"Investigate that young man; find out where he cos from."
After disembarking from the plane, Shi Ming got into a luxury car and instructed his subordinates to look into Wang Linchi. The two had already gone their separate ways.
Wang Linchi went to take the bus, while Shi Ming had soone to pick him up.
The reason Shi Ming had sat with Wang Linchi was naturally because he preferred to maintain a low profile. If he had been too ostentatious, he would have attracted unwanted attention, which wouldn't have boded well.
The Great Zhao Country was incredibly powerful on the surface, but internally, there were many anti-official factions, and these groups targeted people like him.
"Yes, Young Master." A Martial Sect mber by his side affird and imdiately went to make arrangents.
"Do you think the type of Cultivation Technique that young man ntioned earlier could possibly succeed?" Shi Ming asked again.
"The success rate isn't low, but it's just too niche. Your special condition, Young Master, is rare. Most people who cultivate Martial Arts don't have issues with obesity," the Martial Sect mber replied truthfully.
Since no one was fat, no one researched it.
This would then lead to another situation: those who wanted such a thing would have to invest their own resources, and developing a Cultivation Technique would undoubtedly be extrely expensive.
The Shi Family might not agree.
"Mm, I understand." Shi Ming naturally understood what his Martial Sect bodyguard ant. It was achievable, but not feasible to implent.
"Let's go back. Let's see what kind of trouble my dear father is trying to stir up this ti," Shi Ming couldn't help but sneer. He wasn't without Martial Arts; in fact, he was a martial master himself. However, due to his constitution, his progress was extrely slow.
Even when resources were piled on him, the nutrients from them would just integrate into his fat, resulting in extrely low absorption efficiency. Otherwise, he should theoretically be at least a Martial General by now.
According to tests, it was supposed to be so kind of special constitution. However, without suitable Cultivation Techniques and Martial Arts, not only did it fail to beco an asset, but it actually beca a hindrance.
Despite this, he still held significant sway in the Shi Family.
Thus, he was always assigned to distant places to diminish his influence. Unfortunately for them, he proved more resourceful and returned within two months of being sent away.
His return this ti would undoubtedly bring disaster to quite a few people.
As for Wang Linchi, Shi Ming wasn't too concerned about him. Soone with a guaranteed admission spot choosing Eastern State Martial Arts University was indeed quite peculiar. If it were him, he would have chosen the top-tier Imperial Martial Arts University without hesitation.
Not only would he receive substantial support there, but he could also expand his network. Upon graduation, one could be assigned to a low-level position within the Great Zhao Country for two years of experience before being promoted to a mid-level position. If one maneuvered well, they could secure an official post in a state office within ten years.
One would then possess both high status and powerful capabilities.
Regrettably, the Shi Family's influence was only truly effective in their corner of Eastern State. Outside of it, their sway diminished considerably, not to ntion in the Imperial State of Great Zhao Country, ho to many powers that could easily crush them.
"Young Master, it won't be that easy this ti. Your current strength isn't quite enough," the Martial Sect bodyguard subtly reminded him. If you want to win, cunning strategies are useless; strength is key.
"I have a way to deal with it," Shi Ming said calmly. He knew strength was key, but the crux of the matter was that he lacked it.
This was why he chose to take a risky path.
Once this matter was settled, regardless of whether he won or lost, he planned to follow the idea Wang Linchi had provided and invest in researching and developing a Cultivation Technique. If it proved effective, it would naturally be beneficial for his future developnt.
If it didn't prove effective, well, that would be a matter for another ti. At least it was an opportunity.
The Shi Family might be unwilling to fund it, but it wasn't as if he lacked personal funds. If it succeeded, he could recoup any amount he invested; if it failed, it would only sting a little.
「...」
"An interesting master and servant," Wang Linchi thought as he waited for the bus, watching Shi Ming get into a luxury car from afar. He wasn't surprised.
One a martial master, the other a Martial Sect. No matter how you look at it, they're not from an ordinary family. Better keep my distance.
Wang Linchi didn't plan to get too close to them. He had rely planted a seed; if it proved useful, that would be ideal. If not, it didn't matter.
Actually, on the plane, he had even worried about a possible hijacking. Fortunately, nothing happened; otherwise, he would have had to figure out how to ensure his own survival.
Ti ticked by, and Wang Linchi soon boarded a bus heading towards the Eastern State Martial Arts University stop. It was quite far and required taking the expressway.
He had considered running there himself, but doing so for a re hundred yuan or so felt beneath him. Besides, he could easily get lost. Taking the bus was much more convenient.
The scenery began to recede, and Wang Linchi, with nothing better to do, gazed out the window. What else could he do?
I'm just a controlled thought, not my actual body, so of course, I can't conduct any experints. Self-modification is also out of the question due to the lack of a physical body; all I can do is sit here in a daze. Cultivation is impossible; I still want to use a plug-in.
After about half an hour, his Spirit focused as he noticed sothing seemingly amiss outside the window.
A strangely dressed person was staring intently at their bus as it sped along the expressway.
"Strange, don't you all feel like there are fewer cars on this stretch of the expressway today?" a passenger suddenly spoke up.
Only then did Wang Linchi notice that the opposite side of the expressway was devoid of vehicles. Their side still had so, but they were sparse and scattered.
Before Wang Linchi could speak, the entire bus was violently thrown into the air.
Screams and wails of pain rose one after another.
Sothing's happening! This is probably my fault. As the protagonist who's always trying to avoid the plot, I'm bound to face suppression. So, the suppression has arrived.
"It's the Alien Race, from the underground caves!" soone shouted, sending the people in the overturned bus into even greater Chaos.
RRRIP—
The tal skin of the bus was torn open, and an Alien Race mber with a ferocious glint in its eyes appeared.
"Damn! What are these Martial Artists good for? The Alien Race has even managed to invade!" soone yelled indignantly.
"The underground cave shattered, and a small number of the Alien Race escaped," soone who seed to know sothing explained.
A shattered underground cave refers to a situation where a Martial Artist forcibly breaks open the entrance to an underground cave, creating a spatial storm that ejects many surviving mbers of the Alien Race.
They would hide, perhaps even integrate among ordinary people, before suddenly erupting to kill.
These Alien Race mbers would be randomly distributed. It's rare for them to gather in places with many people like this, but not unheard of.
There is an irreconcilable conflict between the Human Clan and the Alien Race: the Alien Race eats humans.
They consider humans one of their food sources, even though they look quite similar to humans.
Compared to the Human Clan, the Growth process of the Alien Race is extrely bloody. Every mber of the Alien Race is a powerful warrior; even their young children possess extrely rich combat experience. They begin killing from the mont they can walk.
This was the propaganda, but Wang Linchi wasn't sure if it was true or false. Slandering the enemy was a very normal tactic.
And the anomaly on the expressway should be the work of these few Alien Race mbers.
A burly Alien Race mber pounced towards Wang Linchi, who had just regained his footing when this happened.
He imdiately struck with a poison palm, a cunning blow landing on the Alien Race mber's chest. The Toxin erupted, instantly turning it into a puddle of foul-slling pus.
The Toxin in the pus also spread, causing many passengers to imdiately feel dizzy and nauseous, so even retching or sneezing continuously.
Poison Skill, quite normal. This was actually a mild effect; I hadn't used my full strength, otherwise, these people would all be dead.
"Glargle blarg?" one of the surviving Alien Race mbers asked, its face turning ugly upon seeing this. They recognized Wang Linchi as a Martial Artist.
I don't understand. I'll have to learn the Alien Race language too.
However, from their attitude, he could tell they were fearless and prepared to gang up on him.
Wang Linchi imdiately exited the bus. Being surrounded and attacked in a narrow space was very disadvantageous.
In an open area, even if he had to flee, he could shake off these few Alien Race mbers.
The strength of these few Alien Race mbers was rather average, around the Mid-stage Warrior level. Wang Linchi didn't plan to crush them easily. Instead, he intended to 'struggle' to kill them to avoid being too conspicuous, even though this battle record was already quite conspicuous.
The few Alien Race mbers also saw through Wang Linchi's intentions and imdiately chased after him.
Eating ordinary people was, for the Alien Race, considered a hard-to-swallow food. Martial Artists, on the other hand, were a rare delicacy to them.
The reason they were a delicacy was their rarity. They were constantly suppressed and beaten by the Martial Artists of the Human Clan, so obtaining a Human Clan Martial Artist was not that easy.
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