78: I will never let go of any grudge, and only I, Shen Bei, can eat people!

As soon as Shen Bei left the auditorium, he was intercepted by the Unlucky Four.

Shen Bei: ???

Qi Chuanyu chuckled, "I guessed you'd need teammates."

"I—"

"Don't say anything, I definitely agree!"

Shen Bei: ...

Shen Bei maintained his usual inscrutable demeanor: "I need women."

Qi Chuanyu: ...

Shen Bei laughed, "The principal said that freshmen and sophomores would be mixed. What were you listening to?"

Niu Yanben's head was bowed as low as it could go, and his voice was equally low: "Rules are made by people. We can discuss that later; we're all very fierce, heh."

Du Ziteng and Liao Zhongyang nodded in agreement.

Liao Zhongyang even flexed his muscles to show how useful he was.

Shen Bei found it an eyesore and waved his hand, "Good dogs don't block the way."

The Unlucky Four bared their teeth and made way, watching Shen Bei walk away with an indifferent stride.

If Wang Duoyu getting Zhuang Qiang and Da Congming was like getting the Sleeping Dragon and Phoenix,

Then the Unlucky Four for Shen Bei was like Yuan Shao getting Guo Tu, SKT happily acquiring Shan Niruo, or General Kurofuji hiring Captain Jia.

No good.

...

Back at the villa.

He found a delivery electric scooter parked at the entrance.

And the villa's room door was open.

"Did the cleaning lady come?"

At Lingnan City Martial Arts University, cleaning ladies were standard for all dorms.

They were responsible for cleaning the dorms, which was a benefit the school provided to students.

Otherwise, some Martial Artists truly paid no attention to hygiene and could turn their dorms into zoos.

He went inside to check.

The cleaning lady was mopping the floor.

Just then.

A stranger walked out of the basement.

He was wearing a delivery uniform, and his face was covered with a circle of steel-needle-like whiskers, making his entire head appear larger than others. His hair and beard were grayish-white, but his face looked only in his thirties.

"Hello, you must be Shen Bei? I've put all your deliveries in the basement for you."

The delivery man said with a smile.

Shen Bei frowned, "Putting them in the living room would have been fine. Why the basement?"

The delivery man, however, said calmly, "Isn't it so as not to hinder the cleaning lady's work?"

Shen Bei tilted his head, feeling very unfavorably towards this delivery man.

Even though delivery men were used to delivering goods to the door, Shen Bei had a hunch that this delivery man might have other motives.

Shen Bei signed the delivery slip, and the delivery man left directly, continuing to deliver goods on campus.

Shen Bei hooked the curtain and watched the electric scooter zip around campus, thinking he really was a legitimate delivery man.

"Did I overthink it?"

Shen Bei immediately went to the basement.

The villa dorms at Lingnan City Martial Arts University all had basements.

They were divided into two spaces.

The outermost was a storage room, where various odds and ends could be stored.

The other space was a Cultivation room.

It was a highly confidential room built with super-strong alloy.

Its main purpose was for students who needed to Cultivate alone.

Other students living in dorm buildings who wanted to Cultivate Martial Skills could only go to the campus's Cultivation venues.

The venues were quite large and fully equipped with various facilities.

The drawback was... the crowds.

There was no privacy; everyone was mixed together, huffing and puffing while Cultivating Martial Skills.

To put it bluntly, if someone with ill intentions observed for a long time, they would know when and from what angle your next move would come...

For a Martial Artist, this had quite a few disadvantages.

However, the villa area on campus had no such problem.

Each person had an independent Cultivation basement.

Otherwise, why would the extremely expensive villas be so popular?

Entering the basement.

The items Shen Bei bought on Pinduoduo were piled up like a small mountain.

He didn't look closely.

Shen Bei continued to walk further inside.

He arrived at an iron door.

Shen Bei looked down at the doorknob.

It was intact.

But a strand of hair that Shen Bei had tied to it was gone.

Searching carefully, he found it on the ground.

It was broken.

Most people wouldn't notice such a detail, as a strand of hair is too small, and with the lighting, it's not easy to spot.

It's important to know that Shen Bei had never used the Cultivation room since he enrolled.

The main thing was, he didn't need it.

And the cleaning lady only did surface work, never cleaning the basement.

Naturally, no one would touch the doorknob.

Shen Bei squatted down, looking at the broken strand of hair with a playful gaze.

The next moment.

He pushed open the door.

Inside the Cultivation room, there were several tables and cabinets.

There were obvious signs of being rummaged through.

Generally, a basement Cultivation room would contain students' own Martial Skill books.

They could watch and Cultivate at any time.

But Shen Bei had never used the basement; the Seven Stars Fist was always kept close to him.

"You were looking for something, weren't you?"

"Could that delivery man be from the Apocalypse Cult or the Headhunter Tribe?"

"After all, the only things that could attract their attention would be the Seven Stars Fist and the Sea of Hopelessness map."

"How did you discover and suspect me?"

Shen Bei stroked his chin in thought for a while and came to a conclusion.

That was, he was from Changtu.

If one inquired a bit, they would naturally know that he was cleaning up trash near Taiyangshan Reservoir at the time.

Thinking of this.

Shen Bei directly pulled out his phone and called Boss Zhang.

He asked if anyone had inquired about him recently.

Boss Zhang replied quickly with just one word: Yes!

Shen Bei narrowed his eyes and hung up the phone.

It was almost a certainty.

He was being targeted.

"However, they shouldn't have evidence, at most just suspicion."

Shen Bei sorted out the Karma before and after.

He came to the conclusion that both sides, enemy and self, were in a passive state.

If the enemy wanted to use force, they would have to consider the consequences of killing a Champion.

The Headhunter Tribe was not as brainless, twisted, and crazy as the people of the Apocalypse Cult.

And Shen Bei was also very passive.

It was like a balloon constantly being inflated, not knowing when it would explode.

But Shen Bei at least had a target now: the delivery man!

Shen Bei thoroughly inspected the entire basement.

Standing in the quiet basement.

He felt an invisible pressure from all directions pressing in on him.

It was as if it were tangible, and even the air became thick.

So... the next step should be mutual probing from all sides.

After confirming there were no monitors or listening devices, he closed the door.

He glanced at the numerous packages, found a large woven bag, put them all in, and dragged it to the living room.

"Auntie, I don't need this trash anymore."

"Ah?"

The cleaning lady looked at the unopened packages in the bag, giving Shen Bei a prodigal look: "Then I'll help you throw them away."

The cleaning lady loved this kind of thing the most.

She put the woven bag into her small cart, feigning reluctance.

Shen Bei didn't have time to individually check if the packages had been tampered with or had anything installed.

He simply threw them all away.

It saved time, worry, and effort.

Then, Shen Bei wasted no more time.

Seizing every second, he began to Cultivate Martial Skills.

Actually, there were many more moves to the Seven Stars Fist, but developing them was extremely difficult.

Learning other Martial Skills for self-preservation was more effective at this time.

Of course, Shen Bei thought more about taking the initiative; the opening to tear through the enemy could be found in the delivery man.

He took out the copied Cultivation Technique.

Shen Bei spent three full days comprehending and reading it.

As for classes?

He directly took leave!

Anyway, Professor Gu Xinrou was on his side, so he didn't have to worry about losing points.

These four days.

Shen Bei attempted to Cultivate the "Dragon-Form Flying Tiger" Martial Skill.

"Tiger Pounce, Dragon Swim!"

With a long roar, he executed the footwork, and in his mind, the images of an Azure Dragon and a White Tiger appeared, the Dragon and Tiger swimming in the abyss.

His body was like a swimming Dragon, his Qi like a fierce Tiger, his whole body's aura flowed, and within his internal organs, a real rhythm was struck.

Dragon Inhale!

Tiger Swallow!

Dragon Essence!

Tiger Fierce!

While moving, in a trance, Fang Han entered the Realm of forgetting self and objects once more. His internal organs seemed to shrink limitlessly, shrinking, shrinking, and shrinking again, condensing into lumps.

Internally, solid as iron!

Puff!

Suddenly, his Qi surged upwards, and Shen Bei felt a thick phlegm stuck in his throat, making him uncomfortable like a broken bellows. So, with a cough, he immediately spat out a large mouthful of bloody phlegm.

After spitting out the bloody phlegm, his whole body felt refreshed.

Shen Bei pressed his tongue against his palate, and immediately his mouth filled with saliva, as if there was a divine nectar in his mouth. With a slight movement, the divine nectar between his tongue gurgled out, like a gentle breeze, wrapping around his body, making his entire interior feel clear and cool.

Hard Cultivation!

Hundreds and thousands of times of hard Cultivation!

It was imminent, dark clouds pressing down, a storm brewing!

Whoever threatens me, Shen Bei, I will retaliate with a vengeance!

Only I, Shen Bei, can devour others; who dares to covet even a single finger of mine?

Annihilate!