High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late

Chapter 541 - 387: Mysterious Purple Jade, Martial Saint Secret Technique

"No chance?"

"Yes, no chance. Truly a monster."

Silence fell for a moment on the other end of the call from An San. The Phantom Demon, ranked fourth among the demons, is indeed a monster capable of assassinating martial arts powerhouses on the Quasi Martial Saint List.

Members of the Dark Department do not act publicly, serving as the shadow of the War Zone, responsible for cleaning up and handling matters inconvenient for the War Zone.

An San thought he was accustomed to life and death, willing to die without batting an eye for the War Zone, even in the next second.

But he did not wish for that person to be Su Mu.

An San was silent, his face showing deep sorrow. Whether it was Marshal Qian or Marshal Yue, they both valued Su Mu greatly, often saying things like ’Su Mu will surely be the dawn of my Southern War Zone, the Military Department, and even Huaxia.’

But now, it was white-haired elders sending off the young...

If possible, he would rather exchange his own life for Su Mu’s.

After a long sigh, An San inquired, "What’s happening on Tianmu Mountain?"

"It was brutal. We arrived a step too late, and everything was over when we got there."

"Those who killed my War Zone people must pay. The Phantom Demon must die. Tell me which direction he fled in?" An San’s cold voice came through the phone.

"Then look for him, and if you find a body, bring it back. If not, bring back any items related to Su Mu..."

An San’s voice, filled with killing intent, was quickly interrupted.

Bring back Su Mu’s body?

Hearing this, An Wu and An Liu beside him were slightly taken aback, realizing belatedly that they seemed to not be on the same page.

"Wait, An San, what are you talking about? You got it wrong."

"I got it wrong?"

"That’s right, you got it wrong. The monster I mentioned is Su Mu..."

"Hmm? You’re saying the monster is Su Mu? What does that mean? Didn’t you say there was no chance?"

The person on the other end was clearly taken aback, sounding puzzled.

"An San, you misunderstood. When An Liu and I arrived at the scene, both Su Mu and the Phantom Demon had vanished without a trace; their battle had already ended..."

"Then we saw a token hanging mid-air in Tianmu Mountain, the demon token of the Fourth Demon..."

"There was also a large crater on the mountain, comparable to a small Beast Cave."

At this point, An Wu felt somewhat dazed, repeating the words again, as if convincing An San and himself.

All of a sudden.

Dead silence ensued until much later; An San spoke again on the phone.

"How long did their battle last?"

"From the explosion of that missile, it definitely didn’t last more than three minutes..." An Wu voiced out with trembling words, disbelief evident in his tone.

This was the key reason for the reverence and shock that enveloped An Wu and An Liu.

Their estimation of three minutes was conservative.

Because after the missile exploded, Su Mu arriving and encountering the Phantom Demon would take time, and the Phantom Demon, excelling in illusions, would often require more time to kill.

Thus, the actual duration of the fight must have been much less than three minutes.

Being able to conclude the fight in such a short time.

This meant...

There was a considerable disparity in their strengths, making it a one-sided battle.

In short, the newly ascended Grandmaster Su Mu instantly killed the Fourth Demon!

...

When Su Mu returned to the business compartment, he paused slightly.

The satellite phone on the table showed a dozen missed calls during the time he was dealing with a minor issue.

Undoubtedly, Su Mu knew these must be from the Dark Department.

"I was a bit rushed just now..."

Su Mu picked up the phone just as another call came in, but upon answering, he only heard the sound of a gale, no voice speaking.

"An San? Phantom Demon..."

Su Mu was about to say something, but the other party didn’t give him a chance to continue and hung up quickly.

Looking at the disconnected call, Su Mu was slightly dazed.

"It’s reasonable for Dark Department people to act a bit strangely?"

The call ended, and confirming Su Mu was alive, the Taicang Mountain Range shook violently, being the result of An San and others, too joyful to contain themselves.

After the celebrations, looking at the ravaged mountains, An Si hesitated a little.

"An San, won’t we get a scolding from the boss for this?"

"No worries, nobody lives in these mountains, and nobody saw us do it. As long as we don’t cause trouble within the War Zone, the boss will cover for us."

"Causing trouble in the War Zone? Isn’t that courting death?"

"There are exceptions to everything...rumor has it someone tore down several General Level dorms in the War Zone recently."

"Something like that happened? Why haven’t I heard of it?"

With disbelief on his face, An Si couldn’t fathom who dared to act like that.

...

"Is someone thinking about me?"

Inside the train, Su Mu suddenly sneezed.

Before long, Su Mu took out a Space Ring, the one belonging to the Fourth Demon, the Phantom Demon, whose spoils inside Su Mu hadn’t yet examined.

A flash of spiritual light revealed a purple, translucent jade pendant.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air turned foggy, with spiritual Qi rising sharply.

"Spirit Stone?"

"No, even top-grade Spirit Stones aren’t so rich in spiritual Qi."

Su Mu isolated the compartment with spiritual power and then carefully examined the Purple Jade.

"In the same volume, this Purple Jade holds energy equivalent to at least ten thousand top-grade Spirit Stones."

Reaching this conclusion, Su Mu himself was taken aback.

One top-grade Spirit Stone is approximately equivalent to three thousand low-grade Spirit Stones in exchange ratio, containing about a third of their energy, so a thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

One pound of Spirit Marrow is worth a million low-grade Spirit Stones, with about one-fifth of the energy, equating to two hundred thousand low-grade Spirit Stones.

This tiny Purple Jade is equivalent to ten million low-grade Spirit Stones, comparable to fifty pounds of Spirit Marrow.

"Must be a higher-tier energy crystal than Spirit Stones... though amazing, it still pales compared to the Black Fog of the Master of Black Fog."

The one stream of Black Fog Su Mu sealed is equivalent to ten thousand pounds of Spirit Marrow, with energy concentrations hundreds of times that of Purple Jade.

After inspecting it, Su Mu infused spiritual power into the purple jade pendant.

Instantly, martial arts information surfaced in his mind.

"Martial Saint Illusion?"

The purple jade pendant was a volume of Martial Saint Secret Technique, part of the payment Sima Jingshu gave to the Phantom Demon. Now, the Phantom Demon’s life and death lay at Su Mu’s discretion.

This volume of unsolved Martial Saint Secret Technique naturally belonged to Su Mu now.

"A wonderfully exquisite method for using spiritual power!"

Su Mu’s eyes lit up, a joy in his heart.

The Martial Saint Illusion allows one to use spiritual power to condense an external incarnation, whose strength isn’t fixed, depending on the energy injected by the cultivator. The potential and number of illusions depend on the cultivator’s spiritual strength.

The secret technique had annotations, presumably cultivation insights from the Overlord Blade Martial Saint, noting the incarnation’s strength could roughly reach one-tenth of the original, though requiring great effort.

"Using spiritual power to condense an external incarnation, worthy of the Overlord Blade Martial Saint ruling the Martial Saint Tower related to souls; this secret technique must stem from the Martial Saint Tower."

"In the future, I can create incarnations to stay with Miaomiao and others."

Su Mu immediately thought about the Overlord Blade Martial Saint Illusion that once tried to kill him, now having acquired this secret technique.

After comprehending the Martial Saint Illusion multiple times,

Su Mu had a sudden insight, his eyes flashing with expectation.

"One-tenth of the original’s strength is merely the Overlord Blade Martial Saint’s limit, not mine."

"Perhaps I can attempt to integrate Desolate Thought with the Martial Saint Illusion..."