Chapter 295: Who Taught Him?

"New Era" Base, Core Research Zone, a highly classified laboratory.

Lei Dong stood before the one-way glass, frowning as he watched the scene inside. There, Qin Feng stood before a complex instrument covered in numerous sensor nodes; at its center floated a fragment of an unusual crystal emitting a faint blue glow—this was one of the samples retrieved from Kunlun Mountain, containing energy signatures beyond current scientific comprehension.

What shocked Lei Dong was not the crystal itself, but Qin Feng's actions.

He wore no protective gear, nor was he connected to any data interface; he simply extended his right hand, fingers slightly spread, hovering about ten centimeters above the crystal fragment. His fingertips emitted no light, yet the laboratory's energy readings spiked wildly, data streams on all monitoring screens refreshing like waterfalls—so fast the human eye could barely track them.

Even more incomprehensible to Lei Dong was that Qin Feng occasionally turned his head to glance at a side auxiliary screen, where highly advanced quantum field theory equations and energy topology models scrolled rapidly. These equations and models were the preliminary theoretical framework constructed over months by the "New Era"'s top physics team, incorporating partial information from the Kunlun Ruins—extremely complex, incomplete, and riddled with obvious contradictions and gaps.

Yet Qin Feng looked at those scrolling equations with calm eyes, occasionally nodding slightly—or barely perceptibly shaking his head—his expression not that of someone gazing at celestial scripture, but rather a teacher reviewing a student's flawed assignment.

Then, his hovering fingers made minuscule adjustments; with each subtle movement of his fingertips, the crystal fragment's energy radiation pattern shifted in response, becoming more stable—or revealing harmonic resonances never before observed!

He was… tuning this crystal?

Using some method Lei Dong could not comprehend, directly interacting with the crystal's internal energy structure? And could he actually understand—even verify and correct—the theoretical models on the side screen, models even the project's chief scientist admitted they'd "only touched the surface"?

How was this possible?!

Lei Dong felt his decades-long scientific worldview undergoing unprecedented shock. He had long accepted that Qin Feng possessed extraordinary power. But power was one thing; knowledge was another! Especially this kind of cutting-edge physics, touching upon the universe's fundamental laws and requiring profound theoretical grounding!

"He… understands it?" Lei Dong couldn't help asking the project lead beside him, an elderly professor with white hair and thick glasses.

The professor, equally awestruck and incredulous, adjusted his glasses, his voice trembling: "Commander Lei… not only does he understand it! Look here—" He pointed to a formula that had just auto-updated on the main screen. "His subtle energy guidance just filled in a critical parameter our team couldn't deduce in three months! How did he do it? Intuition? Or…?"

The professor's words trailed off, because Qin Feng inside the lab seemed to have completed his preliminary "tuning" and withdrew his hand. The crystal fragment's glow softened and stabilized, no longer flickering erratically or dimming unpredictably as before.

Qin Feng turned, his gaze seemingly piercing through the one-way glass and landing on Lei Dong.

Lei Dong took a deep breath and opened the lab door, stepping inside. The complex energy detection instruments emitted a low hum; the air still carried a faint trace of strange residual energy.

"Mr. Qin," Lei Dong forced his voice to remain calm, "you were just…"

"Verifying some hypotheses," Qin Feng interrupted, his tone as flat as ever, as if what he'd just done were trivial. His eyes swept over the complex formulas on the screen. "Your model's general direction is correct, but its foundational assumptions contain three fatal errors."

"Three… fatal errors?" The professor, who had followed in, nearly jumped. This model was the team's life's work; though they knew it was incomplete, being told it had "fatal errors" outright was unbearable.

"Where?" The professor pressed urgently, forgetting his usual reverence for Qin Feng.

Qin Feng did not answer directly. Instead, he walked to the control console and swiftly typed on the virtual keyboard. His movements flowed effortlessly, without the slightest hesitation—as if he were utterly familiar with this highly specialized operating system.

Lei Dong and the professor held their breath, watching.

On the screen, the original formulas were rapidly modified, deleted, and restructured. Qin Feng introduced mathematical symbols and expressions they had never seen—yet appeared exquisitely elegant and harmonious—rebuilding the core equation linking energy and spacetime curvature. His derivation was concise and profound, each step striking straight to the essence; the contradictions and gaps that had plagued the team for months dissolved beneath his hand like snow under sunlight.

In mere minutes, a new, simpler, more complete theoretical framework emerged on the screen. Though many details still needed filling, its logical rigor and structural perfection left the professor spellbound, muttering incessantly: "So that's how… so that's how it works! We were trapped in cognitive bias… Magnificent! This is pure art!"

Lei Dong could not fully grasp the advanced mathematics, but he understood the professor's reaction—it was the fervor and awe of one who had heard the Dao in the morning and could die content at night.

When Qin Feng pressed the final symbol and stopped, the lab fell silent, save for the faint hum of running instruments.

The professor seized Qin Feng's arm, trembling with excitement: "Mr. Qin! These insights… these theories… where did you learn them? From which master's legacy? Or… did you derive them yourself?"

This was no longer merely power! This was cognition and understanding of cosmic laws, surpassing human civilization by multiple levels!

Qin Feng gently brushed off the professor's hand, did not answer his question, but turned to Lei Dong and said something seemingly unrelated: "The coordinate resolution for 'Jing Yi' can reference the topological mapping method in the seventh node of this new model—efficiency improves by 47.3%."

With that, he ignored the two men frozen in stunned silence and walked out of the lab.

Lei Dong stood where he was, watching Qin Feng's retreating back, then gazing at the screen now displaying the radically transformed theoretical framework. The enormous question mark inside him swelled like a balloon, threatening to burst his chest.

Who taught him?

These knowledge systems—clearly not of this era, perhaps not even within humanity's current cognitive framework—where did they come from?

The Kunlun Inheritance? Some unknown ancient civilization's legacy? Or… like his own existence, an inexplicable mystery?

The professor remained lost in the shock of revelation, repeatedly examining the new formulas on screen, alternating between ecstatic joy and bewildered confusion.

But Lei Dong felt a deep chill, intertwined with uncontrollable curiosity, rising from his core.

Qin Feng—who are you? What secrets lie behind you?

He realized his understanding of this mysterious "Advisor" was, at best, a fraction of an iceberg's tip.