High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 678: Chapter 450: Celestial Cross City Lord’s Mansion—Some Will Never See Tomorrow’s Sun (Part 3)

Quickly, a female soldier walked over briskly, handing over a towel and tea. Su Xiaoyue accepted them and said sweetly, "Thank you, Sister Mu!"

The elder heard Xiaoyue’s muttering and laughed heartily, "Xiaoyue, you are indeed no weakling, truly worthy of being the daughter of Lord Su Mu. You haven’t even started Bone Tempering yet, and you can already rival a Fourth Level Martial Artist..."

"At your age, Xiaoyue, I was probably still playing with mud."

The elder spoke with an especially serious tone, and the warriors at the edge of the Martial Arts Arena were shocked at heart upon hearing.

Not yet a Martial Artist but capable of rivaling a Fourth Level Martial Artist—if someone else had said this, their first thought might have been disbelief. However, the elder before them was no ordinary person.

Zhao Dong, a Five-Star Commander-in-Chief of the Southern War Zone, a formidable expert in Martial Arts, a Titled Grandmaster.

When Xiaoyue heard the praise, her bright, crystal-clear eyes curved into crescent moons, and she quickly posed her daily question.

"Grandpa Zhao, do you know when my dad might come back?"

Upon hearing this, the elder’s eyes flickered for a moment, then he smiled and shook his head, "Lord Su Mu went on a special mission, so I’m temporarily unsure of his precise whereabouts, but it should be soon. He should be coming back soon."

"Grandpa Zhao, when can I start Body Tempering? I want to become a true Martial Artist, a powerful warrior like my dad!"

Upon hearing this question and hearing Xiaoyue mention Su Mu.

The elder showed respect but also hesitated. The War Zone had checked Xiaoyue’s body many times recently, and his earlier praise of Xiaoyue’s ability to rival a Fourth Level Martial Artist wasn’t mere flattery.

Xiaoyue’s innate Spiritual Power is not only strong, but the Qi Blood Power within her body is also not weak. In addition to her pure Qi Blood Power, the Immortal Power left behind by Su Mu nourishes day and night, so Xiaoyue’s flesh—though not yet started on Bone Tempering—is already far beyond the strength limit of a First Level Martial Artist’s flesh, comparable to a Third Level Martial Artist.

However, human Martial Arts has developed for thousands of years, and the consensus among all Martial Artists is that Bone Tempering starts at fifteen. If other warriors wanted to try earlier, it wouldn’t matter.

Xiaoyue isn’t an ordinary person; she is the daughter of the future god of the Military Department, Lord Su Mu.

Su Mu’s wife, Jiang Miaomiao, has yet to awaken. If Xiaoyue were to encounter a setback in cultivation, Zhao Dong could not bear that burden, nor could anyone in the Southern War Zone.

"Xiaoyue, Grandpa has some matters to attend to; soon there will be a meeting at the War Zone. Grandpa will come to teach Xiaoyue tomorrow, so you prepare ahead of time. Foodies and Hong Lie should be over by the back hill, Xiaoyue, you can go find them."

After saying this, Zhao Dong, the Commander-in-Chief of the Southern War Zone, hurriedly turned and left.

Su Xiaoyue pouted, reminiscing over today’s actual combat process repeatedly in her mind, then left the manor after carefully digesting it. She didn’t go find Foodie and Uncle Hong but instead headed to the War Zone Hospital.

"Next time dad returns, Xiaoyue must give him a big surprise..."

Watching the petite figure murmur as she moved farther away, Mu Feng couldn’t help but show a face full of affectionate doting, but soon a worry surfaced on her brow.

Mu Feng was aware of the incident following the battle at Shenjiang Bay when Lord Su Mu disappeared.

Currently, there are still no reports from the bay, but the warriors persistently search day and night. All the warriors in the Southern War Zone, in all Five Major War Zones, firmly believe in one thing.

Their god of the Military Department will surely return!

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"This distance is enough; everyone, move back..."

"Yes, Master!"

In the carriage, Su Mu’s figure flickered and then vanished from within. He gazed at the darkness behind him, quietly waiting.