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Most striking were the four large pockets, perfectly designed and undeniably practical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re joking, gentlemen. Yang Kang now delights in wealth and status—he still refuses to acknowledge his biological father. How could he compare to Guo Jing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I lost this contest,” Qiu Chuji said solemnly, bowing respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Qiu, long ago we made a wager to take the children of the Guo and Yang families as disciples. But when we found Guo Jing, he had not only mastered formidable martial arts—he had already built himself a solid foundation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I regained my sight and avenged my elder brother solely because of him. What right do we have to call ourselves his masters when we’ve taught him nothing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Guo Jing had told them the story of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, he still refused to perform the disciple’s bow to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Seven Freaks of that timeline had truly been his teachers—they deserved the title of Master. But what had these seven ever taught him? What right did they have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, over these past few years, Guo Jing had taught them martial arts, turning them into what are now called Qi Practitioners.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough,” Guo Jing interrupted the unpleasant topic. “We’ve driven the Jin out of this land—it’s a day to celebrate, not dwell on grievances. Come, let’s eat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guo kid, if you’re treating us to a meal, don’t be stingy—instant noodles are a must,” Hong Qigong said as he walked beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Hong, you and Master Qiu are my honored guests. How could I serve you something as lowly as instant noodles?” Guo Jing protested repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You call this rare delicacy ‘lowly’? Good heavens—are you saying you eat this every day?” Hong Qigong asked in shock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Instant noodles are indeed a rare delicacy by today’s standards, but they’re fast food—easy to store, and once the technology is mastered, you can make as much as you want. Hey, Master Hong, what’s wrong?” Guo Jing asked, noticing Hong Qigong clutching his chest tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“N-no, let me ask you again—you’re saying this stuff can be made in unlimited quantities? It’s not some precious delicacy?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hong Qigong pressed again, unwilling to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course not precious. If you want some, I’ve got a whole box. When I’m too busy to cook, I just eat instant noodles.” Guo Jing spoke as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Hong Qigong’s heart shattered—he had traded the Gaibang ’s ancestral Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms for eighteen bowls of something utterly common.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hated himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just said you have a whole box of instant noodles—and you’d give them all to me?” Hong Qigong asked, eyes glistening with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Hong, if you want some, just tell me anytime—I’ll send you a box right away. But today, as host, I must treat you to proper food. Instant noodles are out of the question.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moved by Guo Jing’s sincerity, Hong Qigong asked curiously: “You’re such a decent man—how did you end up friends with Zhang Chu’an, who traded eighteen boxes of instant noodles for my Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighteen boxes of instant noodles for the Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms—I’ve betrayed every elder of the Gaibang .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing felt a flush of embarrassment and asked: “Master Hong, where did Zhang Chu’an get the Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms he sent me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Hong, this is all my fault—I wanted the Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms. If you’re angry, direct it at me. Whatever compensation you ask for, I’ll give you.” Guo Jing spoke with righteous conviction. Hong Qigong, momentarily dazed, murmured: “You remind me of a certain elder of the Gaibang .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you referring to Qiao Feng, the elder who reduced the Dragon-Slaying Twenty-Eight Palms to Eighteen? Qiao Feng’s story was tragic—but such a thing will never happen again. From now on, whether Xiang, Khitan, or Han, all will live in harmony under one nation, all bearing the name Huaxia, all sharing the same faith.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From now on, we are all one family,” Guo Jing said, unconsciously recalling the song about the fifty-six ethnic groups being one family from the future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In high spirits, Guo Jing prepared dishes from the future: hamburgers, cola, pizza, ice cream, chocolate, and soda.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a feast for Hong Qigong’s ever-hungry palate—he devoured everything while exclaiming: “To eat so many delicious foods? Even trading the Dragon-Slaying Eighteen Palms was worth it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Guo Jing stared at Hong Qigong in silence. Now he understood why Hong Qigong, despite leading the massive Gaibang , had failed to achieve anything against the Jin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In terms of leadership, Hong Qigong was worlds apart from the sect heads of One Under Heaven. Tang Men’s patriarch Tang Miaoxing had died from Dan Shi to preserve his sect’s ultimate art.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Jing couldn’t imagine what would happen if the Tang Men patriarch traded Dan Shi for food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, your Revolutionary Army now controls nearly all the north—what are your plans for the Southern Song? Will you conquer them, or seek peaceful coexistence?” Hong Qigong asked, full after his meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others at the table turned to Guo Jing. He rose, walked to the window, and spoke gravely: “Since the end of the Tang, the realm has remained divided. The people of Yan and Yun have been separated from the Southern Song for how many years?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we do not unify the land now, we are traitors to unity—no different from Qin Gui, who preached ‘Southerners return south, Northerners return north.’ Gentlemen, I’ve just received word: the Southern Song is in chaos. Shi Miyuan launched a coup, killed Han Tuozhou, and restored Qin Gui’s title of Prince Shen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this news, everyone’s faces turned pale. Had Qin Gui, that treacherous villain, risen again? If he returned to power, would we all be forced to kneel once more?\u003C\u002Fp>",1039,"2026-06-20T13:48:22.834Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b53eb0adbf654abb5c4020603433ebd57330a32acfe4d0c6d229c38c2ad09d8c","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-151","from-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-chapter-149",205,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Ffrom-special-forces-to-the-multiverse-cover.jpg"]