Psychics don't die from gunfire

Chapter 884 Cause and Effect Never Abandon
"—Master."

The person being addressed was a burly man, not standing perfectly straight like a sword, but possessing an aura of profound composure and unwavering strength. He stood on the tactical platform, gazing into the distance, his entire body faintly wreathed in blue flames, flickering and fading.

The boy stopped a few steps away from the other person, his tone somber.

"There's still no trace of my senior sister's whereabouts."

In Ye Nan, there are a few forces that still use the term "Senior Sister," but the first one that comes to mind is naturally the [Martial Sect].

The identity of the person before them was obvious.

—The fifth ring of [Transcendence], the deputy sect leader of [Martial Sect].

"Qingguan", Shen Yue.

He took on his first disciple at the age of thirty-three, and to date, that number has increased to three. The young man is the third; the one before him, whom he called Senior Sister, was Lu Danshu.

Emperor Wuzong was a prominent figure in the world during his reign, and the "Twelve Heavens" was undoubtedly the first of the twelve heavens.

The word "before" should be added.

The young man remained silent. After reaching the peak of the third ring, his senior sister went alone to the [Northern Thunder Defense Line] in order to break through, claiming that she wanted to follow in the footsteps of her predecessors and also walk the invincible path to prove the dignified name of "Martial Grandmaster".

She successfully reached the Martial Ruins, but then disappeared without a trace, her fate unknown, and has been missing ever since.

Born an orphan, he was later recognized for his talent by Shen Yue, who took him in as a disciple after several tests. However, he was quite young and received a lot of care from Lu Danshu. Of course, he was also taught skills on behalf of his master and was beaten from head to toe many times. In short, they had a deep bond.

Now, several years have passed, and I'm about to turn sixteen, but my senior sister...
"Oh."

Then he heard his master say...

The boy thought he had misheard. He carefully recalled, checked, and confirmed it, and then realized that he had not misheard.

"Master?" He was at a loss.

"Martial Sect Master, you can afford to lose."

The man turned around.

In that instant, the boy couldn't help but let out a muffled groan. When the other party stood still, there was no trace of any imposing aura, but as soon as he moved, the surrounding environment suddenly—if one had to describe it, it would be "interrupted"!

It wasn't a chopstick that was broken in two, but a bunch of noodles of varying lengths that were twisted and broken into tiny pieces of varying lengths, absurdly fragmented.

The boy didn't feel pain from this sudden event; he just felt uncomfortable, as if he were suddenly in the prelude to a summer downpour, feeling stifled and uncomfortable.

However, after a few breaths, the boy calmed down and the dull feeling gradually subsided.

He adapted.

"Not bad, you've mastered the 'Four Tips' technique to this extent; you've truly mastered it." Shen Yue nodded in approval.

The so-called "Four Extremities" refer to the tongue, teeth, hair, and nails. This spiritual energy technique, which originated in the Eastern Continent, can gradually strengthen these four body parts. When the Qi flows to the extremities, the strength becomes abundant.

While both are on the path of "transcendence," Shen Yue excels at "intercepting" and "weaknesses." He either doesn't make a move at all, or when he does, he always strikes at the opponent's weak point. Now, at the fifth ring of the "True Spirit" realm, he can even find the threads of celestial phenomena like thunderstorms and intercept and break through them.

However, the paths of his three disciples were all different. Lu Danshu devoted himself to tempering his physique and forging an "immaculate martial body".

This youngest disciple pursued "being at ease wherever fate takes him, not entering the court or living in the mountains," and could calmly adapt to any external force, like an extremely compliant blade of grass, allowing himself to be trampled and transformed by it.

Just now, the opponent used the enhanced "hair" sensory organ of the "four extremities" to analyze the changed environment, and then promptly changed itself to gradually adapt.

“…Luckily.” The boy was covered in cold sweat, but his posture remained extremely respectful: “Master.”

“Since Lu Danshu has chosen this path, she must bear the consequences of her own actions, whether she lives or dies, wins or loses. The people of Wuzong never regret their choices.”

Shen Yue was surrounded by an aura that flickered in and out, highlighting his pair of strikingly bright blue pupils. "Back then, the Martial Sect fought seven battles against the Northern Thunder Defense Line, winning three out of four, and was thoroughly convinced of its defeat. Now that it has returned to the Eastern Continent, it will naturally do so honorably."

The man paused for a moment.

"If she wins, I will be proud of her and cheer for her. If she loses, fails, or dies, it will only be because she is not good enough, and she can't blame anyone else."

The air was still for a few breaths.

"But Lu Danshu, she is still my disciple."

Shen Yue slowly said, "I am the vice sect leader of the Martial Sect, and I should not say a word, but I am her master. I must take responsibility for this karma and repay it on her behalf."

This statement is extremely unreasonable and can be considered barbaric.

But upon hearing this, the boy trembled and exclaimed excitedly, "Master!"

"How can there be a way to always win and never lose a battle?" Shen Yue turned around again, this time raising his head and gazing at the twilight sky: "Heh, there are only the two of us here, master and disciple, so I'll say something I shouldn't say. Even our 'patriarch' wasn't born winning every time he's been at it."

"Now, in the Second Seven Earth War, even I dare not say that I will definitely survive to the end. But am I—'Qingguan'—Shen Yue—not allowed to die? How can there be such a logic?"

Shen Yue shook his head slightly, looked away, and pointed at the boy with his index finger.

"Little New Year."

The boy, who was called "Xiao Nian," instinctively replied, "Please speak!"

“I may die, and so may your senior sister Lu Danshu. Even if all the current Martial Sect members at the twelfth level were to die in battle, so what? As long as you are here, my 'Martial Sect' will still exist!”

In an instant, the boy felt a surge of heat rush to the top of his head, and his nose stung terribly. He tried to hold back, but unfortunately, he couldn't. His eyes were brimming with tears: "Master...Master...Father! As long as I, Nianwang, live for a day, an hour, or a second, the Martial Sect will never perish!"

Shen Yue stared for a few seconds, then scoffed, "I'm not dead yet, why are you trying to show off like this!"

With a wave of his hand, before the boy could even react, everything went black. When he regained consciousness, he was already off the high tactical platform and standing on the first floor of the military base.

A composite armored wall tens of meters high outlines the military base.

The gates of each hangar were always open, and ground crew wearing exoskeleton armor carefully inspected the structures inside. Several floors below them, the bustling activity could be seen through the metal mesh floor.

Large unmanned forklifts transported standardized containers. Further away, weapon racks and ammunition boxes were casually placed for anyone to use. Soldiers who had just been relieved from the front lines leaned against the side, holding energy drinks, their faces showing their exhaustion.

Physical fatigue could not mask mental excitement.

There will never be another chance like this—Yenan's "glorious path" is being demonstrated by their own hands and proclaimed to Terra.

Even with his eyes closed, the boy could feel the atmosphere that filled the base—like fire, like light, like a passionate dream that had been eagerly anticipated for so long and was finally about to be realized.

On the long front of Ye Nan's campaign against the [Pan-Eastern Continental Alliance], this military base is just one silhouette. This front is mainly led by the "Martial Sect" and the "Feng Hao Sect," fighting against the [Northern Thunder Defense Front] and the [Four Heavenly Emperors].

It's not the right time yet.
You are still too young.

You still lack experience.

The boy had heard these words countless times. But if he didn't try, these words would never be proven true.

He slowly exhaled, wiping away the tears in his eyes.

This war with the [Northern Thunder Defense Front] is the best opportunity to hone our skills!

In any war between two sides, regardless of its size, urgency, location, or whether it is an ambush or a skirmish, there must always be a certain element involved.

—A duel between generals on the battlefield!
Fight ten battles, fight a hundred generals; fight a hundred battles, fight a thousand generals! Your opportunities will certainly not be few!
(End of this chapter)