Chapter 489: 482 Jing Tian Jing Long, step forward!

After returning to the TPC marine base with the two children and one adult, Qi Ming immediately summoned Toregia and Agamus to assist him.

“Be careful—the Uroga chip, while unable to control Miss Reni, still carries a virus.”

“If you scan the chip with machinery, it will reverse-infect the system and cause total paralysis.”

In the original plot, the Young Elite Team fell victim to this exact trap, deepening the rift between Musashi and his team.

Toregia: “Though I’m not as skilled as Director Shikali, I won’t be brought down by such a petty trick.”

Agamus: “Just isolate it with a firewall.”

But how to truly revive Reni was still a complex problem.

“The chip Uroga implanted in her brain must be removed—otherwise, Miss Reni’s life hangs entirely on its whim.”

“But what should we do next...”

The two scientists got to work, while Yangmei and Shuusaku, who had come with Qi Ming, looked around in wide-eyed wonder.

To be inside a TPC base, to see its inner workings with my own eyes—this is amazing!

At that moment, Emi stepped beside Qi Ming and whispered something; Qi Ming nodded: “He’s here?”

He then called Shuusaku aside and asked him how he viewed his own ancestor.

Shuusaku startled: “My ancestor?”

Qi Ming: “Moutou Kijuro.”

At these words, Shuusaku froze in shock: “How do you know that?!”

This was terrifying—could he read minds?

Qi Ming: “So, are you planning to help him?”

Shuusaku lowered his head, voice barely audible: “I don’t know... I don’t understand most of what he says.”

Qi Ming: “I know someone who was close to your ancestor—they were practically blood brothers. You could go ask him.”

As he spoke, Jing Tian Jing Long arrived: “Is this the boy?”

Qi Ming: “Yes. Don’t scare him—he’s a good child.”

These words warmed Shuusaku’s heart; Brother Qi Ming truly seemed to know everything—aware of his recent struggles, and understanding his thoughts.

Yet he stared at the man possessed by Jing Tian Jing Long with confusion—could this really be his ancestor’s acquaintance? He looked nothing but an ordinary uncle.

Jing Tian Jing Long sensed Shuusaku’s doubt and acted without hesitation: he grabbed an apple from the fruit basket, tossed it gently toward Shuusaku, then drew his sword in one swift slash.

“Shhh!” The apple landed in Shuusaku’s hands, sliced into dozens of perfectly even cubes.

This feat made Shuusaku’s eyes widen—such speed in drawing the blade, such precision in cutting—this was a technique only a legendary master from a manga could pull off!

Qi Ming, witnessing this, patted Jing Tian Jing Long on the shoulder: “If you ever meet a strange man—or monster—called ‘Black Sperm,’ don’t underestimate it. Run immediately.”

Jing Tian Jing Long: “?”

Shuusaku: “That’s incredible—do you really know my ancestor?”

Jing Tian Jing Long: “I knew him intimately. Last time we met, he was full of confidence, claiming that as the strongest sorcerer, he’d surely win—then I cut him clean in half with one slash.”

“Turns out he was like a cockroach—even after such a fatal wound, he didn’t die right away. Before he expired, he passed his curse onto his descendants. You’re one of his victims.”

As a great hero, he wouldn’t say, “I shall sever your tainted bloodline,” and kill Shuusaku to prevent Moutou Kijuro’s ambitions—he knew better.

Shuusaku: “Why did you kill my ancestor?”

Jing Tian Jing Long: “He consorted with foreign evil forces, plotting to assassinate generals and daimyo to seize their power and bring ruin upon the land. I could not allow it.”

He went on to explain—he was a soul reborn from a thousand years ago, having slain demons and monsters in life: the demon of Mount Suna, the Love Demon, and Moutou Kijuro—all had fallen to him.

He described how Moutou Kijuro allied with “foreign forces” to summon the Destruction of the Body, how he wrought havoc and plunged the people into suffering.

Shuusaku listened, dazed—he had never imagined such things had ever happened.

Shuusaku: “So... you want me to reject him?”

Qi Ming: “We hope you follow your heart. You’re a good child. It’s late—rest here tonight.”

Qi Ming found a TPC staff member to assign Shuusaku and Yangmei a room.

Shuusaku fell asleep with a worried expression—but that night, he did not dream of Moutou Kijuro again.

The next morning, Yangmei woke him, took him to experience the TPC cafeteria, then dragged him off to see Hei Qi Reni.

Because Qi Ming had given instructions, though shadowed by watchers, no one interfered with them.

Yangmei asked Agamus, who looked kind: “Can you save Sister Reni?”

Agamus: “It’s not that simple.”

Reni, lying on the hospital bed, smiled weakly: “There’s no need to go through so much trouble for me. A peaceful slumber isn’t a bad choice—I died long ago.”

Seijo Nagi beside her said: “Our Victory Team never abandons anyone—especially not a brave pioneer like you.”

Even she, always rational and guided by self-interest, wished for Hei Qi Reni to live.

At that moment, Yangmei received a phone call—her mother was frantic because she hadn’t come home overnight.