392: I'm not bragging.

The community worker who greeted Shen Bei was a man of similar age to Shen Bei.

Coincidentally, the two of them knew each other.

"Wang Da Nao Dai?" Shen Bei looked at his middle school classmate in surprise.

As his name suggested, Wang Da Nao Dai's appearance was unremarkable except for his unusually large head, somewhat resembling Big-Headed Son.

Wang Da Nao Dai's face darkened: "Please just call me by my name."

Shen Bei clicked his tongue: "I forgot your real name."

"Damn it!"

Wang Da Nao Dai pounded the table: "Alright, alright, Shen Bei, you want to play it this way, huh? Do you still want your demolition compensation?"

Shen Bei sat with his legs crossed: "I believe you wouldn't dare make things difficult for me."

Wang Da Nao Dai rolled his eyes: "That's true. You're a Martial Artist now. Not many of our middle school classmates became Martial Artists..."

"Why are you working here?" Shen Bei asked, a little puzzled: "Isn't your education a joke?"

Shen Bei was a bit skeptical. This was a community, which, to put it plainly, was a state-owned unit. The fact that Wang Da Nao Dai could work here was truly a miracle.

Wang Da Nao Dai took out a document, pushed it to Shen Bei, and whispered: "You can look down on me, but you can't look down on my father. Do you remember when I won first place in the grade's essay competition?"

Shen Bei flipped through the demolition compensation agreement, deep in thought, then suddenly remembered and let out an "Oh": "The essay's title was something like 'My Village Chief Dad'?"

"Exactly!" Wang Da Nao Dai grinned: "When you're out in the world, it's all about human relationships and social connections."

Shen Bei shrugged.

The demolition agreement had no issues, and the compensation was reasonable.

There were two options: one was a 1:2 exchange for a new house.

The other was to take the money and leave.

Shen Bei filled in his bank card number, choosing to take the money and leave.

Changtu County was his hometown, but there was no need to get a new house.

He could just stay at Jian Tong's place when he returned.

They had a villa, after all.

"Oh, right." Wang Da Nao Dai took the agreement, put it away, and continued: "We have a middle school reunion the day after tomorrow. You should come too."

Shen Bei thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay, I'm on vacation anyway."

"Then it's settled!" Wang Da Nao Dai rubbed his hands: "Our class has the most impressive person, so let us brag a bit."

Shen Bei smiled, gave an OK gesture, and then bid farewell.

...

Leaving the community, Shen Bei quickly arrived at Jian Tong's home.

Jian Shan was trimming the lawn in the small garden, looking as leisurely as a retired old man.

"Uncle, are you free now?"

Shen Bei leaned against the doorway, asking with a smile.

Jian Shan only then noticed Shen Bei's silent arrival, dropped his tools, took off his gloves, and walked over: "It's rare for the county to give a day off. This yard still needs tidying."

Although Jian Shan's strength had fallen, his combat experience was still top-notch in the small Changtu County.

The Martial Artist Reserve Team that the country organized a few days ago was Jian Shan's work.

Shen Bei had also participated, but he left after two days of training.

"I heard you went to the Xing Sha Dungeon?" Jian Shan led Shen Bei into the house: "Jian Tong went out to buy things and won't be back for a while."

Shen Bei sat on the sofa, yawning: "The Northeast Military Region assigned me a mission. I was running around in the Dungeon for almost two months straight."

"Wow, that's a long time."

Jian Shan brewed tea: "What did you gain?"

Shen Bei grinned: "I gained a lot. Just wait and see the news."

"Huh?" Jian Shan's eyes widened: "It'll even make the news?"

"That's nothing. The real gains are all in—" Shen Bei pointed to his head: "—here."

Jian Shan laughed heartily: "If it's in your head, no one can take it away from you."

The two chatted about everything under the sun for a while.

Shen Bei rubbed his hands: "Uncle, you know my house was demolished, so I'll have to stay here for a few days."

Jian Shan's expression became extremely serious, and he said earnestly: "Then you'll be a live-in son-in-law."

Shen Bei: "..."

"You're exaggerating." Shen Bei's molars ached a bit: "I'm not short on money; I'll definitely buy a house in the future."

"Why buy a house? Prices are so expensive now. You two can just live here after you get married. There are plenty of rooms."

Shen Bei rolled his eyes.

Live here? What a pain.

With all that passion, he'd have to suppress it. It wouldn't be enjoyable at all.

After a short while.

Jian Tong walked in, carrying many bags.

Today she was wearing a black and white hip-hugging dress, accentuating her graceful figure and slender waist, revealing her fair calves as she moved.

Seeing Shen Bei, her eyes brightened.

She threw herself into Shen Bei's arms.

"Ahem."

Jian Shan cleared his throat: "Well, I'm going to tidy the garden."

Shen Bei gave Jian Shan a thumbs-up, acknowledging his tact.

"When did you come back?"

Jian Tong asked, leaning in Shen Bei's arms.

"I came out the day before yesterday, waited for the plane yesterday, and came back today."

"Were there any problems?" Jian Tong examined Shen Bei from head to toe.

Shen Bei still had faint knife scars on his body, but they weren't serious.

Jian Tong felt a pang of heartache, mixed with confusion: "These wounds... why do they look like they're from a street fight?"

Pure knife wounds, that's very uncharacteristic of a Martial Artist...

Shen Bei put his hands behind his head and said: "That's a long story... These wounds are an honor, no exaggeration. They were all from Heaven-Shaking Slave."

Thump...

Upon hearing this, Jian Tong seemed to be greatly startled and fell directly to the ground.

"Who? Who? Who?"

Jian Tong asked, her face filled with shock and horror.

"Heaven-Shaking Slave."

Shen Bei repeated.

"That's no fun." Jian Tong twitched her lips: "That's a Martial God. What about you?"

Shen Bei pursed his lips: "The situation was very special at the time. Listen to me brag to you, no, tell you."

...

Jian Tong listened in a daze, hearing about North Mansion, royal family members, Shenxiu Lake...

It made her head spin.

But she generally understood that it was the North Mansion's suppression of strength, putting everyone on the same starting line.

Jian Tong naturally moved closer to Shen Bei, saying with a gentle smile: "My boyfriend is so amazing! Thumbs up for you!"

When this was mentioned, Shen Bei became invigorated.

He sprang up, locked the door, and raised an eyebrow: "There's something even more amazing. Do you want to experience it?"

Jian Tong lightly brushed her hair, shyly snuggling up to the handsome man, her exquisitely made-up eyes blinking, and her voice coy: "Don't brag."

"Let's go!"

Shen Bei picked up Jian Tong's perfectly curved body and headed straight for her upstairs boudoir.

...

After an exhilarating time.

Shen Bei took a shower and went to the backyard.

Jian Tong was already paralyzed in bed and wouldn't be getting up anytime soon.

He found a large stone and sat down cross-legged.

Shen Bei was a disciplined man.

He was either fighting or on his way to a fight.

If there was no fighting, then he was Cultivating.

He had obtained two Glyphs from Wu Bi An.

One was the "Decay" Word Skill.

He had finished Cultivating it in the Red Leaf Array near Shenxiu Lake.

One "Hidden" Word Skill remained.

Of course, there were also two other Glyphs, namely "Battle" and "Karma".

But they were in the One-Blade Gorge of the Dungeon.

Shen Bei estimated that, if nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn't be able to collect them all in this lifetime.

Shen Bei also knew that it was better not to be too greedy. He should first practice the Glyphs he already had.

"Let's do this!"

Shen Bei's expression was focused as he looked at the Glyph content.