187: It is a good character to take revenge

"Is there anything else?"

Professor Gu Xinrou raised her wrist and checked the time. "If you have something to say, say it quickly. I'll miss the Number Two bus otherwise."

The Number Two bus was, of course, a joke.

Shen Bei naturally knew Professor Gu Xinrou had her own private car.

Shen Bei turned and rummaged through the bookshelf, pulling out a leather-bound book. "I found this in the Crypt. I can't understand it at all. Teacher, please help me translate it."

This was something Shen Bei had picked up in a cave while fleeing after stealing Oleg's twin blades in the Crypt.

It had to be said, Shen Bei's actions were truly bold and adventurous.

Based on Shen Bei's rudimentary understanding of the Crypt language, he thought it was some kind of erotic novel.

But he was unwilling to leave it untranslated. What if there was a surprise?

Even if there wasn't a surprise, he could still experience some exotic culture, right?

Professor Gu Xinrou took it, didn't even look at it, and stuffed it into her small bag. "I'll take a look for you later. I'm in a hurry to go to Provincial Capital Martial Arts University."

Shen Bei nodded and then asked, "What are you doing at Provincial Capital Martial Arts University?"

Professor Gu Xinrou said as she walked, "This batch of freshmen will be sophomores soon. Provincial Capital Martial Arts University wants to transfer me there."

"Hm?"

Shen Bei was a bit confused. What kind of operation was this?

He couldn't understand it at all.

"So, in sophomore year, you won't be my teacher anymore?"

"Are you happy?" Professor Gu Xinrou asked, hands on her hips.

Shen Bei rolled his eyes. "Should I cry a few times, then?"

"When I'm dead."

Professor Gu Xinrou left the villa dormitory. "I don't know the exact situation either. I'll tell you when I get back."

Watching Professor Gu Xinrou leave, Shen Bei clicked his tongue.

Why did it feel like Qiu Bu Ye was up to no good?

Transferring his teacher away, making him lose his "best mentor" and thus causing his Cultivation to regress?

Ah...

Shen Bei sighed. "Both sides retaliate against each other, and poor Professor Gu Xinrou is being played in the palm of their hands."

Returning to the basement, Shen Bei continued to study Phantom Step.

Currently, he could only execute one correct step; the remaining steps still required contemplation and intuition.

Practice!

Shen Bei's mind was filled with nothing but Cultivation; he thought of nothing else.

...

A few days later.

Shen Bei's Phantom Step had made great progress; he could now take 10 steps.

It was definitely enough to scare people.

But to fully master it and use Phantom Step without restrictions, he still needed a bit more refinement.

He had made achievements, but still needed to work harder.

On this day, Shen Bei was called out by the Four-person Group.

Especially Du Ziteng, who was so excited, he was gesticulating wildly, pulling Shen Bei straight to the main gate:

"Hurry up, we're going to be late!"

Shen Bei scoffed. "Is it really necessary to be so excited about freshmen starting school?"

"You're a well-fed man who doesn't know the hunger of a starving one." Du Ziteng stood at the school gate, looking at the scene of freshmen reporting, with a wicked smile. "You have more experience. Point out a student I can handle, so I can go carry their luggage."

Shen Bei scanned seriously, then pointed at one of the freshmen. "This one, you'll definitely get along with."

"Damn it! Get lost!"

Du Ziteng followed the direction of Shen Bei's finger, cursing. "That's a boy!"

"A girl, just with short hair."

"Really?" Du Ziteng rubbed his eyes, shaking his head. "They all have no chest! Are you paying for the milk powder?"

Shen Bei: ...

Du Ziteng stopped asking the unreliable Shen Bei for advice and started casting a wide net to catch big fish.

As long as it was a junior sister, whether ugly or fat, he diligently helped carry their luggage.

Qi Chuanyu stroked his chin, watching Du Ziteng constantly going in and out of the campus. "Do you think he can pick up girls?"

Shen Bei picked his ear. "Pick up my ass. Those junior sisters probably think Du Ziteng is working a part-time job for money. As soon as he approaches, they ask how much it costs."

"Speaking of part-time jobs..." Niu Yanben turned to look at Shen Bei. "How come I haven't seen you working lately?"

"Nonsense, of course I've been busy Cultivating."

"It can't be that serious, can it? We've already obtained Martial Artist status, that's enough, right?"

In Niu Yanben's view, Cultivation was now largely optional.

After all, even before graduating, he had already joined Zhao Long's company, securing a spot.

He got paid every month without doing anything; he just had to enjoy life!

Still desperately Cultivating?

What, did he want to become a Martial God?

It's lonely at the top!

It was good to live simply.

Such was Niu Yanben's simple thought.

But in Shen Bei's view, Niu Yanben had completely failed to realize that the domestic situation was no longer as it used to be.

Major reforms for Martial Artists were still underway in the country.

Prepare for a rainy day, the duck knows when spring comes.

If there were no special circumstances, the country wouldn't want to bother Martial Artists.

It was likely that the days of frequent Crypt incursions were approaching.

No Martial Artist could escape conscription.

If he didn't accumulate strength now, he would die even more miserably.

Shen Bei patted Niu Yanben's shoulder and said earnestly, "Listen to your brother's advice: the more benefits you enjoy, the greater responsibility you must bear. Spend less time with Du Ziteng and focus more on improving your strength."

"I'm almost a Three-Rank Martial Artist, okay?" Niu Yanben rolled his eyes.

"Rank does not equal strength." Shen Bei paused, then continued, "If I were a One-Rank Martial Artist, how many minutes do you think you could struggle in my hands?"

Niu Yanben was about to retort.

Shen Bei pressed his hand down, giving him no chance to speak.

He walked straight out of the school gate, intending to eat outside campus.

He missed spicy hot pot a bit.

Northern spicy hot pot was different from Southern.

It was a sticky dish that used sesame paste as the main seasoning.

Its appearance wasn't presentable, but it was delicious.

He walked out along the main Dao.

About ten minutes later.

He emerged from an alley.

Just then.

Shen Bei's steps were interrupted and stopped by a harsh screech of brakes.

Shen Bei looked up.

A black car, like a hunting leopard, swiftly approached his path.

The car seemed to carry an almost provocative Aura, and as it neared Shen Bei, it emitted a piercing screech of sudden braking.

The sound was like sharp metal scraping glass, or a bolt of lightning tearing through the sky. Smoke from the violent friction between tires and the ground instantly rose, forming temporary grey clouds that enveloped Shen Bei.

Bang bang~~

Car doors kept opening.

Four or five men got out.

These men were all dressed in a variety of flamboyant and arrogant clothes; some wore loose, baggy hip-hop style outfits, embroidered with exaggerated patterns and glaring slogans.

Others wore tight leather jackets paired with ripped jeans, their deliberately exposed tattoos appearing even colder under the sun.

Still others wore black or red sports tracksuits, their hats pulled low, revealing only a pair of eyes that gleamed with cunning light.

One of them was an old acquaintance of Shen Bei's.

Red Bro!

At this moment, Red Bro roughly pushed his subordinates aside and came before Shen Bei.

The malice on his face was almost palpable. "Buddy, do you still remember me?"

Shen Bei raised his chin, his expression calm, and sniffed the air. "I have face blindness. I vaguely remember you, but your crotch doesn't smell like piss, so I can't recognize you."

Red Bro immediately frowned imperceptibly, a flicker of anger in his eyes.

Bringing up the incident where Shen Bei had scared him into pissing himself was simply overflowing with shame.

"Damn it! What are you pretending not to know for!"

Red Bro revealed a cruel smile, making a throat-slitting gesture at the expressionless Shen Bei. "This time, my big brother Wu Jue hired a Four-Rank Martial Artist named Stone Heart. He happens to have something to discuss with you, and I just came along. Let's settle both old and new scores. Let's go."

Shen Bei's eyes were sharp, and a faint, cold Aura emanated from him. "Discuss what? Give me a topic so I can prepare."

"Nonsense!" Red Bro lowered his voice, making it sound somewhat hoarse, and said, "What do you think we're discussing? Are you just going to let the matter of you hitting me go?"

"I think we should just let it go. If you suffer another loss, it won't be as simple as just getting beaten."

"Stop pretending with me!"

Red Bro's lips curled into a ferocious grin. "Come with me! Otherwise, don't blame me for being disrespectful!"

The next moment.

Shen Bei put an arm around Red Bro's shoulder and walked towards the car, his expression calm yet turbulent, and whispered:

"Last time I let you live, you should have learned your lesson."

Shen Bei truly admired this guy.

Holding grudges was a good trait.

But you also needed to have the strength for it.

Just finding a random Martial Artist and wanting revenge, wasn't that just asking for death?

"Heh heh." Red Bro pushed Shen Bei away, sneering. "I'm telling you, this time you're dead for sure!"

Shen Bei sighed. "I'll talk to your backer first, and then I'll deal with you."

"You're overdoing the act. I'll wait for you to crawl under my crotch and beg for mercy!" Red Bro's eyes were twisted and ferocious.

The next moment.

Boom~~~

Red Bro suddenly looked up, only to see the machete in Shen Bei's hand slash diagonally with an indescribable speed and force.

The blade instantly collided with the car's hard metal shell, sparks flying, like the brilliant trail of a meteor streaking across the night sky.

With a deafening sound of tearing metal, the previously solid car was actually split in two!

At this moment, Shen Bei bared his white teeth and looked at Stone Heart in the back seat. "I heard you wanted to talk to me. You don't mind this way of meeting, do you?"

Stone Heart: ...