Martial Arts: I Have Diligence Reward System

”Zhao Qian’en, counting the time, you should be on your way back. After I’m gone, the Zhao Qi Army will be left to you.”

”Remember to look at what I left you. As for Cang Ji’s head, only you are qualified to take it.”

”Little brother‑in‑law, I failed your sister, I’ve let down your nephew, and I indirectly got your parents killed. All of this began because of Cang Ji. I’ll use my own life to bring this feud to an end!”

Lin Dongqi took out the family portrait again.

This time, a ball of flame appeared in his palm and he directly set the family portrait on fire.

From now on, he’d never have to look at it again!

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Inside the war camp!

Mu Jingliang, Mo Qizheng, and Bai Zonghui were all waiting for Lin Dongqi’s orders.

They were Ninth Grade as well, but their mission was to assist Lin Dongqi in holding off Cang Ji. All military commands were still subject to Lin Dongqi.

So the three of them waited in silence.

”General Mu, is Cang Ji really that terrifying?”

Bai Zonghui had only been Eighth Grade before, and he’d always been with the Bianhan Corps, far from the Third Battlefield. He’d heard of Cang Ji, but had no real idea how strong that man actually was.

They were both Divine Elders of the Yangxiang Race—how much stronger could he be than Mo Kai?

And Bai Hui Sect had also discovered something strange.

In the Zhao Qi Corps he had an acquaintance, Zhao Qian’en, but this guy was actually nowhere to be seen?

With something this big happening, where did Zhao Qian’en run off to?

Did he desert?

They were a batch of strongmen who graduated from Wuda together, and had openly and secretly competed back then. At that time Zhao Qian’en had the highest talent.

But the world is unpredictable—Bai Hui Sect had actually been the first to break through to Grandmaster.

He’d originally wanted to show off in front of Zhao Qian’en a bit.

Now that plan had gone up in smoke.

But Zhao Qian’en was, after all, a Vice Admiral of the Zhao Qi Corps. This was internal business of the Zhao Qi Corps, and it wasn’t his place to ask around.

Cang Ji was the key point.

”I’ve crossed hands with Cang Ji before—total defeat!”

Mu Jingliang gave a bitter smile.

There was nothing shameful about losing to Cang Ji.

It couldn’t be helped. In the Eight Races Sacred Land of the Alien Race, Cang Ji was also a first‑rate powerhouse.

Lin Dongqi was the unlucky one.

He’d tangled with Cang Ji for so many years; saying it wasn’t torture would be a lie.

Fortunately, Cang Ji often went back to the Eight Races Sacred Land, so the Third Battlefield wasn’t in constant warfare, or Lin Dongqi would have long since gone mad.

”Those seven Grandmasters—how are we supposed to rescue them?

”Cang Ji is holding the Celestial Net Prison from the Eight Races Sacred Land. He’s threatening Lin Dongqi because his goal is to kill him.”

Mo Qizheng’s dark face looked even older.

He was consumed with worry; the furrow in his brow hadn’t relaxed once.

”What kind of treasure is the Celestial Net Prison?”

Bai Hui Sect had just broken through to Ninth Grade, and there were still many things he wasn’t familiar with.

”It’s a treasure the Yangxiang Race uses for life‑and‑death duels, an absolute‑pinnacle level demon artifact. Once a person activates the Celestial Net Prison, it sends out a challenge to the death. If the other accepts, the two of them will be locked into a single area, and in the end only one person can walk out alive—no death, no rest.

”But in a one‑on‑one with Cang Ji, Lin Dongqi has basically no chance of survival. And once this Celestial Net Prison is activated, even an absolute pinnacle can’t break it. It’s a supreme rule.

”If I were Lin Dongqi, I wouldn’t even know what to do!”

Mo Qizheng shook his head, sighing nonstop.

It was simply despair.

”A demon artifact that even the absolute pinnacle can’t tear open—then General Lin is really in grave danger.

”It’s a pity that on the high‑tier battlefields the Divine Land can’t get any advantage, and on the lower‑tier battlefields there’s even less hope of sending anyone to rescue them.

”This is a dead end.

”Was it the Bianhan Corps killing that Alien Race Grandmaster in Thunder Sacrifice City that enraged Cang Ji?”

Bai Hui Sect felt a bit guilty.

He knew in his heart that the Thunder Sacrifice City incident had made the Yangxiang Race especially hate the Divine Land.

The reason Cang Ji was pressing so hard, even at all costs, might purely be to vent his anger.

”It has nothing to do with the Bianhan Corps. Cang Ji wants to break through to absolute pinnacle as soon as possible; he can only do that by refining a fresh Ninth Grade heart. Lin Dongqi just happened to become his target.

”Even without the Thunder Sacrifice City incident, this war was never going to be avoided.”

Mo Qizheng shook his head.

The Alien Race’s desire to annihilate the Divine Land had never stopped, not for a single minute.

”Right. Cang Ji’s been brewing my death for many years, and I’ve been wanting to kill him too.

”The hatred between us can’t be made clear with words anymore.”

At this moment, Lin Dongqi walked over calmly.

”I’m grateful to the three of you for coming to support me.”

Lin Dongqi cupped his fists to Mu Jingliang and the others.

”Old Lin, don’t be so polite. You’ve been fighting Cang Ji for so many years—it really hasn’t been easy on you.”

Mu Jingliang let out a sigh.

”Old Mu, it hasn’t been easy on you either. Last time in that great battle on the Northern Battlefield, didn’t you almost blow yourself up!

”No battlefield is easy. It’s just that I, Lin Dongqi, am a bit useless, that’s all.”

Lin Dongqi shook his head.

”It’s not the same.”

Mu Jingliang shook his head.

Speaking of that self‑detonation, if his son‑in‑law hadn’t stepped in and turned the tide, the grass over his grave would have needed trimming by now.

”General Lin, Cang Ji has issued a challenge. What do you plan to do?”

Bai Zonghui hurriedly asked.

”Of course I’ll meet him in battle!

”With the enemy already pounding on our front gate, how could I possibly cower?

”As for those seven Grandmasters, they are my subordinates. There’s no way I, Lin Dongqi, would just sit by and watch!”

Lin Dongqi smiled faintly, his tone very calm.

”But...”

Bai Zonghui was still deeply worried.

”Old Lin, you’re not really planning to go one‑on‑one with Cang Ji, are you!”

Mu Jingliang’s pupils flickered; he truly was worried.

”We’ll play it by ear. Even if I, Lin Dongqi, die, I’ll make sure Cang Ji sheds a layer of skin first!

”Everyone, let’s go meet the enemy!”

Lin Dongqi nodded to Mu Jingliang, then smiled, his face utterly composed.

As for Yuan Xingzi’s plan, Lin Dongqi saw no need to tell the others.

Because it involved a certain Xu Baiyan, and Mu Jingliang happened to be Su Qingfeng’s in‑law. A lot of things could spiral out of control.