicheng upright by the hair. Sun Zicheng now hung there like a dead dog, utterly motionless, his face mangled beyond recognition. He had completely passed out.

Youth was wonderful. You could fall asleep as soon as your head hit the ground.

"Why were you pretending? What a pathetic little dog."

Su Bei casually threw him aside, feeling much better. "So people our age are all trash."

Since he had already offended them, he might as well offend them thoroughly.

If this had been in the wilderness, Su Bei might have killed someone.

He was displaying his strength either way. He had originally planned to hold back a little.

But Sun Zicheng's words had been too unpleasant.

"You... you ambushed him?!"

"If he tells you to use your full strength, you use your full strength? Then I'll tell you to hit me too!"

Su Bei's gaze turned sharp. He stomped down, the temperature around his body shooting up. It was as though a bomb had exploded from thin air on the grass field. Sand and gravel flew from beneath his feet, while his body tore through the air with a deep roar, like a furious beast charging out of the wilderness.

In barely the blink of an eye, he crossed dozens of meters. His long leg became a whip, like an ancient colossal beast shattering the air with its strike!

Smack!

One of the men who had still been shouting was sent flying as if struck by a tank. He crashed viciously into the wall with a dull thud, then bounced onto the ground like a ragged piece of cloth.

He could not even withstand a single kick from Su Bei and passed out on the spot.

Su Bei's strength at the Quasi-Martial Artist realm was simply absurd, a complete and utter crushing advantage!

"I've lived this long and never heard such a request."

"Why were you pretending too?"

No one dared make another sound. The entire training ground was so silent that a needle dropping could be heard. Everyone looked at Su Bei with fear on their faces.

Their gazes had become much clearer.

Their long lives as privileged heirs had made them lose a measure of respect and fear toward certain people and matters. They had truly forgotten that this was a world where the strong devoured the weak.

What truly shocked them was Su Bei's strength. They could excuse Sun Zicheng by saying he had been caught off guard, but kicking another person into severe injury with one blow—that was pure strength!

That man was not weak. Based on previous years, he would at least have ranked among the top hundred in the Martial Artist Assessment. Yet he could not even withstand one kick from Su Bei!

Su Bei nodded in satisfaction and looked around. "I was in a pretty good mood today. You rich heirs gathered together and invited me in so we could make friends. I could accept that."

"There's nothing wrong with having a sparring match. Why are you all so rude?"

"Does anyone else want to see me perform?"

No one spoke. Their faces showed submission, but in their hearts, Su Bei might be feeling good now, yet Sun Zicheng's guards were still waiting outside!

They were genuine Martial Artists!

So what if he could fight? To make it in this world, one needed a background and influence!

In all of Tianhu City's Wuji Martial Hall, there would likely be no place left for him. To calm the Third Hall Master's rage, those Martial Artists would surely be happy to hand him over.

But no one wanted to call for help now. They believed that the moment they cried out, they might be nailed to the wall.

No one was willing to be the first to stick their neck out.

Still, even Sun Zicheng's guards probably never imagined that their master would be beaten so badly in this training ground.

Thinking of this, everyone even revealed a trace of schadenfreude in their eyes as they looked at Su Bei.

Just then.

Rip!

Everyone turned around.

They saw Zhang Feiyu's right hand shaped into a claw as he viciously raked several bone-deep wounds across the chest of the already unconscious Sun Zicheng!

Blood splattered rapidly. Within moments, it had dyed his entire front red.

"Zhang Feiyu, have you lost your mind!!?"

"You actually?!"

Zhang Feiyu ignored everyone's reactions completely. He let his slightly trembling right hand hang by his leg, staring fixedly at Su Bei, his eyes astonishingly bright.

"Brother Bei, I did it too."

Mission Completed

You have gained the attention of the Seeking Immortals Sect's Body Refining Mountain

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