“Actually, cough, it's about Wang Zheng.”
Fu Jian's voice became much calmer:
“I might have deceived him a bit before, although it was a kind of well-intentioned deception, to reduce the potential barriers during communication.”
“Now, Zhengde, what do you think Grandpa should do to transition naturally, interact with him as equals, and become reasonably good friends?”
“To be honest, I quite enjoy spending time with this young man. He always gives me the illusion that he's more mature than I am, which must be an illusion. Moreover, he possesses a vast treasure trove. Both publicly and privately, we must befriend him.”
Zhou Zhengde: … …
Wait, is Wang Zheng getting a super promotion in the family hierarchy?
“Grandpa, what exactly do you mean? I'm a little confused.”
Fu Jian said calmly: “Before, to study him more directly, I disguised myself as Old Hei and protected him for a while. I made many astonishing discoveries and also confirmed that the absurd possibility you mentioned before might actually exist.”
“Which absurd possibility?”
“We generally believe now that the Blade Beasts are an alien civilization that came to our planet through means we don't yet understand.”
Fu Jian said solemnly:
“Wang Zheng's original name was Mu Liang. During an attempted suicide, he saw the sky full of twinkling stars.”
“Then he received a complete civilization.”
“This civilization is likely the opposing force that coexists with the Blade Beast civilization, so it has various technological methods to counter the Blade Beasts.”
“Now I think this possibility is very high.”
“Therefore, we must gain his favor and let him share these alien technologies with the humans on our planet so that we can fight against the Blade Beasts together and allow human civilization to continue.”
Zhou Zhengde scratched his head: “Grandpa, I understand the reasoning behind what you're saying, but you personally going to befriend Wang Zheng…”
“I have to come back once my identity is exposed, or else I'll be very embarrassed. Doesn't your old man have any dignity?”
Fu Jian chuckled and said:
“I wanted to leave him with a good impression before I came back.”
“He's not very trusting of humans… Actually, putting myself in his shoes, if I were him, I would have multiple concerns, especially since the ruling faction of the Spirit Energy City is constantly infiltrating us.”
“So, next, D5 must completely sweep away those nails.”
Zhou Zhengde asked: “Are we still not going to war with them?”
“If I hadn't seen Wang Zheng, we would have already started fighting, otherwise, human civilization would only die a slow death.”
Fu Jian said with a smile:
“But now, this old bone of mine wants to hold on for a few more years.”
“His spirit energy can continuously grow, do you understand what that means? He can grow, using spirit energy to become stronger.”
“Next, it's the old fogeys of Spirit Energy City who should be nervous. The specific details of Mo Feng's death must be suppressed and not reported. Any details that leak out will cause panic in Spirit Energy City, and then they'll frantically investigate what technology killed Mo Feng.”
“What we need to do now is bluff, making them think we're going to take military action independently, but in reality, we're just buying time.”
“Zhengde, remember, don't underestimate them, and don't overestimate them either. They're just paper tigers who are inherently afraid of death.”
“Yes!” Zhou Zhengde replied solemnly.
Fu Jian pondered for a few moments: “Back to the main topic, my dear great-grandson, what do you think I should say to prevent him from being bothered by my previous deception? His strategic significance is too important… You're his best friend, aren't you?”
“One of them, one of his best friends.”
Zhou Zhengde responded modestly:
“The method is actually very simple, but… Grandpa might find it difficult to do.”
“What?”
“Just simply apologize for deceiving him. He won't mind.”
Fu Jian's mechanical old face immediately crumpled: “This old man, the last hero of the Fortress Era, is going to apologize to some snot-nosed brat?”
“See! I knew you couldn't do it!” Zhou Zhengde reminded him, “His strategic significance is too important.”
“Absolutely impossible! Don't I have any dignity? Hanging up! You get married and have children early to continue the lineage!”
Fu Jian glared at Zhou Zhengde a few times and hung up the communication.
… …
Two hours later.
Fu Jian secretly returned to the temporary supply station, sat in his sand-diving supply vehicle, closed the car window, and began to handle various affairs.
The sorted photos of Mo Feng's corpse, under his instructions, had already begun circulating in the command systems of various war zones.
By the way, this old man also released the news that each war zone could claim parts of Mo Feng's corpse for reverse engineering by spirit energy users.
The value of Mo Feng's corpse was far more than that.
Fu Jian was also planning to go to Spirit Energy City to mock them in person later.
In the past few decades, he had accumulated a bellyful of anger, and he could finally vent it a little.
“It's a pity that I only took one arm from that Xing Tian guy.”
While Fu Jian was busy processing documents, the mechanical body's built-in radar detected the figures of Wang Ji Xuan and Mudan. They were returning to the temporary supply station in battle armor.
“Ling Tong didn't follow? Good…”
Fu Jian breathed a slight sigh of relief.
That loyal wingman Mudan, with a sharp tongue, was still complaining about something:
“Commander, the skin on Mudan's hands is damaged. The maintenance application says it can't be repaired until three days later. I'm going to be ugly for three days.”
Oh? Is that so?
Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian used an ash-gray mechanical middle finger to push up the non-existent glasses on his nose, opened the software for supervising military applications, searched for applications related to R99, and quickly saw Mudan's maintenance application sent to the Logistics Department of the Frontline Headquarters, Special Armor Section.
Everyone was so familiar, so it was definitely necessary to help this little Mudan.
Fu Jian opened the application, used his highest authority to erase the words 'Approved', and added a sentence: [Due to the urgent need for raw materials for production], and changed the maintenance date to [Thirteen days later].
“Hehehe, this commander is not petty, just conducting a necessary autonomous mechanical personality test.”
Soon, Mudan's complaints came from outside the supply station:
“The materials I need are out of stock and need to be produced urgently! Oh my god! My hands will be ugly for two weeks! Mudan's sadness is just too sad.”
Wang Ji Xuan smiled and said, “Aren't your hand joints still very flexible? It's good as long as it doesn't delay sweeping and cleaning.”
“Hmph, Commander is bullying me. Appearance is also part of combat power!”
“Why is the machine body in a maidenly state?”
“Commander, are you mocking Mudan? Mudan can get angry too! But because you are the Commander, Mudan will generously forgive you.”
“Okay, you have a pretty good temper.”
The two, one human and one mechanical girl, chatted and entered the temporary supply station.
They went to the supply vehicle where Wang Ji Xuan lived, opened the car door, and stared at the sleeping Treant Beta.
The Treant was indeed tired. The fighting was over here, and he was still snoring loudly.
Mudan immediately found a pair of gloves to put on, took off the almost completely scrapped ordinary battle armor, and put on her favorite maid outfit.
“Commander, should Mudan call you Master? I heard it's more exciting.”
“Call me Commander. What are you thinking about all day?”
Wang Ji Xuan replied unhappily, crossing his arms and staring at the Treant Beta.
The Daoist was slightly hesitant.
Beta's abilities were at most a 'logistics supply master' elsewhere, but with him, he could indeed unleash extremely strong power.
But, a gentleman's word…
“Drive him back to Aunt Dragonfly's place, try to avoid people, and don't cause trouble for their team.”
“Okay, the alcohol is also ready!”
“Yes, I put those medicinal spirit waters in the back, a total of thirty bottles, marked with dragonflies, veils, and saplings, let them distinguish them themselves.”
“Understood!”
Mudan agreed crisply, then carefully carried the Treant on her shoulder and sent him to the off-road vehicle outside.
Mudan quickly drove away, not forgetting to glance at a certain half-mechanical body in the supply vehicle before leaving, secretly making a face at him.
Wang Ji Xuan rubbed his nose.
Of course, he saw 'Grandpa Hei' with his spiritual sense, but he was a little embarrassed now and didn't know how to say hello.
Originally, everyone was already quite familiar, and Wang Ji Xuan thought that this could be considered a friendship between people of different generations.
— In this friendship between people of different generations, he was the older one.
'Forget it, I'll cultivate first and wait for him to speak first. After all, this poor Daoist still has to live under his protection for the time being.'
'Heal my wounds, and by the way, organize the crafting techniques for the crystal core greatsword for him. When Uncle Tai's lightning induction experimental data comes out, the crystal core greatsword should also be able to be mass-produced.'
'The mortals of this realm are too difficult.'
'Garbage spirit energy users, when this poor Daoist steps into the Nascent Soul stage, I will make a blood gourd and refine the spirit energy users who have blood on their hands into essence, and sprinkle it on the earth to improve soil fertility.'
Daoist Wang muttered in his heart with disgust.
… …
Two thousand kilometers northwest of Fortress 82.
Inside a military base built above the snowline.
S-class spirit energy user, 【Dark Walker Venerable】Xing Tian, who has rarely appeared in public in recent decades, was lying on the operating table, staring at the surgical light with his eyes open.
Several doctors were stopping the bleeding from Xing Tian's severed arm.
A small number of S-class body-type spirit energy users can regenerate severed limbs, but unfortunately, Xing Tian, who was already over eighty years old and looked like a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, did not have this ability. He could only use his telekinesis to numb his nerves, so he consciously accepted the surgery.
General anesthesia was extremely dangerous because he would lose consciousness, which meant that the surrounding environment would not be under his control for a period of time.
Even now, while healing, his telekinesis could cover the entire base, observing every movement inside and outside the base.
And this caution is an important measure for him to walk out of the City of Psionics alive and still be able to become an external force of the City of Psionics.
The door of the operating room next to him opened, and seven men and women rushed in quickly, watching Xing Tian's figure.
A young woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, exclaiming, "Teacher! How are you!"
Xing Tian's pupils looked at the young woman, and he said coldly: "Don't put on an act in front of me, Zhuge Sinan! I am in a very bad mood now!"
The young woman Zhuge Sinan immediately shut up, lowered her head and dared not speak.
The seven people quickly stepped forward and stood outside the sterile diaphragm.
"Teacher, is Mo Feng really dead?"
"Yes," Xing Tian said in a low voice, "The material I cultivated with countless time and effort is dead just like that."
"But teacher, why did Mo Feng suddenly provoke Fu Jian?"
"Fu Jian didn't kill her. I don't know the specific situation. When the life detector on my side detected that Mo Feng was having problems, it was too late to rush over."
Xing Tian glanced at the doctors: "You guys step back."
"Yes."
Several doctors left quickly, not forgetting to wrap Xing Tian's severed arm with a sterile membrane before leaving.
Xing Tian slowly sat up, his gloomy face full of anger.
He whispered: "I called you seven here at the same time, you should know what it means."
"Teacher, are you going to war with Fu Jian?"
"War? Do you know how many semi-human mechas he has hidden, how many autonomous mechanical bodies he has hidden?"
Xing Tian snorted coldly:
"Mo Feng's death is inseparable from the Beast God Sect. What the Beast God Sect wants to do most now is to provoke a battle between the ruling faction, the natural faction, and Fu Jian."
"We are the ruling faction, and this position cannot be forgotten, otherwise we will become isolated islands outside the City of Psionics."
Xing Tian gently exhaled a breath of turbid air, his eyes full of coldness:
"Since the Beast God Sect wants to play, then I will play with them. Impatience in small matters leads to the ruin of great plans."
"Next, in the name of the Beast God Sect, use the reason of 'recovering Beast Speaker clones' to launch a full-scale sneak attack on D5. Do it cleanly and don't let people focus on the D2 war zone."
"When necessary, you can use the method I taught you to lure the Blade Beast swarm to besiege that damn Fortress 82."
"Fu Jian, hum, my arm is not so easy to take!"
A middle-aged man praised in a low voice: "Teacher, you look even more terrifying now... No, I mean, more handsome, like some kind of art piece, the armless one, Athena?"
"It's the armless Venus! Venus, the goddess of beauty in Norse mythology!"
Xing Tian cursed:
"I told you to learn more cultural lessons, but you act like an illiterate every day. You have to use your brain to seize benefits, use your brain, understand!"
"Get out! Get out, all of you, I get annoyed just looking at you!"
"This matter is your assessment! Whoever does it more beautifully, more secretly, and can strike Fu Jian and the Beast God Sect more effectively, I will give that person the qualification to advance to S rank!"
The expressions of the seven people suddenly changed.
After they left, Xing Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.
'I hope you can give birth to an S rank, otherwise, I can only rely on the Six Elders to advance.'
......
Outside Fortress 82, temporary supply station.
"Cough, cough cough! Cough cough cough cough!"
A violent fake cough woke Wang Jixuan from his meditation.
His spiritual sense looked outside, Hei Daye, ah, no, Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian, was sitting on an inflatable sofa with his legs crossed, holding a holographic newspaper and pretending to read it.
Peony, who had returned, stood nervously in the corner, facing the wall and pretending to be charging - although she had a nuclear battery.
Taoist Wang couldn't help but smile.
Is the Commander-in-Chief a little embarrassed?
He really didn't want to argue with Little Fu.
Wang Jixuan lowered his head and crawled out of the supply vehicle. Fu Jian glanced at Wang Jixuan, and the corners of his mechanical face squeezed out a stiff smile.
Fu Jian coughed: "Um... what, what kind of canned food are we eating tonight? I'll have them sent over."
Wang Jixuan asked with a smile: "Hei Daye, are you going back to headquarters?"
"Yes, there are still many official duties over there. I will send a few capable subordinates to protect you."
"You don't need to send too many, one or two is enough, preferably without disturbing me. When the danger of Fortress 76 is lifted, I will go back there... Peony, go get two chairs, I will give the Commander-in-Chief a psionic therapy."
"Uh," Fu Jian's heart fluttered, "Is that appropriate?"
"What's inappropriate? The longer you live, the more comfortable I can live."
Wang Jixuan directly greeted:
"Don't be reserved, I can help you extend your life, and I also have a few questions to ask you."
Extend life?
Fu Jian was stunned for a moment, staring at Wang Jixuan: "Are you sure?"
"You'll know if you try it. I also have a gift to give to the D5 war zone to commend you for your outstanding contributions in the cause of fighting Blade Beasts and resisting psionicists."
"You brat! The word commendation is not used casually!"
"Then I won't press it."
"Don't! Hey, you! Let me live a few more years, I still have a few plans that haven't been completed... Commendation is okay, but my personal acceptance of commendation from alien civilizations does not mean that the Earth civilization has a subordinate relationship with the alien civilization. This principle is extremely important."
Wang Jixuan: ...
The setting that Zhou Zhengde envisioned has actually formed a logical closed loop!
Well done.
Fu Jian quickly lay down on the chair, and still asked vigilantly: "What do you want to ask me?"
"I haven't thought about it yet, let's talk about it as we go... hiss, why do you really only have one brain and a few organs left? It's really not easy to do..."
Peony wisely went outside to guard, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.
Soon, cheerful laughter came from inside the supply station, like two old friends chatting about their families.
As Peony guarded, she suddenly noticed something unusual.
A psionic reaction left the plane that Peony had been staring at and rushed towards this side quickly, it seemed to be... Dragonfly Auntie?
