High School Student with Immortal Race System

The building density in Jianghuai City was far greater than in Jinshui District.

To put it another way, in the eyes of a Martial Artist, those weren’t just tightly packed rooftops—they were open highways.

As the most convenient and common surveillance-free zones in the city, rooftops were the preferred travel routes for many Martial Artists, especially those in older, five- or six-story residential complexes.

They had the best feel underfoot.

Don’t ask what they were doing up there, or you’d regret it.

In Black Tortoise District, near the border with Yellow Dragon District, a three-person team landed lightly on a rooftop.

Their leader was a short-haired woman in her early twenties. She wore a surgical mask, her cold gaze fixed on a nearby rooftop.

"Intel says a foreigner from Europe is living on the top-floor terrace of Building 14. He has a Rune Sword, and a buyer is offering 300,000."

A tall man beside her asked doubtfully, "Aren’t foreign Martial Artists forbidden from bringing weapons into Yanhua?"

"That’s why it’s so valuable. It was probably disassembled into metal parts and smuggled in batches. We don’t need the whole thing, just the piece with the runes."

The short-haired woman said, "Try to avoid a fight. I’ll lure him away. You two grab the item and leave."

"We’re just trying to pay off our loans, not become wanted criminals."

Another man with a somewhat effeminate voice spoke up. "My loan payment is due the day after tomorrow... Can I get a bigger cut?"

The short-haired woman rolled her eyes. "Fine, consider it a loan from me. My payment isn’t due for another ten-plus days..."

"How much will that be?"

The short-haired woman counted on her fingers. "The buyer is offering 300,000, but the middleman takes a 33% cut, leaving 198,000... The intel broker wants 100,000, leaving 98,000. But we screwed up last time, and Old Wu’s weapon broke, so we agreed to split the cost... That’s another 30,000 off."

"So in total, it’s about 20,000 each."

The man with the effeminate voice ground his teeth, finally saying dejectedly, "All this risk... for just twenty thousand?! We could get expelled if we get caught!"

The short-haired woman’s expression turned serious. "The school forbids a lot of things. It’s not like we’re the only ones doing this. Do you know another way to make twenty thousand in one night? If you do, let me know!"

The effeminate man thought to himself, ’Well, there is a way...’

’It just involves wearing a lot less clothing.’

"Have you forgotten why we started this? Are you going to go lick the boots of those rich kids and heirs from prominent families at school? Or are you going to throw your dignity on the ground and sell your soul and body for money?"

The effeminate man held his tongue for a long moment before muttering, "I mean, it’s not out of the question..."

The short-haired woman said sternly, "We can’t resort to crooked paths! We Jiangti students walk the righteous path!"

The tall, burly man muttered, "Stealing someone’s stuff in the middle of the night counts as the righteous path?"

"Tch! It’s contraband from a foreigner, how can you call it stealing! We’re voluntarily maintaining public order! Who knows what he planned to do with a Rune Sword from Europe’s Fortress Realm that he smuggled in."

The short-haired woman handed out black pantyhose. As students, they were more afraid of getting caught than the average person, and a surgical mask alone wasn’t enough insurance.

"Remember to give them back when you’re done. They’re still wearable."

"Huh? These aren’t new?"

The tall, burly man furtively took a few deep sniffs.

"A pair costs dozens, you know? Be gentle when you put it on, don’t cause any runs."

Her financial situation was already precarious, and any small loss could trigger a total collapse.

The three of them masked their faces, quickly conferred on their plan, and set out immediately.

All three were at the Late-stage of Marrow Refining. They could leap tens of meters at a time and reached the target building in just a few breaths.

According to the intel, their target was in the rooftop penthouse... a Caucasian man, easy to identify.

However, when they landed, all three of them froze in place.

There, on a corner of the rooftop, a strange figure was squatting on the ledge.

Half of his feet dangled over the edge. He was bare-chested, a sleek black helmet covering his head. He was tall and powerful, his muscles defined like a marble sculpture.

But his aura was like that of a malevolent demon from the Underworld.

The helmeted stranger slowly turned his head to look at the trio, saying nothing.

He was unarmed, but his mere presence, squatting there, radiated an intense sense of threat.

The short-haired woman froze. ’We’ve run into competition,’ she thought immediately. ’Someone else took this job!’

’Damn it! The intel fee is non-negotiable, so does this mean we’re out 100,000?’

’No... we can’t just leave. Maybe he’s just up here to check his stocks?’

The short-haired woman feigned experience, acting as if this situation wasn’t new to her. "Friend, it looks like we’ve had some bad luck. We’re after the same target."

The helmeted stranger turned his head to face the three pantyhose-wearing weirdos, but remained silent.

He, too, was taken aback for a second. The trio’s appearance was utterly ridiculous.

The short-haired woman said in a cold voice, "Professional courtesy... How about we split it by headcount?"

’After all, there are three of us and only one of him... Maybe he’ll give in to the pressure and accept?’

’We’d take three-quarters, and he’d get one-quarter...’

As for starting a fight... although they did these "side jobs," they never killed anyone.

Under the circumstances, they were reluctant to get into a direct confrontation. At most, they would steal things that weren’t acquired legitimately in the first place.

Yang Shen didn’t speak. He was just curious... ’Besides me, are there other people hunting the Rebel Species?’

’It wouldn’t be surprising... They’re a notorious, global organization, after all. They must have plenty of enemies.’

’Just like how before today, he’d never imagined he’d encounter a foreign member of the Rebel Species in Yanhua...’

’But this ’split by headcount’ request is so niche... Do they want it split vertically or horizontally? Or sliced up like a watermelon?’

’What kind of grudge is this?’

He didn’t really care one way or the other. If they held some deep-seated hatred for the target, he wouldn’t mind letting them land the final blow. Unfortunately, they were too late.

Just as he was thinking this, the door to the room behind him opened.

The trio turned toward the sound, and a chill shot through them as if they’d been plunged into an ice cellar.

A figure in a black mask slowly walked out, a giant scythe on their back like the embodiment of Death itself. And in this person’s hand, they were actually carrying a severed head...

The head had distinctly European features, with deep-set eyes and thick hair. Blood dripped from it in a steady stream, as if it had just been cut off.

Long Jiu ignored the trio and walked straight to Yang Shen. She held out a fair, delicate palm, presenting three curled-up insects. "Body... had Gu... had to, cut open."

Yang Shen nodded. It wasn’t common for members of the Rebel Species to carry Gu, but he had encountered it a few times. "Find them if you can" had been his direct order to Long Jiu.

Yang Shen clenched his fist. The Rising Sun Flame didn’t appear, but the three insects were instantly incinerated. The total debt the Rebel Species owed him now reached 1.8 million.

’The more I chase these debts, the more they grow... It’s starting to become a little heartbreaking.’

But Yang Shen still destroyed them every time.

Hesitating for even a second would make his first time seem especially foolish.

Long Jiu should have already interrogated the target for intel... His Shadow Guard was an expert in torture techniques, which was why Yang Shen had stood watch outside instead of going in.

Because he was a good person.

The three uninvited guests backed away step by step, their nerves stretched to the breaking point.

’Unlike us ’loan warriors’... these guys are the real deal! True killers!’

’What kind of grudge is this?! Not only did they kill him, but they brought his head out to show it off!’

Yang Shen got up to leave, but then he remembered something and sent a command to Long Jiu in his mind.

Long Jiu tossed the head toward the trio, sending a spray of blood spinning through the air. "The head... you can split it..."

The trio: ...

Long Jiu added, "Want me to... cut it?"

The three of them turned and fled, pushing their inner power to the absolute limit! They transformed into three afterimages and vanished into the night over the old rooftops.

As the short-haired woman frantically leaped and ran, she burst into tragic tears. "Run! I’m... I’m leaking!"

"Leaking what?!"

"My dignity!"

’I want to go back to school! I’m going to suck up to the rich handsome guys! I’m never doing these "night activities" again!’

’When did two terrifying freaks like that show up in the Jianghuai nights?! They’re completely different from anyone we’ve met before!’

The tall man said, "What about the intel fee? We can’t just not pay it, right?"

Otherwise, the intel broker would dox all three of them in a heartbeat... and report them to the school.

The short-haired woman suddenly thought of something. She felt a few drops of the courage that had just leaked away being forced back in.

"Wait... maybe the intel broker would be interested in those two weirdos? They have such a unique look, you can tell they’re heavy hitters!"

"Maybe we can sell some intel back to him and make our money back?"

’Yes! That’s perfectly reasonable!’

’As long as we embellish the details a little...’

’And we can even sell it to the other small groups at Jiangti that do "night activities"! We might even make a small profit!’

...

Yang Shen watched the trio’s retreating backs, stunned for a moment, but he didn’t pay them much mind.

’They probably realized their target was already dead and saw no reason to stay.’

’In any case, I didn’t say a single word to them from start to finish.’

Long Jiu pulled a piece of metal from her pocket... and handed it to Yang Shen.

"This... is abnormal..."

Yang Shen took it and looked... Was it the tip of a longsword? Or just a simple metal craft...

’Some kind of metal?’

"How is it special?"

Long Jiu remained silent, obviously unable to express it in words.

Yang Shen studied it for a moment, then pinched it between his fingertips and infused it with Spiritual Power...

The next moment, strange patterns lit up on the surface of the "metal shard"!

Symmetrical, regular... they had a clear geometric feel, like a crest.

"Huh? What is this?"

As the patterns grew brighter, the metal shard’s temperature plummeted. It was quickly covered in a layer of frost, making the bare-chested Yang Shen shiver...

This wasn’t ordinary cooling; this was "Extreme Cold" that could be used in actual combat.

It felt a bit like an Array... but not quite the same.

Yang Shen recalled some fragmented information, connecting it to this Rebel Species member’s European heritage.

The Fortress Realm... runes!

The three major Source systems of European Martial Artists: Pirate, Templar, and Rune...

The first two were native systems, while the last one was derived from an Exotic Realm they controlled, a relationship similar to that between Yanhua and Witchcraft.

However, unlike the Witchcraft and Gu Technique, which is "incompatible with the path of Martial Arts," runes are recognized across Cyan Blue as the Source Power "most suited for Martial Artists," with immense value, especially for weapons and equipment.

Yang Shen put the steel shard away, planning to study it later. He said to Long Jiu,

"Did you get it? The Altar Master’s location."

Long Jiu’s ethereal voice replied, "Very close... this time..."

Yang Shen sighed. "I hope we don’t come up empty this time."

They had gotten very close several times before but had never managed to catch him. He was, after all, a Sub-Altar Master known for his stealth and schemes.

Only by capturing the Jianghuai Altar Master and figuring out the problem in Long Jiu’s mind could he teach her Cultivation with peace of mind and stop letting his prized collectible go to waste.

The two conferred for a moment, then once again vanished into the night.

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