Chapter 116: Woody’s Arrangement
Spending the entire day training under Woody had greatly benefited Zhang Ze. Although being a disciple of Master Woody carried significant risks, his expertise in martial arts was undeniable.
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Training concluded.
Woody approached Zhang Ze and said, “Training twice a week is just part of it.”
“If you have any questions about martial arts besides this training, you can come find me at the instructors’ dormitory in District Three.”
“But sessions like today’s, I’ll only conduct for about a month.”
Zhang Ze understood what she meant — by then, he and Zhang Yue would likely be entering the Star Domain space.
Woody furrowed her brow and continued, “To increase your chances of survival, you must improve your strength as quickly as possible within this month!”
“I expect you both to complete over twenty Level Two missions and more than five Level Three missions in that time.”
“And you must work together as a team!”
Her expression grew cold as she spoke gravely, “Those who go it alone, trying to be heroes in that place, are already dead.”
“What I want is a team that can cooperate and trust each other unconditionally.”
“Understood,” Zhang Ze and Zhang Yue responded in unison.
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Woody left, leaving the two to exchange glances.
Zhang Ze was already familiar with what Level Two and Level Three missions entailed.
Because of the existence of martial artists, maintaining public order with the Intelligence Bureau alone was difficult, especially when conflicts broke out between martial artists.
Therefore, the Martial Bureau issued missions to track down certain martial artist criminals, which disciples were tasked with completing.
Through this method, disciples could also earn valuable cultivation resources—points.
As for the different mission levels, they generally corresponded to the ranks of the martial artist criminals involved.
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“When shall we start?” Zhang Yue asked as she approached Zhang Ze.
Seeing her, Zhang Ze inquired, “Are you free in the next few days?”
“Mm.”
“Then let’s go check out the mission building together.”
Without waiting for a response, Zhang Ze led the way out of the training grounds.
“What type of martial skills are you good at? Or rather, what weapon do you use?”
Zhang Yue asked from behind.
Hearing this, Zhang Ze stopped.
She explained, “To coordinate well, we need to understand each other's fighting style first.”
“True enough.”
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In about ten minutes, the two arrived at the mission building.
The building had six floors, each corresponding to different mission levels.
Noticing Zhang Ze heading straight for the third floor, Zhang Yue cautioned, “I suggest we start with Level Two missions to get some practice.”
Zhang Ze hadn’t considered this.
To him, his 800S strength was solidly that of a third-rank martial artist.
Taking on a second-rank mission? That would be a joke!
But glancing at Zhang Yue, who was herself a second-rank martial artist, he relented.
“All right, we’ll start with Level Two missions,” he agreed.
They headed straight to the second-floor lobby.
At the Martial Bureau in Anqing, most disciples were second-rank martial artists.
After all, it was rare for anyone to reach third or even fourth rank within four years at the bureau.
Thus, the first and second floors’ mission halls were always the busiest.
Zhang Ze quickly identified several missions.
Holding a tablet, he asked Zhang Yue, “How about this one? It says a second-rank martial artist was selling pills illegally and even committed murder.”
Zhang Yue clicked through the mission details on her phone.
After a moment, she showed Zhang Ze her own mission.
It concerned Feng Hang: a second-rank martial artist and cult member who had fled to Changhu City in Nanjiang Province.
Reading her mission, Zhang Ze quickly understood the situation.
Frowning, he asked, “Why does this mission reward 100 points? Mine only offers 50.”
“Cultists are different from ordinary martial artist criminals,” Zhang Yue explained with a tone of quiet authority despite her lower rank.
She said solemnly, “The guy in your mission probably killed for the first time.”
Zhang Ze was slightly taken aback by her calm demeanor.
“Fine, I’ll take your mission!” he said, quickly completing the paperwork.
Side by side, they left the mission hall.
Curious, Zhang Ze asked, “If Feng Hang fled to Nanjiang Province, shouldn’t their Martial Bureau handle it?”
Zhang Yue explained, “Didn’t you notice?”
“All the Martial Bureaus nationwide share the same mission system.”
Zhang Ze suddenly realized the logic.
Zhang Yue urged, “Let’s stop here for today. Tomorrow morning, we head to Changhu City.”
“Make sure you’re prepared—like bringing restorative pills.”
With that, she left, leaving Zhang Ze to watch her retreating figure thoughtfully.
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Back at the dormitory, Zhang Ze found Leng Bingbing leaning on the balcony, lost in thought.
Standing beside her, he asked, “What’s on your mind?”
“By the way, why didn’t you shower yesterday?”
His sudden question plunged them into an awkward silence.
He wanted to explain—after all, her dorm balcony was still drying yesterday’s clothes.
With a faint blush, Leng Bingbing said nothing and changed the subject.
“The instructor said we have to complete five Level Two missions this month. I was just discussing with Qing Ping about when to get started.”
Zhang Ze thought to himself, Your tasks are barely any, while my instructor is downright brutal!
He kept his thoughts to himself, offering only a few words of comfort.
After some casual chatting, Zhang Ze returned to his cultivation.
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Early the next morning,
Zhang Ze waited at the agreed spot for Zhang Yue.
Curious, he asked, “Don’t you live in Longhu Dormitory?”
“No,” she replied, “Let’s get going. We’re heading straight to the high-speed rail station.”
“Do you have a driver’s license?”
Unfazed, Zhang Yue said confidently, “Of course.”
Though her demeanor was cool, she drove with fierce determination.
By mid-afternoon, they arrived in Changhu City.
After two days together, Zhang Ze’s impression of her was good, though her true strength remained a mystery.
As the car entered the city, Zhang Ze asked, “Shall we go to the Intelligence Bureau for information?”
“Mm,” Zhang Yue replied while driving. “They might confirm Feng Hang’s whereabouts.”
Discussing their plan, they began their first mission cooperation.
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Anqing Province Weapons Company.
At this moment, Duan Qingkuang of the Jiuhua Sect appeared in the company’s conference room.
Soon, a middle-aged man with a full figure arrived.
“Mr. Zhu, long time no see,” Duan Qingkuang greeted eagerly as he stepped forward.