High-Martial World: System Arrives 30 Years Late-Chapter 316 - 265: 43 Blood Letters

Approaching the Dragon Palace, in front of that magnificent cluster of ancient buildings, Su Mu looked surprised. The building before him was completely different from the Giant Ruins he had seen before.

It was grand in a different sense, not merely in terms of size and scale.

The ancient buildings in front of him were resplendent, exceedingly exquisite, perfectly matching the descriptions of the Dragon Palace from his previous life.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze falling on the translucent barrier, where his Spiritual Power vanished like a bull into the sea at the touch of the barrier.

The barrier in front of him isolated the probing of Spiritual Power, and it gave Su Mu an inexplicable sense of danger.

After circling the Dragon Palace, Su Mu found a gateway, where gentle water ripples emanated faintly, faintly revealing Spatial Energy; it was a spatial portal, and there was indeed a keyhole on the entrance.

Hmm?

Su Mu showed a look of doubt.

Because there wasn’t just one keyhole; there were two, one on the left and one on the right, both shaped like half-moons and looking as if they didn’t match the Bronze Key in his hand.

"Let’s give it a try first."

Since he was already here, Su Mu wouldn’t be content to leave untried, and even at this moment, he could still feel the Bronze Key vibrating. Surely, this key has some connection to the Dragon Palace in front of him.

At that moment, Su Mu tried inserting the key into the left keyhole. Soon, surprise flashed in his eyes as the key smoothly fit into the half-moon hole.

Moreover, as the key was inserted, inscriptions in the shape of a dragon lit up along the edges of the entrance.

"Could it be..."

Su Mu attempted to turn the key, and the next second, a burst of silver light erupted.

...

The sensation of weightlessness struck him. Once he was back on solid ground, Su Mu opened his eyes and was dumbfounded.

In front of him lay neither a Dragon Palace nor any ruins.

He knew for sure because...

What appeared before him was a construction site, where workers wearing hard hats and long-sleeved shirts were faintly visible moving around.

"Hmm? What’s that?" 𝐟𝗿𝐞𝚎𝚠𝐞𝚋𝕟𝐨𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝕔𝕠𝚖

"Wow, that’s one huge bird! Look you guys!"

"A bird?"

"Most likely a Fierce Beast kept by a martial artist, right?"

The next second, a red light streaked across the sky. Su Mu patted the foodie on the head and soon descended into the forest below. Su Mu extended his right hand, within which lay a Bronze Key.

His finger touched the device on his wrist, and soon the coordinates and specific location appeared. From the map, it seemed he was currently in the Zhejiang Province area.

Su Mu dragged the map and soon found Huaxia’s Seventh Saint Martial University and South China Saint Martial University on it.

After confirming his exact location, doubt flashed across Su Mu’s eyes.

Just now, he was indeed outside the Dragon Palace, but now he had been teleported out of the Beast Cave, and had even been sent directly from Yun Province to Zhejiang Province.

This created two possibilities.

First, the Bronze Key might indeed be related to the Dragon Palace but is not its entrance key.

Second, to enter the Dragon Palace, one must gather all two keys, or else one would trigger teleportation and be randomly sent away.

Thinking of this, Su Mu put away the key with a thought, looking at the map and murmured.

"Seventh Saint Martial University... South China Saint Martial University, Sima Xie."

...

"Driver, please head to the East District’s Martial Arts University City."

"Got it."

The University City in Zhejiang Province was established in the provincial capital, Lin’an City, whose prosperity was not inferior to Yangcheng in Guangshen Province, perhaps even exceeding it.

Unlike Yangcheng, which preserved many ancient buildings and whose city was imbued with cultural and historical charm.

Lin’an City was redeveloped with comprehensive urban planning for the establishment of the Saint Martial University. It could be called the New Lin’an City, and the new district here is much more vibrant, exuding the air of a major metropolis everywhere.

Outside the car window, towering skyscrapers flashed past, and the wide ten-lane road was bustling with an endless stream of cars.

The whole city exuded a sense of bustle and prosperity, with pedestrians thronging the streets and presenting a scene of resplendent flourishing.

After the vehicle entered the city center.

Su Mu noticed on the sidewalk, a middle-aged man in a black suit, looking anxious after a phone call, suddenly sped up and darted out of the crowd, leaving quickly.

At a traffic light, groups of people wearing uniform sportswear sped up and jumped like antelopes leaping over cliffs, drawing arcs in mid-air before landing on the other side of the street.

Su Mu had seen similar scenes in Yangcheng but not as frequently. The surrounding people weren’t surprised, everyone was very calm.

"The bigger the city, the larger the number of martial artists living in it, and the higher the density of martial artists..." Su Mu watched the scenery outside the window, his eyes slightly brightening.

Through the car window, Su Mu saw these scenes, each picture forming a magnificent martial arts era tapestry.

Su Mu’s mood grew slightly excited, for a grand era of martial arts would be more splendid.

However, this also led to a problem. Residents living in big cities, having been accustomed to martial artists since childhood, even if they were just ordinary people, inherently carried a certain sense of superiority.

The rideshare driver glanced a few times at Su Mu in the back seat through the car’s rearview mirror, "You’re not from around here, are you? Are you a student at Saint Martial University?"

"No, I’m here to see a friend." Su Mu shook his head.

"I could tell just from your accent. A few months ago, during the time when Saint Martial University started the semester, I was running back and forth several times a day. There was a martial champion from the city, and one time a provincial martial champion from Yun Province, let me tell you, their accents are even more different..."

The taxi driver chatted nonchalantly, his tone carrying a subtle sense of superiority that he himself hadn’t noticed.

Before long, the vehicle stopped at the East Gate of South China Saint Martial University.

The driver waited at the entrance for another fare, also glancing through the rearview mirror at Su Mu who had just gotten out of the car.

"This guy is quite handsome and has a good build. Even in winter, he’s wearing just a t-shirt, but he’s dressed in all off-brand stuff, so he’s probably a low tier martial artist."

Su Mu arrived at the Seventh Saint Martial University entrance, took out a token, and on the ornate golden token with flowing cloud patterns, an ancient numeral one was engraved. The back of the token showcased the Huaxia People’s Square and the emblem of the Huaxia National Martial Arts Association.

The somewhat drowsy school guard at the entrance trembled all over the moment he saw the token, his pupils shrinking as he suddenly became alert.

"A sequence token?"

"And it’s golden... Is this a first level sequence?!"

The guard swallowed hard and quickly opened the gate for Su Mu, "Sir, please come in!"

With keen ears and eyes, the words ’first level sequence’ quickly spread among the nearby Saint Martial University students, causing quite a stir. An old professor passing by looked at Su Mu with disbelief.

"A first level sequenced martial artist so young?!"

In the eyes of many, Saint Martial University was synonymous with unattainable prestige, and its students would become future elites after graduation.

But this was nothing compared to a first level sequence, let alone the recent sequenced martial artist in the Guangshen Province selection tournament who ascended as a demon and was soon recognized as a General Star.

The gap here was far greater than between ordinary people and students of Saint Martial University!

"Huh... What’s that person’s name again?"

After pondering for a few seconds, the old professor mumbled, "Right, that person is Su Mu, and come to think of it, this figure does resemble the Su Mu I’ve seen on television."

Inside the rideshare car, the driver, seeing this scene, quickly unbuckled his seatbelt and stretched his body out of the window, straining to look over. He was in disbelief; could it be that the person who was just in the back seat was some big shot?

If not, why would his appearance cause such a commotion among the students, and even several professors, of Saint Martial University!

"Hello, could you tell me how to get to the Martial Saint statue?"

"The Martial Saint statue? Just go forward, it’s in the central plaza."

"Thank you."

Two students from Saint Martial University looked puzzledly at Su Mu’s back, "He’s not from our school, is he? Otherwise, how wouldn’t he know where the Martial Saint statue is?"

"It’s quite normal. I guess he’s from another nearby school sneaking in. There are so many people like that, let’s not bother with him."

At the central plaza, a colossal humanoid statue towering a hundred meters high reached into the clouds. This statue was of an old man gazing into the distance, exuding an immortal aura yet with an indistinct visage.

"Qingfeng... Martial Saint."

Su Mu approached the Martial Saint statue, and the surrounding people were not surprised. The statue was never short of visitors. Many students would also come to pay their respects before exams, and at this moment, the base of the statue was filled with bouquets of flowers.

A mentor-looking person from the school picked up a thick letter from in front of the statue, sighed, and as he was about to leave, Su Mu called out to him.

"I’d like to take a look at that letter."

The middle-aged mentor frowned and was about to say something when he heard a spiritual power message.

"You should have heard of me. Governor Sikong sent me."

The mentor’s pupils shrank dramatically, then handed the letter over, "That person comes once a week. This morning he arrived and knelt for a whole morning. This is the forty-third letter this year,..."

"Alright, I understand."

Su Mu took the letter and went to a corner bench in the plaza. Opening the letter, he found a copy of an old newspaper inside. Upon spreading it out, familiar content caught his eye.

"Long Province, the Northern Section of Qilian Mountain, a mountain fire erupted at night, engulfing Man Niu Village, which lived by hunting, killing 120 households and 321 people in a sea of fire..."

Above the report, in frantic red letters, it read: The murderer is Sima Xie, the condoner is the Vice Hall Master of Overlord Blade Saint Martial Hall, Sima Lin!

The handwriting carried a faint scent, revealing it was written in blood.

Alongside the newspaper, an eight-page letter accused Sima Xie of heinous crimes and Sima Lin’s connivance, urging the Martial Saint to make a move.

From the lines of the letter, Su Mu saw the words revenge.

A corner of the letter’s writing was blurred, as if dampened by tears from the writer.

...

Leaving Saint Martial University, Su Mu found himself in an old alley in the old city, the alley winding in nine bends and thirteen turns with some spots where the sun was hard to see.

Exiting the alley, he was met with an open view as winter winds blew past, scattering a few golden locust leaves to the ground.

Outside an old residential district, a few girls in sweaters were playing jump rope under a locust tree, while a child reached out to pick up locust leaves.

Su Mu paused outside this old district. He took out his phone and glanced at an email, which listed an address: No. 122, Peace Road, Old Paper Mill Street, Old City East District, Lin’an, Zhejiang Province, Huai’an District...

Su Mu looked at the name of the district and the address.

"This should be the place."