Chapter 13

The Karma of Exterminating a Clan 

A new notification appeared on the system panel before Su Tu. 

You completed training in Burial of the Immortals. 

Body Strengthening Proficiency +20 

Body Strengthening (Intermediate): 262/1000 

The Foundation Art Su Tu had comprehended from that tattered book was called Burial of the Immortals. 

The name sounded a little strange. 

Almost like an unfinished sentence. 

It made Su Tu feel slightly uncomfortable whenever he thought about it. 

Still, just from the name alone, it was obvious that this Foundation Art was extraordinary. 

There was only one reason. 

Based on all the novels and movies Su Tu had seen in his previous life... 

Anything with the word Immortal in its name was usually ridiculously powerful. 

Su Tu looked up at the star-filled sky while walking along the road. 

A faint smile appeared on his face. 

Heh... it really feels like I've lived through an entire lifetime. 

Everything that had happened today felt like a dream. 

A brand-new and mysterious world was slowly opening its doors to him. 

But before Su Tu could continue enjoying the feeling... 

A sharp pain suddenly erupted from his stomach. 

Then an unimaginable hunger exploded throughout his entire body! 

Every cell. 

Every muscle. 

Every part of him screamed for food. 

Su Tu clutched his stomach. 

What the hell is going on?! 

He looked toward a pine tree beside the road. 

For some reason... 

It actually looked somewhat delicious. 

Su Tu immediately hailed a vehicle. 

His destination was the small restaurant he usually ate at. 

Back at Moonstep Martial Arts Hall... 

The black-mist man looked at Zhou Wuliang with a strange expression. 

I really don't know what to say about you. 

You actually managed to pick up a student like that on the Ancestral Planet. 

He clicked his tongue. 

He comprehended something from that thing, and his physical talent is almost unheard of in this era. 

If his talent of mind is equally strong, then he's practically a future Celestial. 

The black-mist man suddenly became thoughtful. 

Could Zhou Wuliang's lucky number really work? 

Otherwise, how could his seventh student be this ridiculous? 

He stroked his chin. 

Should I change my Mental Anchor too? 

Maybe I should pick a lucky number. 

Then he looked at Zhou Wuliang. 

With talent like this, you're still not accepting him as your personal disciple? 

The smug expression on Zhou Wuliang's face suddenly froze. 

His eyes slowly turned cold. 

Forget it. 

The karma surrounding me is too heavy. 

If he becomes too closely connected to me, it'll bring him more harm than benefit. 

His voice became colder. 

When the day comes that I exterminate that entire clan... 

If he still hasn't taken a master by then, I'll accept him as my personal disciple. 

The black-mist man nearly spat out what he was eating. 

What are you thinking? 

A pearl like that? 

The moment the Martial Arts Exam begins, countless factions will probably throw offers at him. 

He shook his head. 

Your obsession is too deep. 

Exterminating an entire clan is easier said than done... 

Zhou Wuliang didn't answer. 

He leaned back in his wooden armchair and slowly closed his eyes. 

Inside his mind, strange figures appeared one after another. 

Fish-like gills trembled on their faces. 

Mud-like liquid seeped from their eyes. 

At that moment, Li Hu walked into the room with his usual carefree expression. 

Master, why did you let Little Tu go home? 

After cultivating a Foundation Art, all the nutrients in the body are depleted. 

He needs to replenish them immediately. 

Li Hu scratched his head. 

I already had the kitchen prepare food for him. 

But when I saw you send him away, I didn't say anything. 

Then he looked at Zhou Wuliang curiously. 

Master, did you arrange something else for him? 

Zhou Wuliang's expression changed instantly. 

Arrange something? 

Arrange his ass! 

He had only sent Su Tu away because he didn't want the boy to see how miserable and drained he looked. 

How had he forgotten something this important?! 

And Li Hu! 

If you already prepared food, couldn't you have said something?! 

Zhou Wuliang's face darkened. 

Huzi! 

Li Hu immediately stood straight. 

Yes, Master? 

Go to the Body-Tempering Room. 

Set the gravity to thirty times normal. 

Then practice your Foundation Art ten times! 

Li Hu's eyes widened. 

Huh? 

Zhou Wuliang roared, 

Huh, my ass! Get moving! 

The purpose of a Foundation Art was to stimulate the body's potential. 

It forced qi and blood through the blood vessels, meridians, and muscles, transforming the physical body so it could eventually withstand Qi. 

But this process consumed an enormous amount of energy. 

Normally, martial artists prepared large quantities of nutritional solutions or high-protein food to replenish themselves afterward. 

The higher the grade of the Foundation Art, the greater the amount of nutrition required. 

And Su Tu had cultivated a Foundation Art comprehended from that mysterious book. 

Its consumption was naturally... 

Terrifying. 

Zhou Wuliang suddenly became uneasy. 

Such a good student of mine isn't going to starve to death, right...? 

He paused. 

Probably not... right? 

Old Gong's Restaurant. 

The kitchen was operating at full speed. 

A group of waiters stood nearby, whispering among themselves while staring at Su Tu as if he were some kind of monster. 

The restaurant owner sat opposite him with a frightened expression. 

Kid... please stop eating. 

You're scaring me. 

The entire table was already covered with plates stacked like small mountains. 

Yet the kitchen was still continuously bringing out more food. 

Almost everything was meat. 

And that wasn't all. 

Several neighboring restaurants were also sending meat dishes over. 

Su Tu ate like a Taotie. 

He picked up a plate. 

A few bites later... 

It was empty. 

Hungry. 

Still hungry. 

That single thought filled Su Tu's mind. 

Even after eating this much meat, he still didn't feel full at all. 

Several pedestrians passing by saw the ridiculous scene. 

They immediately pulled out their phones and secretly started recording. 

Some even uploaded the videos to short-video platforms. 

With Su Tu's appearance combined with this insane appetite... 

Wasn't that practically guaranteed viral content? 

A waiter suddenly shouted from the kitchen. 

Boss! 

We're out of food! 

The other restaurants next door are out of stock too! This guy ate everything! 

The restaurant owner looked at Su Tu with genuine concern. 

Kid... you're still not full? 

He had never seen anyone eat like this. 

This restaurant was located downstairs from Su Tu's residential complex. 

Since Su Tu's parents often traveled for work, he had eaten here whenever he didn't feel like cooking. 

Which, technically speaking, happened about three hundred and sixty-five days a year. 

The restaurant owner had practically watched Su Tu grow up. 

Their relationship wasn't much different from that of relatives. 

That was exactly why he was worried Su Tu might eat himself sick. 

Su Tu rubbed his stomach. 

Uncle, don't worry. I'm fine. 

A relieved expression appeared on his face. 

I'm finally about half full. 

He was still a little hungry. 

But at least he was no longer looking at every edible object with bloodshot eyes. 

To put it another way... 

When he had been at his hungriest earlier, he had nearly looked at the driver who brought him here and imagined a whole roasted pig. 

The restaurant owner's eyes widened. 

His dialect slipped out from pure shock. 

Sweet mother of heaven... that was only half full?! 

Su Tu grinned awkwardly and didn't explain. 

Uncle Gong, sorry about today. 

You couldn't even serve your other customers because of me. 

Uncle Gong immediately waved him off. 

Hey, don't talk like that. 

With our relationship, why would I care about something like that? 

Then his expression turned serious again. 

But kid... are you sure you don't want to go to the hospital? 

Uncle Gong was an honest man. 

He was much more concerned about Su Tu's health than the money. 

Su Tu shook his head. 

I'm really fine, Uncle. 

Let me settle the bill. 

He took out his phone. 

Then... 

An awkward situation appeared. 

Su Tu had eaten through the entire stock of four small restaurants, including Uncle Gong's. 

These restaurants weren't large. 

They were small neighborhood businesses with authentic food, mostly serving people from the nearby residential areas. 

Even so, the total cost still came to more than ten thousand. 

It wasn't an enormous amount of money... 

But it was already near the end of the month. 

His parents hadn't sent him his living expenses yet. 

Su Tu immediately called them. 

No answer. 

He tried again. 

Still nothing. 

Uncle Gong didn't mind letting him put the meal on credit. 

But Su Tu wasn't very familiar with the owners of the other restaurants. 

After thinking for a while, he made another call. 

Not long after... 

Zhang Meng arrived. 

She was wearing a black dress. 

After learning what had happened, she helped Su Tu pay the entire bill. 

Su Tu looked genuinely grateful. 

Thanks, Sister Zhang. 

I'll have my aunt transfer the money back to you later. 

Without Zhang Meng, today would have been incredibly embarrassing. 

He also had no idea what his parents were doing. 

Of all times to become unreachable, why now? 

Zhang Meng suddenly burst into uncontrollable laughter. 

Hahahahahahahaha! 

Her entire body shook from laughing. 

Su Tu, you're going to kill me! 

I've never heard of anyone eating through the inventory of four restaurants! 

Her chest bounced wildly as she laughed, making Su Tu awkwardly look away. 

Then she added, 

You're probably going to become an internet celebrity. 

When I arrived, I saw several people secretly filming you. 

Hearing her teasing, Su Tu rubbed his stomach helplessly. 

Who could have known that this Foundation Art would have such an absurd side effect? 

Since Zhang Meng lived in the same building, the two walked home together. 

On the way, Zhang Meng received a phone call. 

Someone invited her to attend a banquet. 

She politely refused. 

Then she turned toward Su Tu with a mischievous smile. 

Why would I go to some boring banquet when I can spend time with my handsome little brother? 

She tried to hook her arms around Su Tu's. 

Fortunately, Su Tu's reactions were much faster now. 

Otherwise... 

He probably would have come into contact with an enormous evil. 

Women only slow down the speed at which I draw my blade! 

Zhang Meng lived several floors above Su Tu. 

So Su Tu stepped out of the elevator first. 

Sister Zhang, I'm heading in. 

I'll pay you back as soon as possible. 

Zhang Meng crossed her arms beneath her chest. 

Then she seductively licked the corner of her lips. 

How about forgetting the money? 

She smiled. 

You can repay me with your body instead... 

Su Tu immediately turned around and walked away. 

He refused to give her another chance to tease him. 

Zhang Meng's laughter echoed behind him. 

At that moment, her phone rang again. 

But she didn't answer. 

Her expression turned cold. 

Do they really think I'm stupid? 

Some important person from the New Stars? 

She sneered. 

And they want me to accompany him? 

Zhang Meng worked in the finance department of a financial company. 

She almost never participated in business entertainment. 

But for some reason, her boss had already asked her three or four times this month to accompany some important person. 

According to him, the man had extraordinary influence. 

Meeting him would only be beneficial. 

But according to what Zhang Meng had heard... 

Three women in their circle had already become unreachable after attending those so-called banquets. 

The company only claimed that they had resigned. 

Zhang Meng sneered. 

Important person? 

More like some man-eating ghost. 

The next instant... 

The lights began flickering. 

The elevator shook slightly. 

Zhang Meng lost her balance for a moment. 

It was almost as though... 

Something had heard her words. 

After returning home, Su Tu opened his messaging app. 

Several new messages were waiting for him. 

One was from Li Hu. 

It contained the website Zhou Wuliang had mentioned. 

Another message came from one of Su Tu's classmates. 

The classmate told him that someone had recently been asking around about Su Tu. 

But no one knew who it was. 

Su Tu looked at the message. 

Someone's asking about me? 

He casually replied with an emoji. 

Then he put the matter aside. 

Most of Su Tu's attention was now focused on martial arts. 

As far as he was concerned, matters between students were usually nothing more than trivial drama. 

There was no need to care too much.