Li Hu began recalling his earlier analysis: Even if Yun Huang showed up, blood would be spilled…
How could Su Qi walk away unscathed?
He believed it.
Li Hu truly believed it.
Without a shred of doubt.
That’s right—now everything made sense. Only a ‘Pathseeker,’ one who carried the future of Great Xia on their shoulders, could pull off such a feat of defeating a higher-ranked opponent!
“So, this credit has to go to you. Understand?”
“I’ve only just managed to slip out of the public eye, to live in obscurity.”
Yet, a question still nagged at Li Hu: “What about Yun Huang…?”
A flicker of reminiscence passed through Su Qi’s eyes, followed by a sigh and a tone of pity. “Ah, she’s no Pathseeker. Just a puppet, that’s all.”
See? He’d told the truth all along.
Li Hu believed him again. That sigh was absolutely genuine—no one could fake that depth of emotion!
“This way, she’ll take the fall for any schemes or assassinations targeting the Pathseeker.”
“Why would I fear his self-destruction?”
“You don’t think I, Su Qi, am afraid to die, do you?”
“It’s because I can’t afford to die!”
Li Hu was convinced once more!
Of course—someone capable of defeating a seventh-rank opponent at sixth rank wouldn’t fear a mere self-destruct.
Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling he’d overheard something he shouldn’t have. Hesitantly, he muttered, “This…”
“Is this… something I’m allowed to know?”
“An instructor willing to lay down his life for a student he’s only known for a month—I doubt he’s anything less than trustworthy.”
“I believe in you.”
Li Hu was nearly moved to tears. Was this what it felt like to be trusted?
With such crucial information, no less?
“Six-rank Cardbearer Instructor, Designation L-017, Li Hu, swears to guard this secret with his life!”
“Until I witness the Pathseeker breaking through adversity and leading humanity toward a radiant future!”
The only thing that puzzled Li Hu was this: If Su Qi’s identity was so important, even if he had defeated a seventh-rank opponent at sixth rank, shouldn’t the higher-ups have quickly covered it up?
Wait—
Could it be…
Too few people knew this critical piece of information?
By the time it reached the right ears, it’d be too late?
Good!
No falsification! No stolen valor.
This was claiming credit for the rise of Great Xia, for the future of mankind!
“No need to explain further. I admit it—I killed him!”
Su Qi: ???
Old Li, you got blood on your hands or something? You’re way too smooth at this.
“Pfft—no, no, got too carried away. I wounded him.”
Su Qi corrected him: “We did it together. I risked my life in a frontal struggle, while you landed the decisive blow through cunning, underhanded tactics.”
Li Hu: ???
“Listen to yourself. Are those really the right adjectives?”
“Fine, then—how about ‘honorable sneak attack’?”
Li Hu: …
Whatever. Cunning and underhanded it is.
After aligning their stories, Su Qi rubbed his fingers together.
Li Hu eyed him suspiciously. “Now what?”
“Pay up.”
Li Hu was lost. The topic had taken too sharp a turn. “Huh?”
“You take the credit. I take the cash.”
“When the higher-ups hand out the reward money, it all goes to me. You can keep the commendation banner.”
“We need a backup plan. If someone figures out how fishy your claim is, why would I walk away empty-handed? Wouldn’t that just make them suspect me again?”
Li Hu had an epiphany. “So, I give you money to make the illogical seem logical.”
“I think an extra 50,000 would make it logical.”
“Then I’ll give you 100,000!”
At last, Su Qi’s fabricated tale reached a perfect close.
As long as Old Li kept his mouth shut, today’s conversation never happened. Him, a Pathseeker? What a joke.
If Old Li blabbed?
No problem—Su Qi was just a greedy liar. Worst case? Seven days in detention.
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