"Er ngzi, long ti no see, quickly take a look, is your Uncle Zhang still as dazzling as ever, full of vigor!"
Before the person even arrived, a hearty laugh was heard first.
Loud as thunder, it made the command headquarters tremble slightly.
One could say it made a significant commotion!
The defense area of the Ninth Battle Group encompasses most of the Black Xie Star Domain.
It is mainly divided into three defense zones, this is the eastern defensive line.
The usually quiet command headquarters was not a place for unruly noise.
Especially when Commissioner Zhao, whose montum was growing strong and had the backing of the Military Departnt, had just arrived. A new official eager to make a mark, as they say.
Commissioner Zhao has always valued military discipline, not tolerating the slightest misconduct, and is ruthless in action.
Many pampered young masters, boasting of their prestigious background from the nine noble nas, got a rough treatnt here, suffering in training.
"Which mighty figure is so bold?"
"No idea, just heard they are piloting a very high-level Divine Machine!"
"Er ngzi, didn’t expect Commissioner Zhao to have this nickna?"
"You’re courting death! Commissioner Zhao is small-minded, you’d better watch out if the inspectors catch you..."
The heads poked out from the offices on each floor, eager to witness the commotion, then quickly shrank back to avoid being caught by Commissioner Zhao and getting into trouble.
"Uncle Zhang... can you keep your voice down! Don’t disturb others at work!"
Commissioner Zhao looked helpless, fortunately, he was prepared, waiting at the entrance to greet and quickly brought Uncle Zhang inside once he saw him.
Otherwise, this "Uncle Zhang" could have shouted all the way, causing him to lose face and face total disgrace.
Alas!
What a disaster!
Commissioner Zhao thought powerlessly; this Uncle Zhang always gave him headaches and never failed to create so "scares" every ti!
"Er ngzi, after all these years, you still haven’t changed a bit, so frail.
I passed down the Cultivation Furnace to you, encourage practicing diligently! I initially had you change your na to ’Zhao ng’ with the hope you’d bulk up."
The official na Zhao Yunhan, nicknad "Zhao Er ng," the commissioner bitterly smiled.
He might be a First Rank of Specialized Level, a notable rank within the Ninth Battle Group full of battle generals.
But in Uncle Zhang’s eyes, he was still considered "frail."
"I have never stopped the daily austerity in the Cultivation Furnace.
It’s just that my talent is lacking, and I’ve been unable to break through to reach Perfection."
Zhao Yunhan led Uncle Zhang to his office, asking his secretary to brew so good tea.
Once the hot tea was served, he personally got up to pour a cup and handed it to Uncle Zhang, observing all the etiquette.
His connection with Uncle Zhang traced back to the previous generation.
Zhao Yunhan was a legitimate son from a well-known family and grew up in the family compound, during the ti when the Great Expedition was in full swing, the red brick walls of the streets were plastered with slogans like "Respond to the Nine Marshals’ call, fight to the end of the Galaxy."
However, he was not fortunate; although his father was a battle general, due to a failed operation, he was penalized, ultimately stripped of his dals and honors, and died depressed and resentful.
Therefore, Zhao Yunhan did not inherit the glory of his father’s generation; quite the opposite, in the family compound and school, he bore the label of "war criminal’s son," getting into fights with those mocking him, nearly ending up being expelled with no further education.
Until Uncle Zhang appeared, who had known and befriended his father, taught him Nanhuang Daoist School’s Cultivation Furnace hands-on, and introduced a few teachers from the Martial Arts Association to guide him in Life Force developnt.
This is how Zhao Yunhan shifted from being a good-for-nothing "little rascal" on the streets to becoming the new star of the Ninth Battle Group’s Military Departnt, earning thumbs-up from everyone ntioning Zhao Commissioner.
"Uncle Zhang, what major event prompted you to bring out the Hun Yuan Fighter?"
Once the secretary left, Zhao Yunhan spoke with a serious tone.
He was well aware since the untily death of Shen Changyuan of Nanhuang Daoist School, Uncle Zhang had been gravely affected, staying behind closed doors, virtually untraceable.
As for the fad Hun Yuan Fighter, it had been shelved and unopened for decades.
"I have taken in a new disciple."
Uncle Zhang, sipping hot tea, replied mildly.
"That is indeed a monuntal joy worth celebrating! I’ve been stationing at the Black Xie Star Domain and missed out, hardly caught wind of the news!
Uncle Zhang, what kind of genius could pique your interest? If possible, I must et him."
Upon hearing this, Zhao Yunhan’s eyes lit up; Uncle Zhang had exceptionally high standards, and with his qualifications and strength, plus his position as the head of the Nanhuang Daoist School, outstanding talents sought apprenticeship unceasingly.
From heirs of the nine nas to second-generation mbers of the Three Ministries and Nine Departnts to young class students of the Four National Universities, to rising stars of the Military Departnt’s Battle Group.
But these, not one of them, went to Heng Province’s new star, only to face a closed door in return.
"Hmm, another day when I have ti, I’ll bring him over to pay respects at the mountain, to make a formal introduction."
Uncle Zhang drank tea as if drinking wine, downing several sips in one go.
Zhao Yunhan raised an eyebrow; Uncle Zhang’s words implied that the Nanhuang Daoist School had selected a successor?
This closed-door disciple is the future young master of the Nanhuang Daoist School?
"Is this matter related to my big nephew?"
Zhao Yunhan asked softly.
As Uncle Zhang aged day by day, approaching the inevitable demise faced by all life in the universe, the once thriving Nanhuang Daoist School’s montum slowly dwindled.
In recent years, its ranking couldn’t even compare with new forces like the Azure Dragon Daoist School.
"Ying Yuan’s death back then, undoubtedly entangled with the Ying family; Ying Qi and the accomplices at the forefront were beheaded by , offering a sacrifice."
Uncle Zhang spoke calmly, yet there was an unmistakable fierce aura beneath his tone.
"Now the only remaining thorn in Heng Province, Ying Lin, has also been removed.
But he has a father nad ’Ying Xiao,’ known to be audacious and unconventional.
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