455: Advance to eighth-level warrior!

A "Xiao Beibei" almost made Bu Jin break down.

If a young girl had said it, the tone would have been incredibly sweet and charming.

But coming from the burly Shen Bei, Bu Jin almost threw up his overnight meal.

Bu Jin stabilized his emotions: "Can you speak clearly and properly?"

Shen Bei smacked his lips: "Excited, a little excited to see Master Bu again."

"What are you excited about?"

"Old friends meeting, isn't this a normal reaction?"

"Is it normal?" Bu Jin stroked his chin.

I don't feel like you and I are that close!

It was just a one-time hire.

However, Bu Jin didn't say anything.

The boss on the other side was presiding over the deceased's ceremony.

There was nothing for Shen Bei to do for the time being.

The two stood watching from the side, chatting for a while.

From their casual conversation, Shen Bei learned that this was Bu Jin's last day working at the funeral home.

Of course, it wasn't retirement; Bu Jin had simply had enough.

Shen Bei tilted his head, feeling that Bu Jin had other reasons for leaving.

After all, this was an iron rice bowl; most people couldn't even get in if they wanted to.

Shen Bei didn't abruptly press for details; it simply wasn't appropriate.

"We have quite a connection, do you want to inherit my mantle?" Bu Jin asked, lighting a cigarette.

Shen Bei immediately shook his head.

Forget it.

If he wanted to, he could choose any national department like the military or the Martial Arts Management Bureau; why would he work in a funeral home?

Several times, Shen Bei wanted to find an opportunity to ask Bu Jin what that white light he pulled from the foreheads of the dead was.

But in the end, he didn't ask, as he simply didn't know how to phrase the question.

Just as Professor Gu Xinrou said, every Martial Artist has their own secrets; don't ask what you shouldn't.

Trouble comes from the mouth; that is always the truth.

He decided to let it go.

Curiosity is one thing, but killing the cat isn't worth it.

Soon after, the funeral ceremony officially began.

Bu Jin then turned and left.

Shen Bei and a few other mourners followed the boss's orders.

Cry when told to cry!

Pure wolf-like wails finally brought some "Life Qi" to the silent hall.

Shen Bei was among those who were just making up the numbers; his mouth was open wider than anyone else's, but no sound came out.

Then came the burial.

The family might have spent some money, or perhaps the deceased had some status during their lifetime, because according to normal procedures, the deceased would definitely be cremated and then buried.

But this time, the deceased was placed directly into the coffin.

That was fine; traditionally, a body would also need to be left for three days.

But the family was clearly impatient, and the boss also skipped this step.

The official reason: everything kept simple.

Shen Bei and the others put in the effort, carrying the coffin up the back mountain to dig a pit and bury it at the end of a row of gravestones.

Digging a pit was incredibly familiar to Shen Bei.

He swung the shovel.

It was like shoveling tofu; he quickly dug a large pit.

The coffin was buried.

The students from the drama academy continued to wail under the boss's direction.

And the deceased's son, the family head, showed no emotional fluctuations.

One could only say that the money wasn't wasted.

If the deceased's son had to do it himself, not a single cry would likely be heard.

The deceased's life would not be complete.

After all, people arrive crying, and they must leave crying.

After a morning of work.

This odd job was finally done.

He received 1000 yuan in wages.

The boss treated them to a bento box meal, then they dispersed, each going home to their own mother.

In the afternoon.

Shen Bei found another odd job, finishing it in three hours.

A happy day came to an end.

That evening, he returned to Beijing Martial Arts University.

He pulled out his phone and checked; Two Headed Vine hadn't called.

"Their efficiency isn't very good, is it?"

Shen Bei mumbled.

Jian Tong walked out of the bathroom, a face mask on her face, making her look as pale as a ghost.

She almost scared Shen Bei.

"What efficiency?" Jian Tong asked, watching her soap opera.

Shen Bei said stiffly: "Nothing, Principal Qin gave me a task, and the external contact hasn't gotten in touch with me."

Jian Tong turned and looked at Shen Bei strangely: "What is he doing? We're here to study, not to be his little soldiers. He's giving you tasks right after school started?"

Jian Tong was a little angry; she had another sentence she hadn't said: she felt Principal Qin was crazy!

There are thousands of students, and he has to find my Shen Bei?

Are all the other students useless?

Shen Bei waved his hand: "Don't get involved in men's business."

Jian Tong snorted, crunching on an apple.

Meanwhile, Shen Bei took the opportunity to take out a river pebble from his Storage Ring.

Although the Instant Shadow Return to Origin Pact technique could now move a distance of nearly 5000 kilometers.

The duration of the beacon river pebble was not very long.

After his recent Cultivation, the duration could now reach about three days.

But this was far from Shen Bei's expectation.

"At least a year."

Shen Bei caressed the river pebble.

This way, Shen Bei calculated, after entering the deep caves, he could quickly return to the earth's surface at any time.

Shen Bei had no other ideas for this technique.

He only considered it for traveling.

Because he discovered that this technique was not perfect.

Even Bai Wei might not have found its flaws.

Within short distances, tens or hundreds of kilometers, the Instant Shadow Return to Origin Pact could instantly move to the beacon's location.

But as the distance increased, Shen Bei found that the instant movement began to have a delay.

Shen Bei had experimented in Shen City; he had a beacon-carrying river pebble air-freighted to the Western Regions that same day.

Then, when he activated the Instant Shadow Return to Origin Pact, there was a delay; it took over thirty seconds before the teleportation began.

It was like playing a game where a skill that was originally instant cast was now a channeled skill.

After this discovery, Shen Bei lowered his expectations for the Instant Shadow Return to Origin Pact.

This thing was still decent for escaping over a hundred kilometers.

But once the distance increased, the drawbacks were too obvious; it was definitely not good.

Therefore, Shen Bei decided to use this technique for traveling, rather than as a life-saving trump card during combat.

...

Seven days later.

These past few days, Shen Bei had been out working odd jobs during the day.

Classes?

What classes?!

This completely baffled the homeroom teacher.

The roster clearly showed a student named Shen Bei who had reported.

But now he was like he had disappeared, only his name was heard, but he was nowhere to be seen.

The teacher went to complain to Principal Qin.

Principal Qin told the homeroom teacher to get lost and just do his own job, not to meddle in other matters.

The homeroom teacher immediately fell silent.

He vaguely felt that this Shen Bei seemed to be involved in something big.

At the same time, Shen Bei wasn't idle at night either.

He continued to refine the True Qi infused river pebbles.

The progress was incredibly fast; the beacon could now last for a month.

Also, the advanced version of King Kong Indestructible, "Vibranium Indestructible," had absorbed 7% of the molecules into his Physique.

Progress was slow, but there was still progress.

He simply couldn't squeeze in enough time.

He could only wait until he had free time to raise the voltage of the Magnetic Origin Profound Art.

On this day.

Shen Bei walked out of the Beijing Martial Arts University testing hall.

He held the test report in his hand.

A quick glance showed:

[Name: Shen Bei]

[Beijing Martial Arts University, Fifth Year.]

[Strength: 953.]

[Physique: 847.]

[Spirit: 605.]

[Agility: 712.]

[Evaluation: Eighth Rank Martial Warrior ★]

"Eighth Rank!"

Shen Bei took a deep breath.

Working odd jobs these past few days had almost worn him out.

He specifically chose short, quick, and easy jobs.

One after another.

Sometimes he didn't get home until midnight.

It was undeniably crazy.

But the rewards were satisfying.

He had officially advanced to Eighth Rank Martial Warrior!

Shen Bei clenched his fists, feeling even stronger.

According to Shen Bei's estimation, advancing from Seventh Rank to Eighth Rank, due to opening the Bloodline life aperture, gave him an additional 80 attribute points.

Quite good.

Just then.

A phone rang.

Shen Bei pulled out the work phone Principal Qin had given him.

"Damn it, this Two Headed Vine took a whole week to call. What kind of efficiency is that?!"

Shen Bei complained.

He pressed the answer button.

A female voice came from the other end...