Chapter 277: Fu Li Master Regrets, Deeply Regrets

"About the incident at the boss’s workstation coming apart"

Ge Qiang knelt on the ground, clutching his agonizing crotch with both hands, yet even under suspicion of treason and espionage, he still hastily defended himself:

"Don’t blame me entirely—I have no fetish for old men. I just wanted to replace the thermal paste on his CPU to get back at him for docking me five hundred yuan for missing morning check-in."

"Those details don’t matter. When we take you out and shoot you, we won’t bother preparing a gravestone."

Wang Qiqi glanced at Ge Qiang’s crotch, then looked away and shook her head: "But you may lose your citizenship, rights, and privacy due to treason."

"If you please us, we won’t send your browser and shopping history to your family group chat. We’re just asking casually—but even casual inquiries require procedure."

"Yes yes yes"

Ge Qiang nodded with a forced smile, cursing he hadn’t brought his phone: "Honestly, I never wanted to attend those offline courses—I only went to collect the two thousand yuan hush money."

"We did get one thousand yuan right away, but the other thousand was only paid after finishing the course. That’s where I first heard about the Qi revival."

"He said he wasn’t short on money and had the technique to synthesize Qi agents, but with the coming Qi revival, no matter how stable Xia’s society became, there’d still be arrogant nobles, self-proclaimed chosen ones, and naive teens doing stupid things to spark chaos."

"He wanted to build a team—like ancient household guards or enforcers."

"But since it involved dirty work, he didn’t want it made public. Our existence would remain secret; he’d never show his face, only provide us with spirit herbs and issue missions when necessary."

Ge Qiang detailed everything—how he encountered the Qi revival, how he gained his strength—all truthfully, even though Wang Qiqi listened with utter indifference.

The boss might not care much about this.

But the fox spirit beside him still held a knife, seemingly ready to slice him dead at any moment.

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An Sheng looked at Wang Qiqi.

Wang Qiqi shook her head and said: "We don’t care about those things. Tell us why you’re posing as a traditional Chinese medicine wellness master here."

"To make money. That bastard probably doesn’t even know what money is—he just keeps handing out spirit herbs and making empty promises, never caring if we’re broke. My silver bars, shells, 361, Baidu—all maxed out."

Ge Qiang spoke bitterly: "I used the effects of the spirit herbs and online research to launch a fundraising venture in Changancheng. I swear, I only planned to scam fifty million yuan, then hire a legitimate research institute to crack the spirit herb’s secrets and start a pharmaceutical company—I never intended treason or espionage."

"I don’t even know what’s in the spirit herbs—how could I be smuggling strategic materials?"

"You’re surprisingly smart."

After hearing Ge Qiang’s account, Wang Qiqi glanced at him, then turned to Fu Li Master:

"Ge Qiang should be considered the fourth suspect in the Superpower Course case. The first two are already in prison for criminal charges. The third sensed something was off and reported it on the 27th of last month, providing leads and collecting thirty thousand yuan in reward money from us."

Wang Qiqi said coolly: "The mastermind behind the Superpower Course has not yet been identified."

"But after tracing the route, we found they opened superpower courses centered around Changancheng, Shancheng, Yongzhou, and over a dozen other cities."

"The spirit herbs they distributed were actually made from leftover parts of spirit beasts by the Longevity Club."

"These were given away for free to attract wealthy patrons and promote their technology."

"The mastermind behind the Superpower Course took the Longevity Club’s formula, mixed it with glucose, then added bittering agents, and passed it off as spirit herbs for free distribution."

The glucose dissolved instantly on the tongue, and with bittering agents mimicking herbal medicine, this was the so-called divine pill Ge Qiang consumed—the main ingredient sourced from the Longevity Club’s formula.

"What are spirit beast leftovers?"

Listening to Wang Qiqi’s explanation, An Sheng could deduce one thing.

Ge Qiang’s case was not isolated—it was likely an organized, premeditated infiltration.

People like Ge Qiang were just pawns, casually planted by the Superpower Course. The lumberjacks were already investigating the mastermind, possibly even had leads—though Wang Qiqi hadn’t said.

Recalling what Wang Qiqi had said earlier—that modern technology surpassed the ancient world—

In practical applications of spirit grains, modern researchers had rapidly advanced by standing on the shoulders of predecessors.

But in foundational research on spirit grains, modern people still lagged far behind their ancestors; much of their knowledge relied on archaeological discoveries and posthumous categorization.

The ancient people living through the Qi revival had fully endured the entire cycle.

They had no microscopes, electronic analyzers, or laboratories.

But they had manpower and resources—they used human lives as raw material to compile a body of empirical knowledge.

In depth of foundational spirit grain research, modern people still cannot match the ancients.

Changancheng, as the capital of thirteen dynasties, hides countless ancient tombs beneath it—some say the entire city was built atop a colossal burial mound.

It’s natural someone would try to loot these tombs—or steal research classified by the Anquan Bureau.

After all,

Foreigners love tomb raiding—Egypt has plenty to say about that.

Even the tip of their pyramids still sits in the British Museum.

Therefore,

An Sheng, realizing Ge Qiang’s case might involve foreign powers clashing with the Anquan Bureau, chose not to ask further—afraid Wang Qiqi would use her flat-girl charm to trick him into going back to work.

Though he had no interest in the great immortals’ battles.

But one point Wang Qiqi mentioned deeply intrigued him.

What technology did the Longevity Club have to synthesize spirit grain agents from spirit beast leftovers?

Let me see if I can do it—if I can, I’ll grab two bottles and inject them into Yu Xueqing’s ass.

"You’re asking about the Longevity Club’s formula? Their free distribution agents are just spirit beast flesh and blood mixed with antibiotics."

"Boiling bones into powder and purifying the broth works too."

Wang Qiqi looked at An Sheng with full certainty:

"So in our lumberjack circle, we have zero affection for the Longevity Club. Some radical officers even apply daily for overseas missions just to drive tanks and blast the Longevity Club’s warriors to smithereens."

"????" An Sheng turned to Wang Qiqi, slowly blinking out a question mark.

What the actual fuck is bone powder mixed with water?!

"That’s the truth. But Fu Li Master, rest assured—on science and human rights, our public education is excellent. We absolutely don’t believe in superstitious nonsense like grinding spirit beasts into bracelets to boost virility," Wang Qiqi declared.

"I regret it."

"I deeply regret it. If I’d known the Longevity Club was this insane, I’d have rammed that Black Warrior Raptor’s tire straight into that bastard hyena’s ass," An Sheng said, face twisted with remorse.

If I’d known…

I should’ve driven a pickup truck into it.

Too light! Too gentle!

(End of Chapter)