Chapter 347: Big Ivan

"Haha, good, this is truly excellent." Meng Yifan held these three pills as if he were clutching three hundred million US dollars, or as if he were looking at three high-yield mushroom bombs.

The mushroom bomb Meng Fanchen had previously used to blast Lang Batian was only equivalent to a twenty-thousand-ton TNT explosion; it was basically a product already phased out by Earth's major military powers.

Of course, it was precisely because that mushroom bomb lacked sufficient power and had long been phased out that it was acquired by some well-connected people and sold on the Heishi.

Dayiwan was exactly that kind of arms dealer with heaven-reaching connections. He was extremely wealthy, rich enough to rival a nation, but he was currently suffering from terminal cancer; no matter how much money he had, it could not save his life.

Now, Meng Fanchen had three miracle drugs in his hands that could treat cancer and could save Dayiwan's life. Items have a price, but life is priceless.

As long as Dayiwan knew these miracle drugs could truly save his life, he would be willing to pay no matter how much money it cost.

"The power of the last mushroom bomb was still a bit small; it didn't even completely blast the Level 5 Low Stage Lang Batian to death. This time, I have to deal with a Level 5 Peak Demon Beast, so the power of the mushroom bomb must at least double, otherwise, it won't be able to heavily injure Ao Bi'an."

Meng Yifan pondered. He decided that for these two Third Grade Pills, he would ask Dayiwan to exchange them for at least two mushroom bombs with an explosive power equivalent to over one hundred thousand tons. As for this Fourth-grade Pill, Meng Yifan prepared to trade it for a hydrogen bomb; he just didn't know if Dayiwan could procure a hydrogen bomb.

Ao Bi'an and Lang Batian could arrive at any time. Meng Yifan dared not delay. He gave a few instructions to Meng Dayong, Liu Zhongyong, and Lang Batian, then returned to his room, closed the door, lay on the bed, and used his Spiritual Power to tap "Return" on the Game Panel.

In an instant, the large amount of Yin Soul Energy previously collected was consumed by the Game Panel, transforming into a special suction force that enveloped Meng Yifan's Divine Soul, then tore open a Space-Time Channel, carrying Meng Yifan's Divine Soul Origin through space and time, returning to Earth.

Although he had traveled through time several times already, Meng Yifan still felt it was magical every time. With his strength as a Fifth-grade Cultivator, he was still unable to detect what kind of realm the existence that created the Game Panel had reached, which sometimes made him feel fearful.

Why would such a powerful existence create the Game Panel? Was it a game made out of boredom, or did it have some special purpose? And why did they choose him to use the Game Panel?

Although he had been a mercenary, to the billions of living beings on Earth, he was just a very ordinary person with nothing special about him.

These questions had always troubled Meng Yifan. He had also tried to communicate with the Game Panel, but the Game Panel did not answer him.

Helpless, Meng Yifan could only take things one step at a time, believing that once his strength was sufficiently powerful, he would eventually figure out who created the Game Panel.

Meng Yifan opened his eyes again and had already arrived on Earth. His body had also switched back to his original body. This feeling was very strange, like Zhuang Zhou dreaming of a butterfly, making him unable to distinguish whether the body on Earth was the real one, or if the self in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World was the real one, or if the self in both worlds was real?

Meng Yifan did not dwell on the problem of his body. Two great enemies in the Great Martial Heavenly Dynasty World could attack at any time; he had to get more mushroom bombs on Earth to defeat Ao Bi'an.

Meng Yifan took out his phone and dialed Francis's number. After the phone rang three times, it was answered.

"Master, your most loyal servant greets you." Francis's humble voice came from the phone.

There was no need for Meng Yifan to be polite with his servant. He said directly: "Francis, I have miracle drugs for cancer treatment in my hands now. You go contact Dayiwan; I want to have a face-to-face meeting with him."

Francis was stunned for a moment and asked cautiously: "Master, Dayiwan's status is very unusual, and his connections are very broad. No one in the underground world dares to provoke him. He is currently suffering from terminal lung cancer and has become manic, irritable, and temperamental. Are you sure you can cure his illness?"

"I have two Third Grade Pills, which can guarantee a ninety percent chance of curing terminal lung cancer, and one Fourth-grade Pill, which can guarantee a one hundred percent chance of curing terminal lung cancer."

"However, these pills are extremely precious. There are only these three on Earth. If Dayiwan wants the pills, he must trade them for mushroom bombs."

"For the two Third Grade Pills, I want high-yield mushroom bombs—the more powerful, the better. I want to trade that Fourth-grade Pill for a hydrogen bomb." Meng Yifan stated his requirements.

Francis was terrified upon hearing this. Judging by Meng Yifan's meaning, he still thought the power of the last mushroom bomb was too small. My God, that was a mushroom bomb.

Even if it was just a phased-out product equivalent to a twenty-thousand-ton TNT explosion, it was still a mushroom bomb.

Meng Yifan actually thought the power was too small, and he even wanted a hydrogen bomb. What did he want to do? Destroy the whole world?

Francis really wanted to persuade Meng Yifan not to ask for a hydrogen bomb, but the words reached his lips and he still didn't say them. The Soul Imprint was very overbearing and would change a person's thinking in a subtle way.

Although Francis had not been Meng Yifan's servant for long, he had already slowly begun to obey Meng Yifan's every word; as long as Meng Yifan said it, it was right.

"Very well, my respected Master, I will go contact Dayiwan now and arrange a face-to-face meeting for both of you," Francis said.

Francis dialed Dayiwan's phone and said: "My old friend, is your condition any better?"

"It's terrible. I just had another round of chemotherapy; it's too unbearable. The cancer has reached the terminal stage; with Earth's technology, it can no longer be cured."

"I've been considering whether to go get frozen, and wait until decades later, after Earth has researched drugs to treat cancer, to be thawed and receive treatment," Dayiwan said weakly.

"My friend, I want to tell you some good news. You don't need to be frozen into an ice lolly. A mysterious Eastern Immortal Cultivator has refined a miracle Spirit Pill that can treat cancer and can guarantee to cure your cancer," Francis said.

Dayiwan said excitedly: "Really? Old friend, don't lie to me, otherwise, even though we have had fifty years of friendship, I will still be very angry. You know that for a dying man, when I get angry, even I am afraid of myself."

"Haha, old friend, you must believe me. That mysterious Eastern Immortal Cultivator is my master, True Person Meng Yifan. The pills in his hands can truly cure your cancer. However, my master requires an exchange for mushroom bombs and hydrogen bombs; the more powerful, the better," Francis said.

"Your master? I didn't know the Patriarch of the Cullen Family actually had an Eastern master. Haha, I don't care what kind of relationship you have; if he wants mushroom bombs and hydrogen bombs, I will find a way to satisfy him. But if he is just a liar, no matter what his status is or what kind of strength he has, I will make him pay a heavy price, including you, Francis."

Dayiwan warned in a stern tone. Mainly because since he fell ill, there had been too many liars who used the guise of being able to treat cancer to come to him to swindle money. Not only did they not cure the cancer, but they even worsened his condition, which was an unforgivable sin for Dayiwan, who cherished his life very much.

"Old friend, rest assured, this time it will definitely be able to cure your cancer. My master wants to have a face-to-face meeting with you. When are you free?" Francis said.

"I am free at any time. How about this, you and your master come to my manor; I will await your arrival at any time," Dayiwan said.

"Very well, then we will see you this afternoon." After Francis finished speaking, he hung up the phone and called Meng Yifan to tell him that Dayiwan had agreed to meet.