Chapter 39: Was There Anything Different About It?
Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
On the night Feng Zhihen arrived in Qingzhou City, a group of extremely secretive people had also quietly arrived in the same city.
"As expected, Feng Zhihen has come to Qingzhou City. Right now, the old fellow is staying in the Martial Arts Association," The leader of the group was a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties.
His square face looked simple and honest, but the gloominess in his eyes made him look vicious.
He was Chiyu Xinghen.
The royalty of Planet Chiyu used their race name Chiyu as their surname.
His status was so noble that if it weren't for the internal power struggle of the Chiyu race that had implicated him, he wouldn't have come to Blue Planet and become a disguised lurker.
One had to know that to the alien races, Blue Planet was different from the other races in the universe.
In this universe, the strong preyed on the weak. Almost all the races relied on plundering and conquering to maintain their survival. The survival of the fittest was the law of nature.
In comparison, Blue Planet which had suddenly appeared in the universe back then was very strange.
To think their people didn't like expanding outwards. Instead, they focused on developing internally.
From sowing seeds in spring and harvesting the crops in autumn, to weaving clothes and fishing, then on to the peaceful development of technology.
In just a short hundred years, the speed of progress on Blue Planet had surpassed the thousand-year development of any race.
How could these alien races have thought that there was such a way of survival other than plundering?
However, the way of survival of each race had long been deeply rooted. It was impossible for them to develop the interior of their planets in peace by farming. Therefore, Blue Planet had become a hot commodity in the eyes of the alien races.
All of them wanted to take Blue Planet as their colony.
When the time came, not only would they get a colony planet, but also a group of extremely hard-working slaves. All of the achievements of Blue Planet would be under their control.
To have both internal development and external plundering, why would they worry about not becoming the universe overlord?
Other than having wings on their backs, the Chiyu race was extremely rare among the alien races in the fact that they looked extremely similar to humans.
This was a rare advantage.
After all these years, members of the Chiyu race had naturally planted many spies on Blue Planet.
Their mission was to cause unexpected casualties among the outstanding martial artists from the inside to reduce the combat strength of Blue Planet.
Now, their eyes were set on Feng Zhihen. The old man had trained countless martial artists who were good at war on the Polestar Battlefield. It could be said that because of him alone, many members of the alien races had died.
If they could kill him, firstly, they would eliminate a big threat for the alien races. Secondly, they could kill him as an example, which would dissuade the martial artists who were persuaded by Feng Zhihen and were willing to help on the Polestar Battlefield.
Unfortunately, Feng Zhihen wasn't so easy to deal with. They had planned for a long time, but they just couldn't find a chance to attack.
In the hotel, someone from the Chiyu race said in annoyance, "Damn it. I didn't expect the Martial Arts Association to be so eager. They arranged food, clothing, shelter, and transportation for Feng Zhihen at the first moment. He has the protection of the military in the Imperial City, and while he's away he has the Martial Arts Association on his heels. In addition, he is also an extremely strong martial artist. I'm afraid we don't have a good chance to kill him. If we are even a little careless, we will all die in his hands. Our deaths are insignificant, but once we expose the news that some from our race are hiding on Blue Planet, we will be truly unpardonable."
As he said that, he couldn't help but touch his back.
There were supposed to be a pair of scarlet wings there.
But they had been cut off...
This was a supreme humiliation for one of the Chiyu race. Only those who committed rape, extermination, and kidnapping would be sentenced to the punishment of cutting off one's wings.
They had already sacrificed so much for the future of the Chiyu race.
In addition, they had been careful over the years. If there was only the slightest chance they were exposed, they would immediately self-destruct and die without hesitation, leaving no corpses behind... As such, until now, the people of Blue Planet still thought that there was a group of traitors who had defected to the alien races that were causing trouble. Not once had they suspected that some from the Chiyu race had already sneaked onto Blue Planet.
"But now is such a good opportunity. If we don't make a move now, it's almost impossible to kill Feng Zhihen in the future," Chiyu Xingren closed his eyes, and a look of unwillingness appeared on his face.
His son's mournful scream seemed to ring in his mind again... Who would have thought that the soldiers on the battlefield would suddenly master such a powerful martial technique, and their close combat ability would be greatly improved? Caught off guard, the Chiyu race was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, with heavy casualties.
His son was among them.
Only later did he find out that the founder of the Fengquan Sect, Feng Zhihen, had suddenly donated all of his martial techniques to the military for free.
As a result of that as well, the Baoyan Army was formed. That battle was the first battle of the Baoyan Army.
Feng Zhihen was the true culprit.
Whether it was for public reasons or private reasons, he was a great threat and must be eliminated.
"This can't do!" Chiyu Xingren took a deep breath and said, "Our mission is to quietly eliminate the talented warriors at the rear. Although Feng Zhihen is not young, he has been working hard to improve his martial techniques. Those martial techniques are the Blue Planet people's biggest weapon against us. Killing Feng Zhihen is equivalent to cutting off an arm of the Polestar Battlefield. We can't miss such a good chance!"
He took a deep breath and continued, "Since Feng Zhihen came here without going through the official channels, he must have private matters. Since it's a private matter, he will definitely not let those people from the Martial Arts Association follow him. Be careful, and on the premise that you don't expose yourself, find out his purpose and the places he often goes... Perhaps, there's still a chance... Shang Youya."
"Yes," A woman kneeled on the ground respectfully.
"I'll leave this matter to you. Find out the purpose of the other party and see if there's an opportunity for us to take advantage of!"
"Yes!" Shang Youya answered respectfully.
Chiyu Xingren raised his head to look at the rising sun outside the window... A hint of gloom appeared in his eyes.
He said coldly, "May day break come faster because only when the day breaks can his darkness come faster. Feng Zhihen, since you're a martial artist, you should just use your martial techniques to earn money and gain power. Since you want to do things that you can't do, you're destined to pay a price that you can't bear!"
In the Xu residence, Wang Qingya was still sleeping soundly in her bed.
It was the weekend and coupled with her low blood sugar, Wang Qingya basically wouldn't get up until ten o'clock. She didn't have a choice. She had a little brother now, and she had to feed him.
Otherwise, she might be able to sleep until the afternoon.
But just as she was sleeping soundly, the door was suddenly thrown open with a bang.
Under her female instincts, although Wang Qingya hadn't come to her senses, the first thing she did was hurriedly cover her body with the blanket as she exclaimed, "Who is it?"
"Sister Yaya, I did it! I really did it!!!" Amidst excited cheers, Xu Lingjun rushed in like a gust of wind. He shouted at Wang Qingya, who was covering her chest with her hands and looking alert, "Look, Sister Yaya, I did it. I really did it."
Seeing that it was Xu Lingjun, Wang Qingya relaxed a little.
The hand that she placed in front of her chest also lowered a little. Then, she reacted and quickly lifted it back up.
She looked at the thing in Xu Lingjun's hand speechlessly and asked, "Is it... different from before?"
"Of course it's different. It's already..." Xu Lingjun paused halfway through his words.
His gaze swept across the Gundam in his hand.
[Detected a fake item Strike Freedom Gundam. Do you wish to bestow it with the true origin? Source value cost: 2700 points!]
When he woke up this morning, he suddenly received this notification.
Although even he didn't know what was going on, this proved one thing... His guess was correct.
He could indeed create something that could be bestowed with origin. This way, did this mean he could transform all the magical items that only existed in legends or even stories in his previous life into reality here?
There were still all kinds of questions though, like why was the Frost Mourn still unchanging even though they were both figurines...
That being said, as long as there was one success, it proved the feasibility of this matter. It was not difficult to figure out the pattern.
Therefore, feeling pleasantly surprised, he came to share the joy in his heart with Sister Yaya.
However, when he calmed down, he suddenly realized that it was not convenient to tell her about it...
Xu Lingjun paused and said, "Sister Yaya, look at this Gundam, look at its lines and its workmanship. It's really super exquisite, isn't it?"
"This thing has been lying in your room for more than half a month. How long is your reflex arc if you're only now realizing the delicacy of this thing?" Wang Qingya gave a half-smile and stared at Xu Lingjun with a strange gaze. She said, "Or do you have ulterior motives? That's right, I'm indeed not wearing my bra, but I'm wearing pajamas. Are you disappointed? Didn't I say it already? If you want to take advantage of me, at least wait until you're eighteen. I don't want to take an underaged virgin."
"Sister Yaya, you've misunderstood..." Xu Lingjun was halfway through his sentence when his gaze instinctively fell on Wang Qingya's smooth and fair shoulders.
The silk pajamas had a rather poor ability to cover her skin... That's weird. The last time she slept with him, she didn't seem to be wearing this. It seemed that she was quite aware that this piece of clothing was rather exposing.
Wang Qingya's cherry lips lightly spat out the words, "Get out."
"Eh," Xu Lingjun quickly left.
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