High School Student with Immortal Race System

Although he had mastered Curse Engraving by a stroke of luck, as a Martial Artist, Yang Shen’s methods were completely different from those of the Exotic Strange Guests.

He didn’t scatter them about like a celestial maiden scattering flowers, nor did he use large quantities of the material to bulk up his limbs.

In a way, this was a method the Exotic Strange Guests used to increase their lethality, simply because their physical conditioning was far inferior to that of Martial Artists.

As for Yang Shen, every one of his blows packed inexhaustible, brute strength and was a killing strike. Applying Curse Engraving as a bizarre, ever-changing weapon was the optimal solution for him.

And Long Jiu was no less impressive, defusing every crisis one by one amidst the extremely dangerous close-quarters combat.

It was as if this girl, no older than seventeen, had sixteen years of experience as a killer!

The two remaining members of the Rebel Species started looking for cover, completely ignoring their comrade nailed to the wall. They had no intention of saving him whatsoever.

But Long Jiu possessed exceptional combat intelligence. After being bested once, Yang Shen couldn’t find another opportunity for a sneak attack.

Fortunately, Yang Shen wasn’t alone...

Xu Bamboo’s agile figure swept past the battling Yang Shen and Long Jiu, heading straight for the two hiding men.

The young man with the Finger Tiger threw a punch to block in front of his chest, but felt the sword’s edge deftly slice in between the Finger Tiger’s blades, then pull and guide his fist aside.

With an exquisite combination of Cloud Mist Eighteen Falls and Cyan Yuan Swordsmanship, Xu Bamboo dismantled the man’s defenses as skillfully as a master butcher carving an ox.

The next moment, the blade surged upward like a Spiritual Snake and struck the man square in the chest.

The only regrettable thing was that this was Xu Bamboo’s training sword; it wasn’t fully sharpened. Although it broke the skin and entered the flesh, it failed to run the man completely through.

The chaotic battle on the first floor erupted in an instant. The man standing lookout outside, either having received an order or heard the commotion, also rushed in to provide support.

As soon as one of them rushed in, he said, "They called the police after all! It seems like property management is on the move, too. Should we retreat?"

He turned his head and—good heavens—one of his accomplices was nailed to the wall, his entire body being roasted by flames.

’Bro... you smell really good...’

’No, that’s not right... you look a little overcooked...’

A key characteristic of illegal organizations is their lack of unity. At the slightest setback, their minds would immediately turn to thoughts of retreat.

But that didn’t include one person: Long Jiu.

This girl, who had remained expressionless, unresponsive, and impassive from the very beginning, suddenly spoke—whether she had received an order or for some other reason. "Flee... and be hunted for eternity..."

Everyone shuddered and obediently suppressed the idea.

Long Jiu had no will of her own. The one speaking was clearly the Sub-Altar Master!

He had always raised Long Jiu as if she were his own granddaughter, and no one was allowed to touch her.

Although his position was a bit unstable because of the lost Dragon Jade, no one dared to defy him, as the consequences would truly be a fate worse than death!

And so, the scene descended further into chaos...

Seven people were locked in a chaotic brawl on the first floor!

With a human kebab still hanging on the wall.

The tantalizing aroma of a Maillard reaction filled the air.

The man had stopped struggling... His body was charred black, but the flames still hadn’t gone out...

Even Yang Shen hadn’t figured out this special flame yet. It seemed... simply impossible to extinguish...

No... to be precise, if it landed on the floor or the walls, it wouldn’t last for long.

After all, as Yang Shen and Long Jiu clashed like striking anvils, quite a bit had splattered about.

But on a human body, it seemed to be able to burn "Source."

As long as the flesh and blood in a body contained "Source," the flame was as unstoppable as a fire in a dry haystack, continuing until everything was burned to a crisp...

This anomaly terrified the remaining members of the Rebel Species. Whenever a single spark flew from Yang Shen, they scattered as if they’d seen a hand grenade, which in turn gave Xu Bamboo more openings.

Finally, during one man’s panicked retreat, Xu Bamboo’s longsword struck from the side like a phantom. Relying on the sturdiness of the unsharpened blade alone, he crushed the man’s throat.

’Who says you can’t kill someone with an unsharpened blade?’

’With enough force, anything is lethal.’

It was Xu Bamboo’s first kill, yet he felt little fear.

With this breakthrough, the situation changed rapidly. Yang Shen saw an opportunity and, with a single thrust of his spear, nailed the already injured Finger Tiger youth to the wall.

Now, only Long Jiu, one other member of the Rebel Species, and the lookout outside remained on the field.

If they were normal people, this would be considered a rout. They should have been thinking about escaping.

But Long Jiu was clearly not a normal person. From the start of the battle until now, her face, which was as perfectly rendered as a video game character’s, hadn’t betrayed a single shred of emotion.

It seemed she would either complete her mission...

Or die here!

Of course, with her strength, victory was always a possibility. Perhaps the very next mistake would be the one that left Yang Shen lying on the ground!

And in Yang Shen’s Array perception, another intruder had appeared upstairs...

He subconsciously glanced at Xu Bamboo but quickly hid the look in his eyes...

As if he knew nothing...

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「While the first floor was locked in a fierce battle, the second floor was no less chaotic.」

In the spacious, opulent, European-style master bedroom, a hidden door in a massive wardrobe stood open, revealing a person-sized safe room inside.

It looked like a heavy, person-sized safe, and its construction was indeed similar. It was stocked with water, medicine, and an alarm system. The outer walls were made of a high-strength alloy dozens of centimeters thick and weighed several tons.

In theory, even a True Gang Realm Martial Artist would have to expend considerable effort to break it open with brute force.

Ye Qingyao had already scrambled inside and, with lingering terror, had called the police, her voice hoarse from screaming.

Outside, Jin Wu clutched a wound in his side, his face pale as he bled profusely.

"Open the door! President Ye! It’s me! There’s really no danger outside!"

Ye Qingyao’s vicious, muffled voice came from inside: "Go away!"

Listening to the increasingly violent commotion and occasional screams from downstairs, Jin Wu was hardly willing to leave. "President Ye! It can really fit two people! We can squeeze! I’ll reward you handsomely after this!"

Ye Qingyao roared, "You’re the one who led these people here! Why would I ever let you in! If you have any shame at all, get the hell away from here!"

Jin Wu felt his strength waning and his breath growing short.

Even for a "factory-farmed" Innate like him, he didn’t have an infinite amount of blood to lose...

He didn’t know how many of his internal organs were ruptured. The fact that he was still standing was a feat in itself.

Jin Wu gritted his teeth. "Open the door! I’ll give you money... 10 million!"

Ye Qingyao scoffed, "Jinkang is about to collapse. You think I haven’t heard?"

"I’ll give you the Moon Gu! It’s yours!"

"President Ye! The college entrance exams are in just twenty days! If I don’t get inside, they’re going to take it from you!"

It was a desperate gamble, but unexpectedly, Ye Qingyao actually hesitated.

"You... you slide it in first!"

Even at a time like this, Ye Qingyao still hadn’t forgotten her "grand life plan."

A ten-centimeter-high slit opened at the bottom of the massive safe. Ye Qingyao’s voice was clearer now. "Give it to me first, then we’ll talk."

"Fuck you, you damn bitch! Do you take me for a fucking idiot?! Fuck! Hurry up and open the door!"

Just as they reached a stalemate, a strange person dropped down from a second-floor window without any warning.

He wore a hooded sweatshirt that was somewhat dirty and worn. His head was bowed, and half of his face was covered by a black substance.

Jin Wu’s soul nearly fled his body. ’This style!’ he thought.

’He’s clearly not a good person!’

Thinking of the hot potato in his hands, he immediately forgot all about the Moon Gu. He left the item on the floor and continued to flee, clutching his wound and leaving a trail of blood. It seemed he couldn’t hold on for much longer.

Black Rope watched Jin Wu flee but had no intention of pursuing him. That was not why he had come...

Just moments before, while outside the courtyard, Black Rope had noticed the intense fighting on the villa’s first floor. Based on his understanding of Yanhua over the past month, he knew that the police would arrive quickly in this kind of situation.

However, when he tried to make contact using his family’s Secret Technique, no one responded...

This put him on alert. ’Have I fallen into a trap? Are the people from the Rebel Species setting me up?’

Thus, he chose to enter through the second floor to take a look first.

He paid no mind to the fleeing Jin Wu, as the man didn’t seem like the type to use Gu. Black Rope pressed his palms together, and the tattoos on his body transformed into myriad tendrils.

They spread through the cracks in the floorboards, across the walls, and over the ceiling... like countless, tiny black blood vessels.

This was his family’s Secret Technique, a method for exploring a space: the "Tenth Sense."

It could simulate the five human senses, constructing a second, more sensitive set of "Special Perceptions" with a much wider range.

Even within his family’s legacy, it was an exceptionally profound ability.

The half of the Jade he had stolen had allowed him to improve immensely in a short time, to the point of surpassing his own older brother... the man who had gouged out his own eyes in the pharmacy.

The tiny black blood vessels spread rapidly, occasionally sprouting even smaller eyes, ears, noses, and mouths...

It was a terrifying sight.

All Black Rope had to do was stand in place and sense his surroundings.

Suddenly... a stir in the corner that he had initially paid no mind to caught his attention.

He turned his head and saw a massive iron cabinet. It looked exceptionally thick... with only a narrow slit at the bottom.

A wooden box was wedged in the opening, and a delicate female hand was reaching out from inside, constantly trying to drag it in.

"Strange! It’s just out of reach..."

Inside the cramped safe room, the screen displayed the view outside... where the strange, sweatshirt-clad figure was slowly walking up to the safe room and curiously eyeing the camera.

However, Ye Qingyao, preoccupied with lying on the floor to get the box, was completely oblivious.

"Jin Wu! Jin Wu, where are you! Since you agreed, just give it a push for me! I’ll definitely open the door for you!"

Black Rope squatted down, watching the outstretched hand with cold indifference from the side.

One of the black blood vessels from the surroundings suddenly split off... dangling from the ceiling and hovering in front of the slit.

The wisp of black substance twisted, morphing into the shape of a human nose... Dangling from a single tendril, it twitched in mid-air a few times, as if sniffing...

A hideous expression gradually appeared on Black Rope’s formerly impassive face...

He smelled it...

’The scent of Gu...’

Black Rope didn’t know what it was, nor did he know who was inside.

He didn’t care...

"Anyone who uses Gu deserves to die..."

He waved his hand, and a portion of the black blood vessels from all around split off, surging through the slit and into the safe room.

Ye Qingyao let out a terrified scream.

"What is this! Who’s outside?!"

"Xu Bamboo! Xu Bamboo! Save me! AHHH!!!"

The dense sound of sharp objects piercing flesh, the gurgle of flowing blood... the slump of a limp body...

A large amount of blood flowed out from inside. The hanging black "nose" transformed again, this time into the shape of lips, extending a tongue to lap at the warm blood.

"Hmph... such a nauseating, rotten smell..."

Black Rope turned and left nonchalantly, as if he had just squashed a bug on the side of the road. He paid no mind to the person inside, nor to the sandalwood box.

And downstairs, the corners of a certain someone’s mouth curled up subconsciously beneath his helmet.

’This is Cyan Blue...’

’No matter how stable and orderly society may seem on the surface... no matter how shrewdly a person schemes, or how wealthy they are.’

’Only strength is the final guarantee...’

’Justice might be late, and it might have its reservations...’

’But violence won’t.’

==Portal==

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