C8 Someone Was Thinking about the Divine Weapon!

Yang Jin served as the Third Commander of the Faywyvern Military Department. His martial prowess was at the Middle Level Martial Ancestor, which wasn't enough to dominate the entire department.

Particularly formidable was the Great Commander Lu Yang, rumored to hail from Wellice—one of the Human Alliance's three major cities. Even Xu Renli treaded carefully around him.

Following the skirmish, the coffee shop's patrons scattered in terror.

The manager, with a wry smile, approached Xu Renli.

"Sir, you're responsible for the damage to this table. How do you intend to settle this?"

Shi Lang was livid.

"Step aside. He's the one who brought this upon himself!"

With a hefty kick, he sent the unconscious Xia Yiyu sliding across the floor to the manager's feet. "He's the instigator. Seek your compensation from him!"

Afterward, Xu Renli and Shi Lang departed, climbing into a waiting vehicle.

Shi Lang, seated in the passenger seat, frantically dialed Yang Jin's number multiple times, only to find no signal. Unable to reach Yang Jin, he slumped back, his frustration palpable.

"This is bad! The boss might be at the front lines by now. If he finds out I botched this, he'll have my hide for sure!"

Shi Lang yanked off his wig and scrubbed away the makeup, trading his disguise for a fresh set of clothes. Revealed was a strikingly handsome young man.

He turned to Xu Renli in the back seat, his eyes pleading.

"Deputy Xu, could you possibly help me out..."

"Don't worry, I'll vouch for you," Xu Renli quickly assured him. After a brief pause, he added, "But you know the military's rules. Once a mission's failed, excuses won't change the outcome. So... you'd better hope Yang Jin doesn't assign you a suicide mission to behead a mutant Martial Ancestor in enemy territory."

"No!" Shi Lang's cry was one of despair.

Xu Renli kept to himself that he shared some blame for the destroyed documents at the coffee shop.

But it wasn't entirely his fault.

After all, a thirty-one-year-old lifelong bachelor might understandably struggle in such charged situations, reacting a bit slower than expected.

Though he hadn't received the investigative files he'd come for in Faywyvern City, it wasn't to say he left empty-handed.

Xu Renli made a significant discovery: Evil Demons had started to seep into Faywyvern. Some Martial Cultivators and even Martial Masters who had retreated from the front lines might have been possessed by Evil Spirits. This was a considerable threat that needed to be addressed immediately.

Xu Renli promptly called Yu Yong and briefly explained the situation. He learned that Yu Yong and his team had encountered a deranged Martial Cultivator in a residential area, suspected of being possessed. To prevent civilian casualties, they had no choice but to eliminate the threat on the spot.

Yu Yong's response over the phone was crisp and decisive. "Deputy Xu, the Purple Luolan Coffeehouse, right? I'm on my way!"

Before leaving the coffeehouse, Shi Lang had already notified the Defense Bureau to secure Xia Yunyi. Once Yu Yong's team arrived, they planned to use specialized techniques to extract information from Xia Yunyi, such as the location of possession, the actions taken post-possession, and any people they came into contact with. They hoped to uncover leads from these details.

However, Xu Renli no longer needed to concern himself with these matters. He trusted Yu Yong to handle the situation effectively.

Twenty minutes later, Xu Renli's car came to a halt in front of the bus station. "Deputy Xu, take care," Shi Lang said with a respectful expression, watching the imposing figure disappear into the crowd, and he couldn't help but muse, "Martial Ancestors truly stand apart—their strategic thinking and commanding presence are beyond compare... Will I ever reach that level one day?"

Upon attaining the Martial Ancestor realm, one begins to temper every bone in the body, concentrating the marrow's essence until their bones are as tough as grade A alloy, reminiscent of the indestructible Vajra from the movies. Even a collision with a truck speeding at 120 kilometers per hour would result in mere minor injuries for them. In essence, Martial Ancestors are incredibly hard to kill.

As a bus pulled away from the station, Xu Renli settled into a window seat, his eyes slightly narrowed. The holographic display in his mind flickered to life, revealing his personal information.

Host: Xu Renli

Boundary: Top-tier Martial Cultivator (Complete skin tempering successful, right arm flesh and blood +?)

Vitality: 981 cal

Spirit: 95 points

Over the course of the day, he had utilized the Blood Explosion Finger technique twice, depleting 20 cal of his Vitality.

As for his own gains, he managed a meager increase of just 1 cal of Vitality, the pace of which was disappointingly slow.

"A whole day's gone by, and that girl Mu Yueqi hasn't reported any Vitality gains. She's probably been too caught up in her fun. When she gets back to the mountain, I'll have to give her a serious catch-up session."

I'm sure she'll be thrilled to bits.

The real issue, though, is the past few days of training have burned through a significant amount of precious Vitality-boosting herbs, costing tens of millions.

At this rate, Xu Renli's fortune of several hundred million might not even last a few months.

According to Xu Renli's plan, once Mu Yueqi's Vitality hits 200 cal, she should be in line for a guaranteed spot at Wellice's premier Martial University.

Then, he could take a job at the university and support Mu Yueqi from the shadows.

Wellice's first Martial University, an elite institution of the Human Alliance, only accepts Martial Dao prodigies. With its abundance of cultivation resources, it's an ideal place for Mu Yueqi to flourish.

Rumor has it that the university's lecturers are at least Grand Martial Masters, the mentors are Martial Ancestors, and the principal is said to be a Martial King!

"Hmm? Spirit?"

Suddenly, Xu Renli noticed a new line of numbers on his panel, indicating the strength of his spirit.

Below the rank of Martial King, one focuses on physically tempering each part of the body, but beyond that, the cultivation of the elusive spirit takes precedence.

"95 points. Is that good or bad? I just used it; did it deplete my spirit? And how exactly do I train this thing?"

Xu Renli had minimal exposure to the concept of spirit and was left to make wild guesses.

In Faywyvern, nestled against the mountains, stood a villa with opulent and tasteful interior decor. An elderly man with gold-rimmed glasses sat regally on the sofa.

"My dear grandson, your grandfather once shared a bond with this Martial Ancestor. Though he's since retired and his prowess in the Martial Dao has declined, his legacy remains intact..."

"The Thirteen Striding Thunder Legs technique, right?"

Across from the elder, a twenty-year-old youth lounged on the sofa, his posture careless and a hint of impatience on his face as he huffed.

"Grandpa, are you overthinking it? That guy got away from the Evil Demon, and rumor has it his right leg, the one famed for the Thirteen Thunder technique, is utterly ruined. Doesn't that just prove... that this so-called combat skill is worthless? Why bother with him at all? It's embarrassing!"

A has-been cripple, without power or martial skills post-retirement—why suck up to him?

Zhao Wushang was baffled.

"Fool!"

Zhao Zhen, seething with anger, unleashed a palm strike.

Crash.

A solid wooden coffee table splintered into fragments.

"Trying to scare me again? What's this, the seventeenth piece of furniture you've smashed this month?"

Zhao Wushang grumbled, his disdain tempered as he straightened up and adopted a grave expression.

"Grandpa, let's set aside the combat skills for a moment. Given that man's former strength and status, he might possess a Divine Weapon. At the very least, it would be a Grade B, or perhaps even a Grade A Superalloy Divine Weapon!"