Finally, the matters at West Martial ca to an end after a busy night.
Until Su Yue returned to school, the families were still weeping at the Heroic Spirit Mausoleum.
Teacher Gao’s family, too, had received the notice and went to the mausoleum.
His daughter is in her third year of junior high, about to take the entrance exam.
Su Yue could never forget that devastated face.
Mu Cheng went off to handle her own affairs, and in this situation, Su Yue couldn’t possibly think about a romantic date.
In the dormitory.
In Su Yue’s palm were five fragnts slightly larger than sesa seeds.
Right.
The fragnts of the Folded Gate.
By the ti he and Mu Jingliang returned, the Folded Gate had completed its final mission and turned into dust completely.
Left behind were just these five fragnts resembling sesa seeds.
Whether from the records of the Wanshu Tree’s bark or from Ning Yutao’s notes, it had been clearly stated that the effect of the Folded Gate was exhausted and it could no longer be used.
But Su Yue could still sense a faint, strange fluctuation from these five fragnts.
This feeling was mysterious; though indescribable, Su Yue just knew that they could still be used.
Yet, teleporting a person was impossible.
Perhaps, small items could be transported.
When in Fan City, Su Yue had already tried it quietly in the small park but failed.
Su Yue even tried with his own blood but found it impossible to activate the main door fragnt.
When Su Yue t Zhao Jiangtao today, a sudden idea struck him.
Using the Sikong Battle thod, he quietly applied a little of Grandmaster Zhao Jiangtao’s blood to two fragnts.
Many on the scene were injured, and Zhao Jiangtao, having severe wounds, hadn’t rushed to bandage them, leaving so areas not yet coagulated, which allowed Su Yue to sar a bit of it.
In the late-night dormitory, with no one around, Su Yue could conduct the experint. Being adept, he began manipulating the fragnts.
He was right in his guess.
After staining them with the Grandmaster’s blood, the fragnts had undergone so mysterious changes.
Although they still appeared sesa seed-sized, Su Yue was certain they could be used.
Unfortunately, being in a fragnted state, the Folded Gate had significant limitations.
First ca the distance constraint.
Su Yue placed one piece on a chair and grasped another in his palm, walking outside the courtyard.
About a distance of 300 ters.
Beyond 300 ters, the piece in Su Yue’s palm lost the mysterious sensation.
Second was the limitation on the weight of the items themselves.
After all, they were just fragnts, and achieving teleportation was already miraculous.
Su Yue found a secluded spot without surveillance caras or onlookers.
Teleport!
Su Yue glanced around, then silently commanded in his heart.
Indeed.
In the blink of an eye.
A chair abruptly appeared in his hand like this.
And Su Yue watched as the fragnt on the chair turned into dust completely.
Right.
It vanished thoroughly, just like the main door previously.
Holding the chair in his arms, Su Yue felt a bit lost for a mont.
Damn it!
I actually used a worthless chair, wasting a teleportation opportunity for nothing. Infuriating!
Su Yue initially thought these five tiny fragnts could be used indefinitely, but fate didn’t always favor him.
This was a single-use item, diminishing each ti it was used.
A swan song in the world.
Four fragnts left.
One would serve as the central coordinate, while the remaining three would act as auxiliary doors, theoretically allowing Su Yue to teleport three more tis. The last fragnt would rely be a nto.
Three tis.
It felt quite precious.
Su Yue carefully stashed away the four fragnts.
Although unable to teleport people, who knows what miraculous use they might have in a critical mont.
Carrying the chair, Su Yue stealthily returned to the dormitory.
That’s the advantage of having a single dorm room, where no one interferes with what you do.
"When I go to the Wet Realm in the future, I should learn so basic language of the Wet Realm, can’t always rely on the Grandmaster.
"The last fragnt of the Moon Nether True Scripture is in the Dianshi City of the Yangxiang Race. If Mu Jingliang didn’t know a bit of the alien text, I might have missed it even upon seeing the tablet.
"Knowledge is the first productive force; Teacher Ding might still be awake."
After contemplating, Su Yue decided to call Ding Beitu.
Just having obtained a large amount of Wanshu Tree bark from the Banner Garrison Camp, given Teacher Ding’s nature, he couldn’t possibly sleep early; it wasn’t at the level for Ning Beast to clean up.
Indeed.
The phone rang twice, and Ding Beitu picked it up.
"Su Yue?"
Ding Beitu was also surprised to receive a call from Su Yue.
"Teacher, you should rest more and take care of your health,"
Su Yue said a bit bashfully.
"Thanks to you for bringing so much Wanshu Tree bark; I don’t even know how to thank you."
Ding Beitu said.
"It’s nothing to thank for.
"Teacher, I’m about to head to the Wet Realm soon. I wanted to ask if you have any quick thods for learning the language of the Wet Realm.
"Like... a three-day crash course."
Su Yue promptly asked.
"Ha ha, learning a foreign language relies on rote morization, there’s no shortcut!
"But your thinking is correct. Although the language of the Wet Realm might not necessarily be useful, it’s good to have it up your sleeve, perhaps encountering sothing textual.
"Even though you walked the martial path, you actually have a higher talent in the liberal arts.
"Give two days, and I’ll prepare notes for you with so commonly used terms. You should be able to read them, it’s not as hard as people imagine."
Ding Beitu said.
"Alright, thank you very much, Teacher."
Su Yue eagerly nodded.
Indeed.
Liberal arts is truly my forte.
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