Martial arts ascend to the gods

Chapter 325 Old School
Beneath the giant, frost-covered tree, everything returned to normal.

Zhou Leng continued his cultivation slowly, while Da Huang lay peacefully to the side.

Early in the morning, Zhou Leng left Xiaoru Village and ran along the Longyou River.

After running for a few minutes, I sighed softly to myself.

Running at this slow speed is not very effective.

My current body can run at a speed of 20 to 30 meters per second all day without breaking a sweat.

From then on, only by going to a special innate martial arts arena or the world of ferocious beasts could one run at full speed.

Zhou Leng slowed down and focused his attention on his surroundings.

Perhaps this is the last time I'll run a long distance in the same old spot.

In Longyou River Park, there are children, adults, the elderly, sunshine, green grass, and water.

The sounds of everyday life, the laughter of the marketplace.

It's simple, yet it has the power to soothe the soul.

In the park, images of Wu Zu Yu Zhimin were played continuously.

Along the way, propaganda screens continuously displayed the history of human struggle.

In the past, Zhou Leng sometimes felt annoyed, having watched and listened to it every day until he was tired of it.

But for some reason, listening to it now evokes a special feeling in me.

"...The children's desks are on fire..."

"...We want to make the desks in front of children quiet and peaceful."

Over the years, everything that has happened on this road flashed through my mind.

When Zhou Leng reached the gate of No. 59 Middle School, he stopped and stood outside the school, looking inside.

The No. 59 Middle School was deserted, with its main gate sealed off.

The children's laughter and joy are gone, their morning exercises are gone...

Before this, Zhou Leng always felt that he was quite familiar with No. 59 Middle School.

Now, however, I feel that No. 59 Middle School is much more unfamiliar and distant.

Zhou Leng always felt that after the memories of No. 59 Middle School, there was always a comma, always waiting for a new chapter.

A sealed document brought everything to a close.

Zhou calmly scanned the railings, the playground, the flagpole, the teaching building...

Suddenly, a bright white flash of lightning flashed through my mind.

Many seemingly unrelated things were connected by this lightning bolt.

Zhang Xiaoxiao was a student in the class that lagged behind in the morning exercises, among those thin and pale children.

Zhang Xiaoxiao's attitude towards Rao Mingxian, and her attitude towards herself.

Rao Mingxian's power grew, thanks to that magic-infusing array from two or three years ago.

Rao Fuxing's extreme personality, and Rao Mingxian's words.

Those two vials of highly energized blood, the series of massacres at No. 59 Middle School, the power of the Rao family, the relationship between the Rao family and the Zhao family...

The hammer's reminder, Song Juesi's reminder, Zhang Xinglie's reminder...

The faintly emerging Magic Bag Garden, the Glimmering Star, the Eighteen Schools Joint Examination, the Blood Sacrifice, the Heart of the Primal Demon, the deaths of Huang Mengpai and Zhao Tong...

Countless chaotic pieces of information flashed through my mind.

Zhou Leng's face was slightly pale.

If my deduction is true, then who is the murderer and who is the victim?
He raised his magical wristwatch, glanced at Deng Zhijue in his contacts, swiped away, and looked at Wang Boxiong.

"Master Wang, I would like to access all new information related to the case of No. 59 Middle School, the Rao family, and the Demon Worship Cult. Could you please help me?"

After a while, Wang Boxiong replied.

"The series of cases at No. 59 Middle School have been basically clarified, but they have been sealed for certain reasons. If you want to see them, you can browse them in my office after you advance to the Innate Realm and officially become a specially appointed martial arts guard."

"it is good."

Zhou Leng walked forward slowly, no longer looking at his surroundings.

"I hope my guess is wrong..."

A thorn pierced the heart.

Zhou Leng couldn't help but take out the tiger tally and gently touch it.

If Rao Mingxian had been on the highest mountain in Baifeng Valley at that time and clicked on the divine text for "Demonized Warrior", would he have died?

"Forget it, let's advance to the Innate Realm first, and not think about anything else."

Zhou Leng thought to himself as he opened the Martial Arts City in the Demonized Wristwatch to check his civilian contribution.

Previously, the civilian rank was professor.

Now, the administrative ranks have changed.

Yangtze River Scholar.

Above professor is tenured professor, and above that is Yangtze River Scholar.

I skipped a grade.

In the field of civilian positions, Yangtze River Scholars are almost equivalent to Brigadier Generals.

A freshman Yangtze River Scholar.

Zhou Leng had a sense of unreality.

Zhao Nandi is so talented, yet he's only a professor now.

Among the many senior experts who entered the ancient river site, only the team leader was a Yangtze River Scholar.

Moreover, his Yangtze River Scholar status wasn't solely based on contributions; half of his appointments were earned through seniority.

Zhou Leng had absolutely no experience; he relied entirely on the contributions of the divine text to get by.

Above the Yangtze River Scholars are the Chief Scholars, then the Alternate Academicians, and finally the Academicians.

In the era of martial arts civilization, there were various rigid indicators for the ranks of civilian officials.

Zhou Leng looked at his new administrative position and thought to himself that he should take it slow. It would be too arrogant to become an academician before graduation.

low profile.

I glanced at the contribution points.

408010.

Converted to Chinese Yuan, that's four hundred million.

Unlike military achievements, the process for distributing civilian contributions is very long, because many theories and contributions, even if everyone knows they are useful, need to be implemented before they can all be distributed.

Research on the divine script continues.

"Once I've saved up 450 million, I'll ask Cang Fei Zhi Yan to repay the loan."

Wuxin's alternate account notification message.

On this alternate account, Zhou Leng only added Shen Jun.

"Lord Canglong, I managed to get a batch of innate enhancement pills for demons and orcs. They're all top-quality, but they're not from legitimate sources. How about a friendly price of one hundred million for the whole package? If you don't have the money, you can pay me back first."

"I have already delivered the items to Snow Mountain Wolf, and he will contact you later."

Afterwards, Shen Jun sent a list containing nine different types of innate tonic pills.

Zhou Leng took a closer look and wondered what Shen Jun was up to, why he was so willing to spend so much.

Ordinary innate tonic pills cost around ten million, at most thirty million.

But there are rare exceptions.

Of these nine types of elixirs, four are rare tonics, each worth over 60 million.

There is a kind of "Dragon's Eye" innate tonic pill that is worth hundreds of millions and is simply unavailable for purchase.

This is one of the most strictly controlled tonic pills among the demon race.

This potion is truly made from the eyes of a demonic dragon. After taking it, one's eyesight is greatly enhanced. Night vision is just a minor function, and even seeing through mild illusions is nothing special. For martial artists, its greatest function is to enhance dynamic vision.

Human warriors are already unparalleled in combat techniques across the ten realms; if their dynamic vision is further enhanced to the level of a demon, it would be even more terrifying than having double the strength.

This means that, apart from monsters that excel in speed, ordinary monsters are all in slow motion in Zhou Leng's eyes.

Shen Jun actually managed to get his hands on such good stuff.

Zhou Leng asked a few simple questions without making any mistakes.

My doubts grew stronger.

So Zhou Leng contacted the Snow Mountain Wolf and asked him to ask a Grandmaster Demon Spirit Master to help identify it.

Snow Mountain Wolf replied: "Yesterday I told the teacher that since the teacher wasn't on Blue Star, I asked a nearby Grandmaster Magic Spirit Master to appraise it. There was absolutely no problem, and the quality was extremely high, usually only supplied to high-level demons. This time, it was even sent to Ru Da?"

"Then send it to Ruda. Contact me when it arrives."

"it is good."

Upon hearing that a Grandmaster-level Demon Spirit Master had authenticated it, Zhou Leng knew there was basically no problem.

"This Shen Jun, he's gone to so much trouble, he must be plotting something much bigger. If I find out he's secretly trying to harm me, I'll find an opportunity to punch him to death!"

“I have to report this, otherwise I could easily get implicated.”

From the very beginning, I never believed in the Demon Worship Cult.

Zhou Leng replied to Shen Jun: "I'll owe you this 100 million for now, and I'll pay you back together later. I have high hopes for you."

Shen Jun glanced at it and cursed inwardly. This bastard just makes empty promises, not giving any money or benefits, and just dismisses him with a "I think you're good"?
He honestly found Madam Xiyan and reported the process.

"Hmm." Madam Xiyan had no intention of accepting money.

Shen Jun whispered, "Senior Gong Futing is back. He's going to join forces with the Mad Prince Aiden to go to the Tree People World, cooperate with the Giant Insect Clan to kill the Tree People, hunt down their hearts, and strengthen his healing technique. He said that once he's finished strengthening his healing technique, he'll settle accounts with Zhou Leng."

"Understood." Madam Xiyan replied without looking up.

"I heard that the Heavenly Calamity Envoy is planning to open up a White Lake on the great battlefield between dragons and giants, and then trade with humans. Is that true?"

"The last deal failed, so it's hard to say this time. However, the other party really wants the White Lake Lotus Fruit."

“Then there shouldn’t be any problem. However, this Heavenly Calamity Envoy is quite bold. Madam, could you tell me about the Heavenly Calamity Envoy? Even my teacher didn’t tell me. After you tell me, I will pass on the message to Lord Canglong.”

Lady Xiyan was about to reprimand Shen Jun, but then she thought for a moment and said, "That's right, you must tell Zhou... Guan Canglong, that you must stay away from the Heavenly Calamity Envoy..."

As Madam Xiyan slowly recounted the events, Shen Jun sent a message to Zhou Leng.

"Lord Azure Dragon, I have discovered some major information."

"Have you heard of summoning the Heavenly Calamity? This is an extremely powerful spell in the Demon Prison. It requires collecting a massive amount of blood beads and paying a huge price to invite a true god to descend, generally known as the God of Heavenly Calamity."

"The true form of the God of Calamity cannot descend; it can only infuse its power into a demon. On our planet, this is called possession; in the Demon Prison, it is called descent."

"Moreover, it will take a long time to complete."

"The true form of the God of Calamity is very strong, above a demigod, even above a virtual god, but after descending, its strength is roughly equivalent to that of a virtual god."

"The demon that carries the power of the God of Calamity is called the Messenger of Calamity. Usually, many are prepared to avoid accidents."

"One of the Heavenly Calamity Envoys is about to enter Blue Star, but it's not easy to reveal what he will do. In short, it's a big deal."

"This calamity envoy is very powerful. Once you discover him, try to avoid him."

After reading it, Zhou Leng's eyelids twitched. The idea that demons summon calamities was just a legend, but he never expected that the Demon Prison would actually come to pass.

So he asked, "Does the Demon Prison intend to use the Heavenly Calamity God on Blue Star?"

"It's very likely. Recently, the people we've killed in the Demonic Cult have been refined into a large number of Blood Beads, which are being transported to the Demon Prison to summon calamity."

"Just how powerful is the God of Calamity?"

"Wow, that's incredible... If he were to descend, we should quickly leave Earth and find another world to hide in. He could destroy the planet with ease."

"So strong?"

"He can even destroy the sun, otherwise how could it become the most powerful summoning spell in the Demon Prison? His true form is above the level of a illusory god."

"Destroy the sun... Okay, I understand."

"By the way, the siren, orcs, and demons are jointly investigating the mass deaths of trial participants in the Youth Battlefield."

"Ah."

(End of this chapter)