harleyscars Chapter 103 Shameless Thing
Chapter 103 Shameless Thing
Chapter 103 Shameless Thing
The sixth inning moved very quickly.
The Traditional Martial Arts Association was shut down less than an hour after Hu Biao left. The reason for the speed was quite simple.
In their view, Hu Biao was the one who suffered a loss in this transaction.
The three conditions he proposed were almost negligible compared to the value of the Ling Shu Ring.
But in fact, Hu Biao did not feel that he had been taken advantage of.
As his physical abilities improved, especially with the evolution of his brain, the Spiritual Pivot Ring became worthless to him.
He had figured out the principle behind this thing. It wasn't some kind of magical artifact or elixir. To put it bluntly, it was essentially an energy conversion device.
You ingest energy through food, which helps you convert that energy into bioenergy, nourishing your body and strengthening its functions. Even without it, you can still convert it, but it will be less efficient and take longer.
Most importantly, it doesn't create energy out of thin air. If you don't eat, it can't do anything. And the limit of this thing is that it can help people take that final step to reach the rank of general and increase their lifespan by about twice. That's already the limit.
So, it can barely be considered as being able to help you transform from a short-lived species into a semi-long-lived species, and that's about it.
Hu Biao had already fulfilled his mission, so he might as well hand this over to the authorities as a pledge of loyalty, because Hu Biao knew that this thing was of great significance to the officials.
It doesn't mean that the authorities want to use this thing to help people achieve immortality.
After all, this is a necessary condition for becoming a general-level martial artist, but it does not mean that having this thing means you can mass-produce general-level martial artists. The official team has one, but there are only six general-level martial artists. Having one more only increases the possibility. To become a general-level martial artist, you still need to work hard. After all, not everyone can be like Hu Biao, who has extraordinary mental strength and can use this thing so smoothly.
Moreover, the official purpose is to use him to refer to the creation of martial artists, not for fighting. With modern technology, what kind of war could martial artists fight? The Eastern Kingdom's official need for martial artists has long since moved beyond fighting and killing. It is based on a higher narrative level, preparing for the future.
What preparations?
The stars and the sea!
In the official plans of the Eastern Kingdom, martial artists, or rather, humans capable of utilizing bioenergy, represent the future evolutionary model for humanity. This is the long-term goal. The short-term goal is for future explorers to land on the moon and Mars, because they, especially general-level martial artists, possess qualities far exceeding those of ordinary people. In future interstellar exploration, they have greater survival and adaptability than ordinary people. Like the existing Spirit Pivot Ring, it is mostly worn by outstanding, energetic researchers to help them improve their physical fitness. Of the six current general-level martial artists in the official ranks, four have doctoral degrees and two have master's degrees.
They are all academics.
They all practice health-preserving martial arts; none of them are good fighters.
Looking at the official ranking system for martial artists—sergeant, lieutenant, colonel, and general—it's clearly a system designed for future exploration!
What?
You're saying that Dongguo's technology isn't advanced enough yet, that they haven't even landed on the moon? Please, do you even know what it means to be prepared? You can't just cram at the last minute, can you?
Train a group first, and once their skills reach a certain level, you can directly elevate the entire team. That's the most efficient way!
Hu Biao generally agrees with the official plan.
So he gave it to me very readily.
"Father-in-law, please have some tea!"
On the high-speed train from Beijing to Jiangcheng, Lu Zhenhua clenched his fists, his eyes bloodshot as he stared at Hu Biao, wishing he could smash this bastard to death with a single punch.
Unfortunately, we can't win, we really can't win!
This is infuriating!
I should have known better than to tell Yiran my train number. Now look what's happened, I've been targeted by that blond guy.
If it were anyone else, Lu Zhenhua would have already handcuffed him, taken him back to Jiangcheng, and put him in 128 different positions in the interrogation room. But now, facing Hu Biao, he was helpless.
"Don't talk nonsense. Who's your father-in-law? Let me tell you, my daughter would never be interested in you."
"Father-in-law, how could that be? I'm so handsome, my family is rich, and I'm so talented—how could any woman not be interested in me!"
Hu Biao said with a smile.
The story begins an hour earlier. Hu Biao's trip to the capital ended, and so did Lu Zhenhua's vacation. Lu Zhenhua was deeply resentful about this; he had finally managed to get leave to see his daughter in the capital, but almost all of his time had been spent with Hu Biao, leaving him with only a few short hours yesterday afternoon.
This was already incredibly frustrating, and then what happened?
My daughter came to the high-speed rail station to see me off, and I ran into this little bastard again. The moment he saw my daughter, his eyes lit up. He claimed to have fallen in love at first sight, and he shamelessly chatted with her for a few minutes. After boarding the high-speed rail, he immediately called her "father-in-law"!
Are all Gen Z kids this shameless?
What angered him most was that not only could he not beat this shameless brat, but he also couldn't use his authority to suppress him.
Are you angry or not?
He was lucky he didn't suffer internal injuries from holding it in on the spot.
"Don't you have a girlfriend? That Lin Wanqing, what, want to be a scumbag?"
"Hey, Father-in-law, you can't spread rumors. Lin Wanqing is just my high school classmate, an ordinary friend. How did she become my girlfriend? My close relationship with her is only because our families are old friends. There's absolutely no other meaning behind it."
"you----"
For a moment, Lu Zhenhua was speechless, because most of what Hu Biao said was true. After Hu Biao came under the Sixth Bureau's scrutiny, they also began to pay attention to him. This kid spent most of his time at school in the library, and then he joined Shen Moxuan's research group. Although he and Lin Wanqing had a good relationship, they probably hadn't even held hands; at most, they were in the stage of more than friends but less than lovers. At the time, the people in charge of monitoring Hu Biao even mocked him, saying, "This kid is so rich and good at fighting, but I didn't expect him to be so innocent."
Pure-hearted, pure-hearted my ass!
What a shameless bastard!
Hu Biao completely ignored Lu Zhenhua's face, which was about to explode with suppressed anger, and instead became even more attentive.
There was no way around it; he hadn't known what love at first sight was before, but today he had witnessed it firsthand. That girl named Lu Yiran truly captured all his aesthetic sensibilities. Beauty was only one aspect; the main thing was her aura—that smile, that voice, that tone of voice—
Hey!!
That's fucking awesome!
She's the one.
At least for now.
"Shut up, you little bastard! I'm telling you, I will never agree to you pursuing my daughter. Just give up on that idea!!" Finally, Lu Zhenhua couldn't hold back any longer and exploded. His voice was so loud that it attracted the attention of everyone in the carriage.
"I said, Father-in-law, keep your voice down in public. Don't embarrass my Yiran."
"I—" Lu Zhenhua pointed at Hu Biao, then suddenly turned pale, clutched his chest, and looked as if he was in chest pain and might faint at any moment.
"Stop pretending. You may be excited right now, but your blood circulation is normal, your heart is flowing smoothly, and you're perfectly healthy," Hu Biao said with a smirk.
Lu Zhenhua blushed, lowered his hand from his chest, let out a cold snort, leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes, and seemed to fall asleep, ignoring the noisy Hu Biao beside him.
The high-speed train heads south, straight for Wuhan!