Chapter 2746: 2649.2548 Terror Reaches This Point

2649.2548 Terror Reaches This Point

After talking for a long time, there wasn't much of a nutritious gain. The biggest gain was the matter of Longsha Chan and Wang Gui ascending in broad daylight during the Wanli era.

After saying a few words, Zheng Ren bid farewell to Wang Daoshi, and Su Yun ended the video call, asking: "Boss, does Longsha Chan really have that matter?"

"Mm, there is." Zheng Ren said: "There is also the legend of eight hundred earth immortals ascending, but it's different from Yan Master's junior martial brother."

"Saying it is the same as not saying it." Su Yun said, "Wang Daoshi also has no opinion, so let's just take it step by step."

"Materialist, think about it—if one could truly ascend in broad daylight, that would be an extraterrestrial being." Zheng Ren said, "An extraterrestrial being, asking an ordinary Earth person like me to guard the Dharma—how absurd. So, it's fundamentally impossible."

After saying that, Zheng Ren froze for a moment. He immediately entered the System Space, but saw no changes at all—only the skill tree swaying gently, leaves rustling, making a shushing sound.

Strange, Zheng Ren thought to himself.

Forget it, the Big Pig Trotter is just more advanced technology, having nothing to do with the cultivation civilization. Zheng Ren had his own judgment: the 3D printing equipment in the community hospital's demonstration classroom could simulate part of the System Space's functions.

Although it's only a part, the System Space isn't that miraculous anymore. As for the panel, skills, and diagnosis, Zheng Ren could also roughly explain them.

I just don't know what Yan Master means.

He exited the System Space, just in time to hear Su Yun say: "Boss, you say you don't want it with your mouth, but your body is being honest."

"How?"

"You just spaced out."

"Hmm, I'm just wondering what Yan Master's purpose is. If he were abroad, he might still be able to stir up some waves, but domestically…… before I leave, I'll first report to the organization."

Zheng Ren said seriously.

Su Yun ran through those extremely familiar words in her mind, yet they felt unusually foreign.

"What the hell is all this!" He sighed helplessly, the black hair on his forehead weakly twitching.

"Even if it's not an extraterrestrial being, it could possibly be considered a high-dimensional existence; we lowly lifeforms of a four-dimensional world simply can't hope to solve it."

"I'm off to work; I'll contact Yan Master later—is he in Yangcheng?"

"In the mountains near Yangcheng, it should be around Tiantang Peak, who knows." Su Yun said, "If you agree, I'll negotiate further with that side—just giving this much isn't enough. Times have changed; you're no longer a Nobel Prize nominee, but a Nobel Prize winner."

"It doesn't matter much." Zheng Ren said helplessly, savoring his words.

"It's just asking for more money, any excuse will do—for example, saying Heizi doesn't want you to leave." Su Yun said offhand.

……

……

Tian Nan Sheng, in a mountain rarely visited by humans, the mountain road isn't very wide, but it's quite flat.

An ancient compound lies hidden among the dense mountains, faintly exuding an air of seclusion.

Surrounded by mountains on three sides, a small stream before the door babbles gently; in this tranquility, not a speck of worldly dust exists.

The convoy wound up the mountain, a fleet of black off-road vehicles reflecting the sunlight filtering through the woods; from afar they glittered like black pearls.

The convoy stopped before the gate of the ancient manor; Song Shi, still somewhat frail, stepped down like a willow in the wind.

"Song Shi, long time no see." Yan Master stepped forward to greet him, clasping his hands in salute.

"Yan Master, you're too polite." Song Moqi said, "I can't figure it out, so I wanted to see for myself."

"Please come inside."

After several people arrived at the front hall and took their seats, Song Moqi, without exchanging pleasantries, directly asked: "Junior Martial Brother Tan, this opportunity of yours—is it cause for joy or congratulations?"

"Speaking of opportunity, it's also a source of calamity." Yan Master said: "I went to the secret realm to inquire; ascension is very difficult, and I don't know whether the formation left by the Heavenly Tribulation Master Ancestor can withstand this."

"Oh?"

"The Du Meridian's Qiangjiang point is problematic; the internal true qi transforms into form but struggles to pass the Qiangjiang point." Yan Master sighed: "It's like a long spear stored away, like a vast flood—if the Qiangjiang point cannot be cleared, in the end everything is but flowers in the mirror, moon in the water."

"We have Boss Zheng."

"But the omens show more misfortune than fortune."

"My omens this year also say more misfortune than fortune, yet after meeting Boss Zheng, misfortune still turns to fortune." Song Moqi smiled, lifted her teacup, took a light sip, and said: "Boss Zheng's fortune is strong; Yan Master, please rest assured."

Yan Master nodded slightly, saying nothing more.

"Has Boss Zheng agreed?" Song Moqi asked.

"My son has already been in contact with Boss Zheng; he's arriving today, and should be landing shortly."

"That's good." Song Moqi said: "No one has heard of broad-daylight ascension for several hundred years; Junior Martial Brother Tan is truly a heaven-sent genius—upon attaining the Dao, how enviable!"

"Alas, I've never seen true qi taking form before; the other day I went to see Junior Martial Brother Tan—at the Qiangjiang point his true qi had already become substance-like, the scattered true essence wandering through his limbs, nearing qi deviation." Yan Master said: "I've barely managed to suppress his internal qi, but I don't know how to resolve the formed true qi."

"Boss Zheng's wonderful methods." Song Moqi, like a total fangirl, whenever the three words "Boss Zheng" are mentioned, her lovely eyes sparkle and ripples flow.

"Master, Boss Zheng has disembarked from the plane, and my senior brother has already picked him up." The youth received the message and whispered into Yan Master's ear.

"Your senior brother has picked him up?"

"Mm, he's already picked him up; he should arrive in about four hours."

"Good." Yan Master, his spirits lifted a little, looked at Song Moqi and said: "Master Song, our two sects share deep origins; if Junior Martial Brother Tan encounters trouble, I hope you will extend a helping hand."

"Yan Master, rest assured—I will do my utmost." Song Moqi nodded lightly.

As they were speaking, the tea before Song Moqi faintly steamed; she frowned, watching weak ripples spread in her teacup.

"Master, the gate of the secret realm has opened." A person rushed in, bowing as they spoke.

Yan Master sprang to his feet: "Junior Martial Brother Tan probably can't bear the pain anymore."

Song Moqi set down her teacup and lifted her gaze to Yan Master.

"Please still extend a helping hand."

Upon hearing Yan Master say that, Song Moqi then nodded. Concerning matters of the secret realm, she could not reveal even a hint of covetous intent.

The youth led the way ahead, and the two hurried toward the rear courtyard.

In the rear courtyard stood a main house; the side room's wooden door was half-closed, with a yellow sealing paper fluttering in the breeze, its writing illegible.

Yan Master's face grew darker and darker as he strode inside.

In a vague moment, a halo of light flickered, and then Song Mo Zhi also followed it in.

A middle-aged man in his forties lay on the ground, fists clenched, seemingly in unbearable pain, veins bulging on his forehead, his upper body naked.

His Long Strong point lay hidden beneath his clothing; although not exposed, a solid, tangible true qi manifestation could be seen bulging there, even shifting slightly as the middle-aged man's muscles twitched.

Song Mo Zhi sucked in a breath of cold air—truly a true qi manifestation! Junior Disciple Tan originally had little talent; how could he achieve true qi manifestation, it's terrifying to this degree!