Beichen Sword Sect's Headmaster's Secret Records

Chapter 362 Professional Appraisal
"boom!!"

Amidst the deafening explosion, Huangfuyi was jolted awake by a series of excruciating pains. He was thrown into a crater by the blast wave. As memories flooded back, he barely managed to open his eyes and saw a sky full of missiles and drones. For a moment, his life flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.

In the crimson field of vision, cruise missiles and interceptor missiles continued to chase and glide across the sky, like a chaotic sword curtain slicing across the heavens, with a barrage of laser bullets filling the sky, like liquid spilled from the Milky Way and stars.

Every now and then, a deafening explosion would erupt, and a spreading umbrella-shaped cloud would burst open in the sky, tearing away the obscuration of smoke and setting the heavens ablaze. Every now and then, a blinding flash of light would sweep across, scorching the earth and reducing everything to nothingness.

Yangjingbang, how did I end up back in this godforsaken place again...?

"Damn it! What a newbie! Just standing there waiting to die! The first thing you should do after you get here is find cover, damn it!"

"BIUBIUBIU!"

"Bang bang bang!"

Then the sergeant's helmet came into view, and the mirrored glass reflected Huangfuyi's helmet, and then Huangfuyi's helmet reflected the sergeant's helmet, truly an endless array of helmets...

"Hey! Make a sound if you're not dead! If you're dead, I won't waste my money!"

"……squeak."

Huangfu Yi finally came to his senses and desperately turned his head to look. He found that his right arm had been torn apart and he didn't know where it had flown to. All that was left on his shoulder was a huge, bloody hole that had been torn open.

The sergeant knelt down beside him, took out an alloy tube, broke it in two, inserted one end into the injection port on his neck, and sprayed out a glue-like substance from the other end to seal the wound, thus stopping the bleeding.

"Speak! Where else are you injured? Share your physiological data!"

Perhaps it was the medication he had just taken that worked, but Huangfuyi felt the pain all over his body recede like a receding tide, and then his whole body felt like it was on fire. He felt a surge of heat in his chest, and he sat up, supporting himself with his left hand on the sergeant's arm, and paired up the combat data through the combat equipment communication system.

"Bone fracture, internal organ displacement, some internal bleeding. Pshaw, it's no big deal, we'll just reattach the hand."

Stand up! Follow me, stop dawdling!

"Here."

So Huangfuyi gritted his teeth, stood up, picked up his meteor rifle, and followed the sergeant across the devastated battlefield.

The battles in the Outer Heavens were completely different from those in the Taiji Heavens. The two armies were exchanging fire at eye range, using all sorts of unbelievable destructive weapons to hurl tons of iron and fire at targets hundreds or even thousands of miles away. Ordinary soldiers could only struggle to survive in this rain of iron, firing one shot and moving to another. If they were not careful, they would be targeted by the enemy's reconnaissance fire, like Huangfu Yi, and torn to shreds by a hail of bullets.

However, this sergeant major was clearly a top-notch veteran; he could dance on such a battlefield. Or, to be more precise, he was leaping around like a mad rabbit.

Huangfu Yi swayed precariously amidst the sonic booms generated by the sergeant's sprints back and forth. Even with visual aids, he could only barely make out the large afterimages of ions left in the air by the rapid-fire of his rifle.

Amidst the bursts of lightning, one person cleared out a large area of ​​enemy fire points, occasionally firing into the sky to assist in air defense, directly destroying supersonic missiles in the air. He was practically an all-around artillery turret, and managed to lead the newcomers across the battlefield back to the rear.

Although the opponent appeared to be merely using his equipment to run, jump, and fire casually, Huangfu Yi was well aware of just how strong this sergeant was. After all, he had also discovered that there was no true Qi in this outer heaven, making it impossible to use the Gang Fist technique to toughen the muscles.

While this suit of armor can assist in generating power, the impact on the body's organs and bones during strenuous running and jumping is real. Without a solid muscular physique, one might easily be smashed to pieces with a single jump.

Judging from the sergeant's nonchalant manner and the physical prowess he displayed on the battlefield, his opponent was at least a Nascent Soul Martial God level body refinement expert from the Tai Chi Realm. Although he didn't know exactly how the opponent lifted weights, having a Martial God protecting him greatly reduced the pressure on Huangfu Yi. He supported himself and retreated backward.

There's not much to say. Last time he came to this world, he was yelled at and scolded by the sergeant. After struggling and fighting his way through, Huangfu Yi had basically completed the basic training course of right-click to move and left-click to shoot. Then he immediately threw himself into the front line and joined the fierce Battle of the Super Pidgin.

What followed was a relentless barrage of fire, day and night, without regard to day or night. Amidst the constant explosions and lightning, they followed the sergeant, frantically maneuvering between trench ruins, supply points, and tactical positions, all the while using the helmet's aiming assist to fire wildly at targets that were miles, even tens of miles, far away and completely invisible.

Judging from the battle logs in the helmet, Huangfu Yi had actually been back in Taiji Heaven for several days, but now, as soon as he opened his eyes, he was seamlessly transported back to the scene of the fierce battle, as if it were just a snap of the fingers. Obviously, the timelines of the two worlds are not directly connected.

However, even considering only the area outside the heavens, he has been fighting on the battlefield for over a hundred hours, relying on the life support system on his war wreckage and operating with the same level of automation as a drone. It's truly insane, and...

"It's been almost a week, and it's still not over..."

Indeed, the fighting continues. The enemy's firepower remains devastating and overwhelming, yet it seems to have little effect. Yangjingbang has not yet fallen. No matter how many explosives are dropped, they are met with an equal amount of firepower. No matter how many drones are destroyed, reinforcements keep pouring in.

The red and blue armies clashed fiercely in this port city, engaging in beach landings and flexible defenses, exchanging blows for countless rounds. The entire city had been completely razed to the ground by artillery fire; the rows of buildings were shattered into pieces, resembling a beehive scorched by wildfire. The upstream riverbanks and dams were destroyed, and the river itself widened, almost flooding the city center.

"Tch, those Martian idiots couldn't even take it down in three days of raids. I heard the African Front secretly opened fire on Niujoch, forcing them to split their forces and return to defend. All that's left is a garbage time of trench warfare."

But don't be impatient, this is just the beginning. Once the lunar reinforcements arrive, the entire atmosphere will be a battlefield. That'll be quite a show! Hehehehe!

At this moment, the two temporarily withdrew from the front line. The explosions around them subsided, and the sergeant jumped onto the collapsed half of the TV tower to search and scan the ruins for supply points hidden in camouflage.

Huangfu Yi waded through the water across the city ruins, looking at the colorful advertising signs scattered among the ruins. Clearly, the native inhabitants of this outer world were all humans who looked exactly like him.

"Such a big city, and it's just the two of us? Where did everyone else go?"

"Where else could they be? They're hiding in their lair hundreds of feet underground in Kunlun."

The natives here are as weak as chicks; they won't come out of their burrows until the nuclear winter is over.

Otherwise, why would they bother asking us to come all this way to help? Come along!

The sergeant jumped down, shoved aside the bewildered Huangfu Yi, and led the way.

Following the sergeant's retreat, observing the fierce battle between the two sides—using red and blue mechanical puppets of various kinds, and numerous humanoid creations of the same origin—Huangfu Yi could roughly guess that the enemy forces hiding behind the scenes, manipulating the mechanical legions, were probably also humans. He couldn't help but recall scenes from his hometown, and couldn't help but sigh.
"The people of Taiji Heaven are killing each other, and the people of the Outer Heavens are also killing each other. Is there even one place in the Thirty-Three Heavens where people can live in peace...?"

"Don't be silly, okay? The ones fighting us aren't human, they're demons."

Huangfu Yi was greatly alarmed. Upon hearing the demon's sudden reaction, he abruptly stopped and pressed for an answer.

"What? A demon? Wait, could it have already taken human form? Or has it been controlled by a soul-stealing technique?!"

"Hey, it's hard to explain in a short time. We'll catch one later, cut it open and show you, then you'll understand. This supply point has repair pods, go check it out yourself!"

However, the sergeant was too lazy to explain further. He casually pointed to a nearby supply depot, sent the wounded soldier to the rear, and then turned around and jumped back to the battlefield to play.

Huangfu Yi had no choice but to suppress his doubts and go to the supply point for treatment.

This place was probably a commercial building. The above-ground buildings were destroyed, but the underground connected to the subway station. Giant steel spiders crawled out of the subway tunnels, quickly built air-raid shelters, installed artillery fortifications, and then transported supplies through the underground railway, thus completing a rudimentary battlefield supply point.

Of course, there wasn't a single living person in the entire fortress; all that moved around were killing machines and mechanical puppets. These drones would run out of ammunition on the front lines and then automatically return to the supply point for maintenance and resupply. If they weren't severely damaged, they only needed a battery change and a resupply, and the whole process would take less than fifteen minutes before they were back on the battlefield fully armed.

Even if riddled with bullet holes and severely damaged, as long as replacement parts are collected like a graveyard, repairs can be completed on the front lines, and the equipment can be put back into service. Meanwhile, reinforcements continue to pour in from underground and drop from the sky, seemingly endless and unstoppable.

Although every time Huangfu Yi saw something new, new equipment, his mind would involuntarily race, and he would learn relevant information and knowledge, seeing this bustling machine factory, a completely indescribable modern factory, Huangfu Yi felt a slight pain in his forehead, and his comprehension was not enough. He quickly searched for the war wreck repair module in the workshop.

Fortunately, this repair module was exactly the same as the one Huangfuyi had seen when he last awoke—a square shipping container. Upon entering the container, various mechanical arms and metal tentacles extended from the four walls, inserting into all the openings of his body, automatically disassembling and replacing his armor, repairing, maintaining, and resupplying him, replacing his bionic prosthetics, and then repackaging him. In just two hours, the war wreckage was repaired.

Looking at his fully restored arm, his fully armed and energetic body ready to fight again, Huangfu Yi was filled with envy. The medical skills of the Outer Heavens were simply unfathomable. If this were in the Taiji Heaven, a severed arm would at least leave him crippled. Without the supreme elixir of bone regeneration bestowed by the palace, he would be beyond saving, and all his skills would be wasted…

"Second-class soldier, Xi'an-Xianyang IV, with accumulated combat merits of 884, you have unlocked a new weapon component."

The current wreckage repair is at 500, the current principality repair is at 100, and you have 284 battle merits available.

Suddenly, the voice of the 'spirit' rang out, waking Huangfu Yi. Various kinds of guns, missiles, mecha wreckage, and cybernetic implants appeared before him, dazzling him.

"Battle merits? Is there a system for rewarding merits..."

Huangfu Yi had heard the voice of the 'spirit' on the battlefield before, and he knew that it was actually the intelligent auxiliary system that came with the machine. Xi Xian Si was his personal code name in the Outer Heaven. So, he was not surprised and skillfully tapped the menu on the void interface.

Okay, of course there are rewards for fighting. Destroying mission targets adds points, participating in operations adds points, repelling offensives adds points, rescuing the wounded adds points, and holding the line adds points every hour. Add, add, add, all kinds of points. Even a newbie like Huangfuyi has accumulated over 800 points at one point.

Needless to say, all kinds of weapons, armor, and vehicles can be exchanged with points. The equipment on your body and the Meteor-7 in your hand can also be further upgraded, with various enhancement plug-ins and special ammunition added. The stimulants given by the sergeant chief earlier are also on the exchange list, which can instantly bring a seriously injured person back to life. Huangfu Yi was very envious.

"The extraterrestrials are truly amazing, but unfortunately it's just a dream after all. No matter how powerful the items are, we can't bring them back..."

Then the screen flashed, and the refreshed redemption list appeared in front of the boy.

"Earth 60 Exclusive Exchange List"

"……Eh?"

Huangfu Yi was stunned.

The list no longer contains the mecha wreckage and armor of this world, but rather all sorts of elixirs, divine skills, and magical treasures from the Taiji Heaven! It even includes the legacies of the three major sects! And the first part is the most classic set!
Gangquan!

Huangfu Yi raised his hand and pointed, and the Gangquan root directory expanded, pulling out a huge sub-list. Huangfu Yi immediately saw the Burning Heaven Flame Fist at the top of the list...

"Burning Heaven Flame Fist, seventh rank, low to upper level, useless."

What?! It's completely useless?! The mighty Fire Department's Heaven-Burning Righteous Law! It actually says it's useless!

Although it does have many drawbacks and significant hidden dangers, it's no longer used by many people...

A vein throbbed on Huangfu Yi's forehead. Suppressing his dissatisfaction, he searched for the Huangfu family's ancestral sword techniques...

"Flaming Wind Blazing Sword, not even worthy of being called a grade, trash."

"Asshole!"

Huangfu Yi was furious. Although the Huangfu family's swordsmanship wasn't particularly famous, it was still created by their Nascent Soul ancestor! It was on par with the Overlord Blade! How could they say such an outrageous thing?! Wait, so that means…

"Blood Flame Overlord Blade, upper-middle rank four, it's got some substance."

"I'm so angry!! What the hell is this?!"

Huangfu Yizhen broke down.

As the saying goes, one cannot bear to see a brother suffer, let alone see a brother driving a Land Rover.

The Duan and Huangfu families were once known as the "Three Bright Ones," both families descended from generals and ministers of Guanzhong, from families of military prowess for generations. They were sworn brothers, serving the Western Expeditionary Army to the death. They served in the same court, contributing to the Purple Palace. They felt their backgrounds overlapped somewhat, leading to a back-and-forth, overt and covert rivalry.

However, due to unforeseen circumstances and the cruel twist of fate, they were forced to serve different masters and fight bloody battles. Swords have no eyes, and although some killings were inevitable, the Duan and Huangfu families, being of similar backgrounds and sharing similar values, had a certain degree of mutual respect, love, and rivalry, a healthy kind of competition.

Even when Huangfuyi was in school, his family would always start his education by saying, "Look at the Duan family's child." They were, in a sense, long-standing rivals, though they had never met.

However, times have changed. One family has risen to become the most prominent luminous Dharma King in the Blood Codex Cult, holding a fourth-rank position and possessing considerable talent. The other family, on the other hand, guarded the border for the imperial court until their family was destroyed and they were still cursed as useless trash who did not hold a rank...

"I'm so angry!! Which one is qualified to give a score?! Get out here right now!"

Huangfu Yi was furious and powerless, but to his surprise, someone actually jumped out and started to argue with him.

"Our professional evaluation system is at your service. May I ask what your complaints are?"

Huangfu Yi, disregarding where the voice came from, broke down in a tirade and cursed.
"How could you give me such a low score! How dare you belittle my skills! Come out and fight me for three hundred rounds! Let's see who the real trash is!"

"Please wait a moment, we will re-evaluate your product immediately."

The evaluation system remained silent for three seconds, then said in a friendly manner,
"Xi'an-Xianyang Fourth Grade, Second-Class Soldier, Primitive Rating: Trash."

"you!"

Huangfu Yi was so well-mannered that he couldn't find the words to curse.

Then the rating system went on and on.

Current skills assessment.

Burning Heaven Flame Fist, Rank 7, Lower to Upper, useless, but can be super-evolved. Heaven-Breaking Fist, Rank 3, Upper to Lower, entry level.

Flaming Wind Blazing Sword: Unranked, trash, upgrade recommended. Basic Crimson Fiend Sword Technique: Lowest Rank 9, rubbish.

Beichen Yaoguang Sword Technique (incomplete), trash, can be completed. Beichen Yaoguang Sword Technique, lower-middle rank 8, useless.

The "Free and Unfettered Wind-Riding Divine Skill" (incomplete) is trash and can be completed. It is a low-to-mid-grade eighth-rank skill and is useless.

Yao Zhen Xuan Yuan Po (incomplete), trash, can be repaired. Yao Zhen Xuan Yuan Po, lower-middle rank 8, useless.

Without a doubt, you're trash, but is that really okay?
Want to escape the fate of being garbage? Want to push the limits of humanity?
Do you want to witness unprecedented and uncharted territories?

Do you want to reach the end?
998! 998! Now only 998! Bring the rating system home!

A personalized evaluation system tailored to you, an optimization system that traces the root cause of your problems, and an upgrade path customized for you!

Now only 998! Take home this super cheat!

"You! You, you..."

Huangfuyi took a deep breath.

"Can it be cheaper?"

(End of this chapter)