Daily Mission

Early the next morning.

Su Bei opened the panel. Sure enough, the Daily Mission had refreshed.

The panel had been with him for quite some time now, and he had more or less figured out everything he needed to know.

Overall, the game panel's missions were divided into three major categories.

The first category was Main Missions.

These missions were usually issued based on his strength, and their difficulty was generally quite high.

For example, the initial missions to survive and improve his strength were all Main Missions. There was no fixed pattern for when they were issued, but the rewards were always extremely generous. So far, Su Bei had only received those two Main Missions, with no new ones yet.

However, once his strength improved, new Main Missions would probably be issued. Following the usual pattern, breaking through to the Martial Artist Realm should also trigger a Main Mission.

The second category was Side Missions.

Side Missions were mostly issued based on circumstances. Joining factions, seeking revenge, and similar matters all counted as Side Missions.

The rewards for Side Missions were not low either, but the Side Missions issued over the past few days were all completely impossible for Su Bei to complete. Things like revenge missions and the earlier mission to kill outer disciples were simply wishful thinking in his urban high-martial world.

The third category was Daily Missions.

Daily Missions were comparatively varied. One was issued each day, with widely varying difficulty and rewards that could be good or bad.

However, his recent Daily Missions had mostly been the routine work of outer disciples in the True Martial World. Most were half-star missions, such as "Reclaim Seeking Immortals Sect's spirit fields within half a day," "Tend the spirit herb garden," and "Practice the Savage Bull Art diligently for a day"...

Su Bei truly could not make bricks without straw. He wanted to carve out a plot of land in the residential compound and plant some tomatoes or cucumbers, but he was afraid the panel would not recognize it...

Still, the harder the mission, the more generous the reward!

Checking the day's Daily Mission every morning had already become Su Bei's habit.

3.4 Daily Mission

Your strength gradually improves each day. You work as an outer disciple at Seeking Immortals Sect, but since your father's serious illness last time, his health has worsened by the day. Now, even getting out of bed is somewhat difficult. You inherited the original owner's karma and were moved by his wholehearted love for his son, but your memories are fragmented, and you possess no method of healing.

Mission: Treat Father

Difficulty: ★

Reward: Beginner Treasure Chest ×1

Seeing this mission, Su Bei, who had been about to click abandon as usual, suddenly stopped.

He turned to look toward the bedroom, a bold idea suddenly surfacing in his mind.

"I don't have a cold?" Father Su looked at the medicine his son had brought over, utterly confused.

"No, you do have a cold."

Su Bei nodded firmly. "Take it as prevention. The temperature has dropped lately."

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Father Su looked at the thirty-plus-degree weather outside, then silently took the cold medicine.

Mission: Treat Father (Completed)

Worthy of being the final Great Emperor. With but a slight move, your father has fully recovered. Reward: Beginner Treasure Chest ×1

Seeing the change on the panel, Su Bei did not hesitate. He immediately opened the Beginner Treasure Chest. There were not many visual effects.

Beginner Intelligence Pill ×1

Beginner Intelligence Pill: Refined by the Heavenly Mechanism Sect during the Near Antiquity era. Long-term consumption can enlighten the mind, increase wisdom, and improve comprehension. It is commonly taken by disciples of the sect.

As expected, there was nothing particularly good in the Beginner Treasure Chest. Still, Su Bei did not mind. He popped the pill into his mouth like candy.

The flavor was bland. After swallowing it, a cool sensation rushed straight into his mind. Moments later, his entire mind felt tranquil and clear, as if he had just received a soothing massage.

Boxing techniques and spear techniques flowed through his mind. In certain minor details, it seemed like he could do better, but that flash of inspiration vanished in an instant.

"Looks like I'll need to accumulate a certain amount before it can cause a qualitative change."

Su Bei's heart stirred.

Beyond the Perfection Realm of martial arts lay the unattainable Intent Realm. Countless monstrous geniuses could only remain at the Perfection Realm, unable to advance another step. Even relentless cultivation day and night changed nothing. What they lacked was merely that fleeting spark of genius.

"It seems the Beginner Treasure Chest will also be of great use to me."

If enough sparks of inspiration from the Intelligence Enhancement Pills accumulated, then one day, those tiny streams might become a river and help him step into that realm!

He forcefully suppressed the flicker of excitement in his heart. After breakfast that morning,

Su Bei returned to Wuji Martial Hall. The date of the Martial Artist Assessment was drawing closer, and over the past two days, more and more Quasi-Martial Artists from outside Tianhu City had arrived at the various martial halls.

For this Martial Artist Assessment, the number of registrations alone had already surpassed a thousand.

Do not underestimate that number. Quasi-Martial Artists were not cabbages. Martial arts cultivation depended on one's innate talent. Anyone who could meet the standard of a Quasi-Martial Artist already possessed some talent for martial arts.

As usual, he took out his spear and first practiced the Sunset Spear Technique that accompanied his Gene Method several times. He trained until sweat covered his body and the spear shaft stood straight before considering himself warmed up.

As the saying went, a month for the sword, a year for the staff, and a lifetime with the spear.

Getting started with the spear was not difficult. It had been a common long weapon in ancient warfare. However, mastering it was exceedingly difficult. Su Bei favored the spear and had practiced it diligently since childhood. By now, he had trained for ten years, yet his spear technique had only barely reached the Greater Achievement Realm.

He had never expected that his boxing, which he had not invested the most effort into, would reach the Perfection Realm first.

It was one of life's fortunate accidents.

He had just about finished warming up when Zhao Pei came looking for him. As a registered Martial Artist, Zhao Pei received respectful greetings from many people from afar.

Compared to yesterday, Zhao Pei was much more polite today. "Little Su, do you have time today? That person from yesterday specifically requested you as his sparring partner again."

"I do."

Su Bei was not surprised. Zhang Feiyu had mentioned it yesterday. After quickly tidying up, he followed Zhao Pei to the training ground from yesterday.

"Su Bei, you're here!"

"Today, I will wash away yesterday's humiliation!"

The moment Zhang Feiyu saw Su Bei, he shouted.

Several hours later.

Zhang Feiyu lay on the ground, gasping like an ox. His chest rose and fell violently, and bruises covered his body. He looked like a dead dog.

Su Bei stood to one side, likewise drenched in sweat. "That's it?"

Today's earnings: fifty thousand received.

The next day.

Zhang Feiyu was furious. "Are you looking down on me? You actually used spear techniques?"

"Today, I'll show you why flowers are so red!"

Several hours later.

Zhang Feiyu, his clothes in tatters, stopped talking.

The third day.

"Brother Bei, please stop using spear techniques."

"I can't even get close to you. This is such a terrible experience."

"Who's the sparring partner here?!"

The fourth day.

"Brother Bei, maybe stop using boxing too."

"I heard your leg techniques are decent as well?"

Several hours later.

"Come on, man."

"Does time flow differently for you or something?"

"When you said decent, you meant your leg techniques are at the Greater Achievement Realm?"

After his boxing martial arts realm had reached the Perfection Realm, his strength had surged, and only then did the various Greater Achievement Realm martial techniques he had practiced over the years finally have room to shine.

It was rare to encounter an opponent with decent strength, so Su Bei poured everything he had learned over the years into their fights. While integrating his own skills, he could also earn some money on the side.

Taking advantage of the benefits from his improved martial arts realm, his own strength was also rising rapidly throughout the process. Calling it progress of a thousand miles a day might have been an exaggeration, but compared to before, he had become several times stronger at the very least.

Zhang Feiyu was completely no match for him and was beaten half to death every day.

However, Zhang Feiyu was an interesting fellow. Though somewhat overbearing, he did not have any malicious intentions. Every day, he talked about washing away his humiliation, but he never resorted to any underhanded tricks.

On the fifth day.

Su Bei took half a day off and went to the Martial Arts Association to buy a Secret Treasury Potion.

The sparring fees he had earned over the past few days had ultimately turned into a vial of emerald-green liquid.

Su Bei knew it.

If he wanted to, he could drink the potion at any time and become a registered Martial Artist!

Forcefully suppressing the urge in his heart, Su Bei placed the potion in the refrigerator.

Everything was now ready.

All he lacked was the Ascension Secret Treasure!