High School Student with Immortal Race System

「Jianghuai City, Vermilion Bird District.」

Inside a dilapidated scrap recycling station, several large men were gathered around a small table, drinking. Cold dishes were piled on the tabletop, and empty liquor bottles littered the floor.

The place was remote. At night, it was completely deserted, save for thousands of mosquitoes swarming madly around a few light bulbs.

The men’s faces were flushed from drinking, but a closer look would reveal they remained partly alert, warily scanning their surroundings. Their sharp gazes made it clear they all possessed Martial Cultivation.

Meanwhile, in a small hut to the side, a white-haired old man was writing something under the dim yellow light of a desk lamp.

His eyes were bloodshot, a clear sign of his anxiety.

The Altar Master was simply the Altar Master. Very few people knew his real name...

As one of Yanhua’s most important sub-temples, the Altar Master had relied on decades of experience in espionage to run the Jianghuai Sub-temple as a secretive and deadly operation. The Main Altar had entrusted him with many great responsibilities, and he had carried out numerous earth-shattering conspiracies...

But rarely had he found himself in such a dire predicament.

The "Martial Arts Psychosis" plot, years in the making... failed at the final hurdle. But he wasn’t angry. On the contrary, he accepted the outcome with a chuckle, cut his losses, and planned to strike again.

The "Big Pharmacy Incident" was a resounding success, diverting the attention of Yanhua and even the entire world to the seas. It was just a shame that the Tattooed Guest escaped and had been hunting down Jianghuai members ever since... But he wasn’t discouraged. He cut his losses and waited for another opportunity.

The Twin Dragon Jade, which the organization had spent a fortune to acquire, was suddenly stolen just before its Nurturing was complete. The Main Altar’s master was furious, and the pressure on the Jianghuai Sub-temple skyrocketed. But he didn’t panic. He chose to cut his losses and find another chance to get it back.

Finally, during the incident to retrieve the Twin Dragon Jade and the Moon Gu, the Tattooed Guest’s power had grown immensely. Not only did the operation fail, but Long Jiu, whom he had carefully cultivated for many years, went out of control and even disappeared.

But he didn’t panic. He chose to cut his losses...

’I can’t... I really can’t cut off any more losses.’

’At this rate, there’ll be nothing left of me to cut!!!’

’Who the hell am I supposed to complain to about this?!’

The Altar Master took a deep breath, pulled out a Rapid-acting Heart-saving Pill, and took two.

Then, after some time, news arrived that "Long Jiu was gathering members using the tone of a high-ranking officer, then entrapping them." This was the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

The Rebel Species lacked high-end combat power, and Long Jiu was the Jianghuai Sub-temple’s single strongest fighter. They were also the security guarantee for a man like him, who had no Martial Cultivation. The Altar Master took Long Jiu everywhere, which meant Long Jiu was exposed to too many secrets.

He had never imagined Long Jiu would betray him... After all, everyone knew how simple-minded Long Jiu was.

He’d even gotten smug at times, proactively explaining his own plans and thought processes to Long Jiu...

He took out the Rapid-acting Heart-saving Pill again and popped one in his mouth.

As more and more information came in, the Altar Master gradually realized Long Jiu was looking for him... which was why he was constantly moving between more than a dozen different hideouts, bringing a sizable security detail with him...

’Four Late-stage Marrow Refining experts in the yard... they should be able to keep me safe from Long Jiu, right? If not, there’s nothing I can do. I’m out of people to use. It’s gotten to the point where I need to request reinforcements from the Main Altar...’

’Maybe it’s because the Jianghuai Sub-temple doesn’t get along with the other Yanhua branches, and they’ve all been passing the buck. Plus, the Main Altar is still furious. After all the back-and-forth, they ended up sending a foreigner... Sigh...’

Putting away the confidential letter on his desk, the Altar Master pushed open the door, intending to have someone deliver it.

Just then, an angry shout came from the yard: "Who’s there!"

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In the courtyard, several men were drinking.

Suddenly, one of them’s ears twitched. He shot upright in alarm. "Who’s there!"

His Martial Arts cultivation was unique, and he had been implanted with a Wind Listening Gu, granting him hearing far beyond that of an ordinary person. Within a hundred meters, he could clearly hear even a leaf falling to the ground.

The other three reacted just as quickly, each pulling a weapon from under the table.

As some of the last remaining Direct Lineage Power of the Jianghuai Sub-temple, they were usually well-fed, well-watered, and well-entertained. But when it was time to get to work, they never hesitated.

Because they all came from the Exotic Realm.

Unfortunately, the constitution of an Alien was different from that of Cyan Blue Star People, making Martial Arts Cultivation difficult. Most of them stopped at the gates of the Innate Sect.

The light bulb overhead began to flicker... as if the voltage was unstable. Everything in their vision started flashing rapidly.

And at the recycling station’s main gate, a strange figure was walking closer and closer...

A tall man wearing a heavy trench coat, out of place for the season, with greasy, unkempt short hair.

He wore a face mask that hid his features. He walked at a leisurely pace, yet he exuded an aura of depression.

A moment later, he stopped about ten meters in front of the four men and held up a metal token.

"The Main Altar sent me... Where is Jiang Xingjian?"

The four men exchanged glances. The token the man presented did seem to be a genuine sigil from the Main Altar...

"How would we know where the Altar Master is... Besides, we only take orders from him."

"That’s right. If you’re really from the Main Altar, you should be able to contact the Altar Master yourself."

The man nodded. "The last person who died said the same thing."

"What?! Who the hell are you!"

The depressed-looking man seemed exasperated. He pulled his mask down a little, revealing a face that was unfamiliar to the four men.

What the four men didn’t know was that his revealing his true face meant their fates... had already taken a turn for the worse.

The man pulled a cigarette from his pocket and stuck it in his mouth. He swiped a finger across the tip, and a hot spark ignited it.

"Does it matter? Aren’t you supposed to follow orders? Why do you have to make things so complicated..."

The depressed-looking man exhaled a puff of smoke, took the half-smoked cigarette from his lips, and studied it for a moment, as if thinking it was a bit of a waste.

He took another drag.

The next moment, with a flick of his finger, the cigarette shot toward the four men. In mid-air...

It erupted into a massive fireball, streaking toward them like a meteor.

"Damn it!"

The four experienced, Late-stage Marrow Refining members of the Rebel Species immediately scattered. However, the massive fireball split into four in mid-air, tracking each of them.

Its speed was incredible!

Four streaks of light trailed long tails through the night. The four men dodged frantically in different directions, but the flames still closed in.

One of them, a burly man on the Horizontal Training Route, wasn’t fast enough. He steeled himself, deciding to take the hit head-on.

’I don’t know what realm he’s in... but to think he could kill me with a flick of a cigarette butt? I don’t believe it!’

’And it’s been split four ways!’

He twisted his body violently and swung his saber at the fireball.

The next moment... the blade instantly melted... splashing down as molten iron!

"What!"

The molten iron splattered all over his head and face, but what was even more terrifying was the fire that followed. It was far hotter, far more horrifying, than the molten metal.

"This is wrong! This fire isn’t normal! AHHH!!!"

The extreme heat... was like a blade that pierced through bone. He wasn’t burned to death; he was burned *through*...

In an instant, several charred holes appeared on his body, so deep you could even see the scenery behind him...

After the first death, the others followed suit one by one as the fireballs caught up to them.

The last few direct lineage members of the Jianghuai Sub-temple were turned into mangled corpses, one after another.

They never even had a chance to launch a real attack against the man.

Stray sparks ignited the junk in the recycling station. Whether it was steel or wood, it seemed to make no difference to this bizarre fire.

The depressed-looking man took out another cigarette. A small flame appeared on his right index finger, and he used it to light up.

He really was a heavy smoker...

And as he shook the flame from his fingertip, all the other fires in the recycling station were instantly extinguished... a clear display of his immense control.

The empty yard returned to darkness. Only the faint wisps of white smoke knew... that someone had just killed four Late-stage Marrow Refining Martial Artists in an instant.

The depressed-looking man started walking again, heading for the only small house in the recycling station. He pushed open the old, filthy wooden door.

Behind the door, a white-haired old man looked at him in terror. "Are... are you really from the Main Altar?"

The depressed-looking man stared at the other’s face for a moment, then his expression soured with disappointment.

"A body double...? Is it a Masked Gu or plastic surgery?"

The old man took a step back. "What do you mean?!"

The depressed-looking man sneered, raising a hand in front of the old man’s face and blocking most of his view. "I hate interrogations. They’re long, they stink, and you have to take notes."

"Strictly speaking, I’m on vacation... I don’t want to go back to my old job... I’ll give you three seconds. Where is Jiang Xingjian?"

"3..."

"I am Jiang Xingjian!"

"2..."

"I’ve made great contributions to the organization! You can’t kill me!"

"1... Wrong answer."

The next instant, scorching flames erupted from his palm, as intense as a rocket engine.

A mere second later, a head was already carbonized... and evenly smeared across the wall behind it...

The headless corpse stood motionless... there wasn’t even any blood...

The depressed-looking man was about to search the place when he suddenly heard a new noise behind him.

He quickly pulled his mask back up, and when he turned to look, even he was slightly stunned.

Then he chuckled. "Interesting..."

In the courtyard, which still held some residual warmth, two strange figures stood side by side.

One was bare-chested and wore a helmet like a demon from hell. The other wore a hooded sweatshirt, their face covered by a delicate black mask.

"And who are you two?"

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