High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late Chapter 385 - 309: The Military Department Hopes You Can Bec

This figure stood there without a stitch of clothing, his flowing muscles vividly visible, his skin as fine as jade, and covered in a layer of golden light.

He appeared quite dignified, not at all awkward despite being stark naked.

The only thing affecting his aesthetic was a knife scar slanting from his chest to his abdon.

Su Mu glanced down at this knife scar, which would take so ti to heal, and couldn’t help but exclaim, "No wonder it’s a Martial Saint Illusion, this strike containing the Rule of Gold is very powerful."

"And there’s the Sword Montum of the Overlord Blade Martial Saint within it... I can study this further later."

Thinking of this, Su Mu’s eyes glead; although the Martial Saint Illusion was an enemy, its usage of the Power of Rules was entirely worth learning from.

And this Sword Montum was also the strongest Su Mu had seen, besides his own, and worth studying further.

Su Mu continually recalled that strike from the Martial Saint Illusion in his mind.

If Lu He were present to hear Su Mu’s exclamation, he would possibly curse imdiately, thinking to himself that this is indeed a Martial Saint Illusion,

How can he even say that?

Only soone as extraordinary as you, Su Mu, could say such things.

A mont later.

Whoo-------

Su Mu let out a long breath, a flash of Spiritual Light appeared in his hand as he found a set of clothes identical to the ones he ca with and put them on.

He glanced at the large scorched clearing before him, nodding silently.

"There were plans long ago to demolish this area..."

"The new campus is to expand from here."

"Today’s events saved Shenjiang City a lot of demolition work."

"Ti to head back."

Su Mu turned around and left without hurry or pause; the Martial Saint Illusion was dead, his task was complete, and the rest would naturally be handled by others.

...

"I’m back."

Su Mu calmly pushed the door open and walked into the house, seeing the apron hung by the shoe cabinet at the entrance, he naturally tied it on, then headed to the kitchen.

"Su Mu, I heard you went out to get sothing, did you hear anything outside? Did sothing happen?"

The person speaking was Qian Tai, president of Shenjiang Martial Arts University, who had been scared back by Qingli’s gaze and then decided to co to Wang Shuheng’s dorm.

Both to gather information and to be on hand to provide protection if necessary, as he was a Martial Arts Grandmaster.

"Noise?"

"Probably so sparring, but it ended quickly." Su Mu glanced at Qian Tai and quickly guessed his thoughts, "Principal Qian, why not stay for a al?"

Su Mu naturally moved towards the kitchen and turned on the faucet, washing his hands under the running water.

Miaomiao had been watching Su Mu since he entered the door, and now she breathed a sigh of relief, seeing that Su Mu’s clothes bore no signs of battle, and he seed calm, showing no trace of having been in a fight.

It must be true; he just went to fetch sothing as he said.

Whatever lit up the distant sky probably had nothing to do with Su Mu.

Squeak-----

Su Mu turned the knob on the stove, and the blue fla danced as the prepared ingredients sizzled over the heat, quickly filling the house with a tantalizing aroma.

Qian Tai, who had co to gather news, sniffed the air and secretly swallowed a bit of saliva.

With growing strength, martial artists, especially Martial Arts Grandmasters, don’t really need to eat, but the scent still made Qian Tai’s fingers itch with desire.

His eyes sparkled, feeling he’d co to the right place today.

Soon, a table of delicacies was served.

Midway through the al, Zhao ng and Little One brought out a large cake.

Qian Tai was surprised at the sight of the cake, as cakes are usually eaten at night.

Everyone noticed Principal Qian’s reaction, so snickered, others offered awkward smiles. The original plan was to order one cake, but there had been no prior communication.

As a result, one more was ordered; Miaomiao ordered one, and Zhao ng and Little One ordered another.

So they agreed to have one in the morning and another in the evening.

"No need to be so particular, it’s a good thing to have two; here, Xiaoyue, take this knife and cut it." Teacher Wang Shuheng said with a chuckle, handing the cake knife to the eager Xiaoyue.

"Teacher, that’s not how it goes, you should light the candles and make a wish first." A hand caught hold of the cake knife, it was Little Junior Sister Zhao ng, looking serious.

"True, Teacher, you should make a wish." Miaomiao also smiled and chid in.

"Yes, make a wish." Su Mu nodded.

"Alright then."

Wang Shuheng’s nose tingled, his eyes moistened slightly, it had been so long since he’d celebrated his birthday like this, he felt grateful for his two good apprentices.

As the birthday song played, everyone lit the candles and brought the cake to Wang Shuheng.

"Teacher, quickly make a wish!"

"Co on, everyone join in." Wang Shuheng’s eyes were sowhat wet.

Soon everyone closed their eyes, and after making wishes, Daughter Xiaoyue began the much-anticipated cake cutting, during which Miaomiao leaned in.

"Su Mu, what did you wish for?"

...

Stolen monts of leisure.

In these three days, everything was peaceful, as if Jing He and the Martial Saint Illusion never existed, like it was all over.

Very soon, Su Mu received two phone calls.

The first call was from an elder at South China Saint Martial University, the first words spoken carried a tone of wonder.

"You’re safe for now."

The elder on the other end was deeply shocked, not knowing what had happened in this period, "In any case, Qingfeng Martial Saint made it clear that Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall will not act against you anymore..."

The elder paused.

"At least they won’t bother your family or friends, so you can rest easy."

"Thank you for informing , and please convey my gratitude to Qingfeng Martial Saint."

"Sure."

After those words, the other end fell silent and hung up.

After hanging up, the elder looked puzzled. He knew the Martial Saint dispatched Qingfeng Hall’s Qingli to protect Su Mu’s family.

This was a ssage to the Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall and Overlord Blade Martial Saint that he intended to protect Su Mu’s family.

But was all this really just Qingfeng Martial Saint diating?

The elder was deeply skeptical, guessing sothing happened in those days that he was unaware of. Otherwise, it wouldn’t have ended so simply.

As for Su Mu, he was grateful to Qingfeng Martial Saint, but he also knew it wasn’t solely Qingfeng Martial Saint diating.

He was waiting.

Soon, the second call ca, it was from the Southern War Zone.

"Su Mu, do you really intend to poke a hole in the sky? You killed the Sima family, but this matter is temporarily settled; this ti, it was the Huaxia Military Departnt and Huaxia Martial Arts Association who protected you."

Uncle Hong’s voice on the other end sounded weary, though speaking of poking holes, his tone also carried pride and affirmation, along with so mirth.

Su Mu quickly discerned sothing, Uncle Hong spoke of his killing the Sima family, not ntioning Jing He and the Martial Saint Illusion.

Uncle Hong was unaware of this matter...

Su Mu imdiately surmised sothing.

"Anyway, I didn’t expect it, this ti you slapped the Martial Arts Association’s face, and for so reason, they’re very determined in supporting you; you should visit the Martial Arts Association soti, you owe them a favor."

"Uncle Hong, the Military Departnt and Martial Arts Association must have paid a hefty price to make the Overlord Blade Martial Saint compromise, right?"

The other end was silent for a mont, then spoke, "There’s definitely a price, but perhaps not as much as you think."

"See, even with incidents like the Sima family, those who can beco Martial Saints have magnanimity and perspective far beyond ordinary people, ..."

"Also, this ti, your backing is substantial, with our Military Departnt and Huaxia Martial Arts Association supporting you, so don’t feel too burdened; if you feel indebted..."

"Let your actions prove everything, Su Mu, you’re part of the Dawn Plan, and honestly, the Military Departnt takes over many individuals in similar situations to yours every year, though none as exaggerated as this, but this situation exists."

Uncle Hong sighed softly, his voice more somber, "Currently, Huaxia has seven existing Saint-level strongn, none from the Military Departnt..."

"The Military Departnt has no shortage of powerful figures, but its situation in so matters isn’t as you imagine, and can even be sowhat passive, ..."

"So, Su Mu, do you understand what I an?"

"Dawn Plan, why dawn? To illuminate the long night, that’s one of its anings..."

"The Military Departnt hopes you’ll beco that ray of dawn, hoping you’ll break through the long night shrouding over the departnt."