Chapter 125 The Lesser Monk and the Commander

“Actually, cough, it’s about Wang Zheng.”

Fu Jian’s voice became much calmer:

“I may have deceived him a little before, although it was a white lie, in order to reduce the possible barriers that might arise in communication.”

“Now, Zhengde, what do you think Grandpa should do to make the transition naturally so that you can treat him as an equal and become good friends with him?”

“To be honest, I really enjoy being around this young man. He always gives me the illusion that he is more mature than me. It must be an illusion, but he has a huge treasure trove of knowledge. I must be on good terms with him, both for public and private reasons.”

Zhou Zhengde:…

No, Wang Zheng has already been promoted to a higher generation?

“Grandpa, what exactly do you mean? I’m a little confused.”

Fu Jian said calmly, “In order to study him more directly, I impersonated Lao Hei and protected him for a period of time. I made many amazing discoveries and confirmed that the absurd possibility you mentioned before might actually exist.”

Which absurd possibility?

“We now generally believe that the Blade Beasts are an alien civilization that came to our planet through methods that we do not yet understand.”

Fu Jian said solemnly:

“Wang Zheng’s original name was Mu Liang. During a suicide attempt, he saw countless twinkling stars in the sky.”

“Then he received the complete civilization.”

“This civilization is likely a rival to the Blade Beast civilization, and therefore possesses various technological means to target the Blade Beasts.”

“Now I think this is very likely.”

“Therefore, we must win his favor and make him feel comfortable sharing 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 what you’re saying, but you have to go and befriend Wang Zheng yourself…”

“I have to come back now that my identity has been exposed, otherwise it will be very embarrassing for me. Don’t I have any pride?”

Fu Jian chuckled and said:

“I wanted to leave him with a good impression before I came back.”

“He doesn’t really trust humans… If I were in his shoes, I would also have many concerns, not to mention that the ruling psionicists are constantly infiltrating us.”

“So next, D5 must completely clear away those obstacles.”

Zhou Zhengde asked, “Aren’t we going to start a war with them?”

“If we hadn’t seen Wang Zheng, we would have already started fighting. Otherwise, human civilization would just be slowly dying.”

Fu Jian said with a smile:

“But now, I’m thinking of keeping this old body of mine going for a few more years.”

“His psychic power can keep growing, do you understand what that means? He can grow, using his psychic power to become stronger.”

“Next, it’s those old fogies in the City of Spiritual Energy who should be nervous. We must keep the specific details of Mo Feng’s death a secret. Any leaked details will cause panic in the City of Spiritual Energy, and then make them frantically investigate what technology killed Mo Feng was.”

“What we need to do now is to bluff and make them think we are going to act militarily on our own, but in reality we are just stalling for time.”

“Zhengde, remember this: don’t underestimate them, but don’t overestimate them either. They’re just paper tigers who are inherently cowardly.”

“Yes!” Zhou Zhengde replied solemnly.

Fu Jian pondered for a moment: “Let’s get back to business. My eldest grandson, what do you think I should say so that he won’t hold a grudge because of my previous deception? His strategic importance is too great… You are his best friend, aren’t you?”

“One of them, one of my best friends.”

Zhou Zhengde responded very modestly:

“The method is actually very simple, but… Grandpa might have a hard time doing it.”

“What?”

“Just apologize briefly for deceiving him, he won’t mind.”

Fu Jian’s mechanical face immediately fell: “Am I, the last hero of the Fortnite era, supposed to apologize to some greenhorn?”

“See! I told you you couldn’t do it!” Zhou Zhengde reminded him. “His strategic significance is far too great.”

“Absolutely not! Don’t I have any pride? I’m hanging up! You better get married and have kids soon to continue the family line!”

Fu Jian glared at Zhou Zhengde a few times, then casually hung up the call.

…

Two hours later.

Fu Jian secretly returned to the temporary supply station, sat in his supply vehicle that was scuttling in the sand, closed the window, and began to handle various matters.

The photos of Mo Feng’s body, after being sorted out, have begun to circulate within the command systems of various war zones at his behest.

Incidentally, the old man also spread the word that each war zone could collect parts from Mo Feng’s corpse for reverse engineering research on psionicists.

The value of Mo Feng’s corpse goes far beyond this.

Fu Jian also planned to go to the City of Spiritual Energy to mock him in person.

Over the past decade or so, he’s finally able to vent some of the pent-up frustration he’s accumulated.

“It’s a pity, we only took one of Xing Tian’s arms.”

Fu Jian was busy processing documents when his mechanical body’s built-in radar spotted Wang Jixuan and Mudan, who were returning to the temporary supply station in their battle armor.

“Ling Tong didn’t come with us? That’s good…”

Fu Jian breathed a slight sigh of relief.

That foul-mouthed, loyal wingman, Peony, was still complaining about something:

“Sir, Peony’s hands are badly injured. We need to apply for a three-day repair, and she’ll look terrible in those three days.”

Oh? Is that so?

Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian pushed up his non-existent glasses on the bridge of his nose with his dark gray mechanical middle finger, opened the software for monitoring military applications, searched for applications related to R99, and quickly saw the maintenance application that Mudan had sent to the Special Armored Section of the Logistics Bureau of the Frontline Headquarters.

Since we all know each other so well, we should definitely help this little peony out.

Fu Jian opened the application, used his highest privileges to erase the “approved” text, filled in “【due to the need for urgent production of raw materials】”, and changed the maintenance date to “【thirteen days later】”.

“Hehehe, this commander is not petty, it’s just a necessary test of my autonomous mechanical personality.”

Soon, Peony’s complaints could be heard outside the supply depot:

“I’ve run out of the materials I need and need to start production urgently! Oh my god! My hands will look ugly for two weeks! Peony’s sorrow is just too sad.”

Wang Jixuan laughed and said, “Aren’t your hand joints still very flexible? As long as it doesn’t interfere with sweeping and chores, that’s fine.”

“Oh dear, the officer is bullying me! Looks are part of fighting power too!”

Why does the machine have a youthful appearance?

“Sir, are you subtly mocking Peony? Peony gets angry too! But because you are my superior, Peony is magnanimously forgiving you.”

“Yes, she has a pretty good temper.”

The human and the mechanic chatted as they entered the temporary supply station.

They went to the supply truck where Wang Jixuan was staying, opened the door, and gazed at the still-sleeping tree spirit Beta.

The tree spirit was indeed exhausted; the battle was over, and he was still fast asleep.

Peony immediately found a pair of gloves to put on, took off the ordinary battle armor that was basically ruined, and changed into her favorite maid outfit.

“Sir, should Peony call you master? I heard it’ll be more exciting that way.”

“Sir, what are you thinking about all day?”

Wang Jixuan replied irritably, crossing his arms and staring at the tree-man Beta.

The Taoist priest hesitated slightly.

Beta’s abilities, which would at most make him a ‘logistics master’ elsewhere, are truly exceptional in his hands.

But a gentleman keeps his promise…

“Drive him back to Aunt Dragonfly’s place, try to avoid people, and don’t cause trouble for their team.”

“Alright, the cigarettes and alcohol are ready too!”

“Well, I put those healing potions at the back, thirty bottles in total, each decorated with a dragonfly, a veil, and a sapling, so they can distinguish them themselves.”

“Yes, sir!”

Peony readily agreed, then carefully hoisted the tree-man onto her shoulder and carried it to the SUV outside.

Peony drove away quickly, and before leaving, she glanced at the supply truck that was now a half-mechanical entity and secretly made a face at it.

Wang Jixuan rubbed his nose.

He had certainly seen ‘Old Man Black’ with his spiritual sense, but he was a little embarrassed and didn’t know how to greet him.

They were already quite familiar with each other, and Wang Jixuan thought that this could be considered a friendship despite the age gap.

—In this friendship that transcends age, he is the older one.

‘Never mind, I’ll focus on my cultivation first and wait for him to speak. After all, I’ll need to live under his protection for the time being.’

“Heal his wounds, and while you’re at it, compile the crafting techniques for the Crystal Core Greatsword for him. Once Uncle Tai’s lightning-attracting experiment data is available, the Crystal Core Greatsword should be ready for mass production.”

‘The mortals of this world have it so tough.’

‘Those trashy psionicists, once I reach the Nascent Soul stage, I’ll make a blood gourd and refine all those psionicists with blood on their hands into essence, which I’ll then scatter across the earth to improve the soil’s fertility.’

Master Wang muttered to himself with disdain.

…

Two thousand kilometers northwest of Fort No. 82.

Inside a military base built on the snow-capped mountain line.

Xing Tian, ​​an S-class psychic who has rarely appeared in public in recent decades, is lying on the operating table, staring at the operating light with his eyes open.

Several doctors were stopping the bleeding from Xing Tian’s severed arm.

A small number of S-class physical psychic users can regenerate severed limbs. Unfortunately, Xing Tian, ​​who is over eighty years old but looks like a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, does not have this ability. He can only use his telekinesis to numb his nerves so that he can consciously undergo the surgery.

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General anesthesia is extremely dangerous because the patient will lose consciousness, meaning that the surrounding environment will be out of their control for a period of time.

Even while he is healing, his mental power can cover the entire base, allowing him to observe every movement inside and outside the base.

This caution is a key factor in his survival in the Psionic City and his ability to become an external force within it.

The operating room door opened, and seven men and women rushed in, staring at Xing Tian’s figure.

A young woman raised her hand to cover her mouth, crying out in alarm, “Teacher! How are you?!”

Xing Tian’s eyes turned to the young woman, and she said coldly, “Don’t put on an act in front of me, Zhuge Sinan! I’m in a very bad mood right now!”

The young woman, Zhuge Sinan, immediately shut her mouth and lowered her head, not daring to speak.

The seven people strode forward and stood outside the sterile diaphragm.

“Teacher, is Mo Feng really dead?”

“Hmm,” Xing Tian said in a low voice, “The material I spent countless hours and effort cultivating has just died like this.”

“But teacher, why would Mo Feng suddenly provoke Fu Jian?”

“It wasn’t Fu Jian who killed her. I don’t know the specifics. By the time my life detector detected that Mo Feng was starting to have problems, it was too late when I got there.”

Xing Tian glanced at the doctors and said, “Please excuse us.”

“yes.”

Several doctors quickly left, making sure to wrap Xing Tian’s severed arm with sterile film before they left.

Xing Tian slowly sat up, his gloomy face filled with anger.

He said in a low voice, “You should know what it means that I called all seven of you over at the same time.”

“Teacher, are you going to declare war on Fu Jian?”

“Start a war? Do you know how many humanoid mechs and autonomous mechanical units he has hidden?”

Xing Tian snorted coldly:

“Mo Feng’s death is inextricably linked to the Beast God Faction. What the Beast God Faction wants to do most now is to incite a battle between the ruling faction and the nature faction, plus Fu Jian.”

“We are the ruling faction, and we cannot forget this stance, otherwise we will become an isolated island hanging outside the Psionic Capital.”

Xing Tian exhaled a soft breath, her eyes filled with icy coldness:

“Since the Beast God faction wants to play, then I’ll play along. A small act of impatience can ruin a great plan.”

“Next, in the name of the Beast God Faction, under the pretext of ‘recovering the clones of the Beast Speaker,’ launch a full-scale surprise attack on D5. Do it cleanly and don’t draw attention to the D2 war zone.”

“If necessary, we can use the methods I taught you to lure the Blade Beasts to besiege that damned Fortress 82.”

“Fu Jian, humph, this arm of mine isn’t so easy to take!”

A middle-aged man exclaimed in a low voice, “Teacher, you’re even more terrifying now… no, I mean, even more handsome, like some work of art, like the one-armed Athena?”

“It’s the Venus de Milo with the missing arms! Venus, the goddess of beauty in Norse mythology!”

Xing Tian cursed loudly:

“I told you to study more academic subjects, but you’ve been illiterate all the time. You need to use your brain to seize benefits, you know that!”

“Get out! All of you get out of here, I hate looking at you!”

“This is your test! Whoever does it better, more discreetly, and more effectively strikes at Fu Jian and the Beast God Faction will be qualified to advance to S rank!”

The expressions on the seven people’s faces immediately changed.

After they left, Xing Tian narrowed his eyes slightly.

“I hope one of you can produce an S-rank, otherwise, I think my only chance for promotion will be to rely on the Six Elders.”

…

Temporary supply depot outside Fort 82.

“Cough, cough cough cough! Cough cough cough cough cough!”

A violent, fake cough jolted Wang Jixuan out of his meditation.

He used his spiritual sense to look outside and saw that the old man, no, Commander-in-Chief Fu Jian, was sitting on an inflatable sofa with his legs crossed, pretending to read a holographic newspaper.

Peony, who had already returned, stood nervously in the corner, facing the wall in repentance and pretending to be recharging—even though she had a nuclear battery.

Master Wang couldn’t help but smile, his eyes crinkling.

Is the Commander-in-Chief finding it hard to back down?

He really didn’t want to stoop to Xiao Fu’s level.

Wang Jixuan ducked out of the supply vehicle. Fu Jian looked up at Wang Jixuan and forced a stiff smile onto his mechanical face.

Fu Jian coughed and said, “Um… well, what kind of canned food do we have for dinner? I’ll have them send some over.”

Wang Jixuan asked with a smile, “Grandpa Hei, are you going back to command post?”

“Yes, there’s still a lot of official business over there. I’ll send a few capable men over to protect you.”

“No need to send too many, one or two will be enough. It’s best if they don’t bother me. Once the danger at Fortress 76 is over, I’ll go back there… Peony, go get two chairs. I’ll give the Commander-in-Chief some psionic therapy.”

“Um,” Fu Jian’s heart skipped a beat, “is this appropriate?”

“What’s wrong with that? The longer you live, the more comfortable I can be.”

Wang Jixuan directly addressed the matter:

“Don’t be shy. I can help you extend your lifespan, and I also have a few questions I’d like to ask you.”

Prolonging life?

Fu Jian paused, staring intently at Wang Jixuan: “Are you sure?”

“Why don’t you try and see? I also have a gift for the D5 war zone to recognize your outstanding contributions to the fight against the Blade Beasts and the Psionicists.”

“You brat! The word ‘praise’ isn’t something you can just use casually!”

“Then I won’t press it.”

“No way! Hey, you! Let me live a few more years, I still have a few plans to complete… Recognition is fine, but my personal acceptance of recognition from extraterrestrial civilizations does not mean that Earth civilization is subordinate to extraterrestrial civilizations. This principle is extremely important.”

Wang Jixuan: ……

The scenario that Zhou Zhengde imagined has actually formed a logical loop!

Well done.

Fu Jian quickly lay back in the chair, still somewhat wary, and asked, “What do you want to ask me?”

“I haven’t decided yet, we’ll just talk as we go… Wow, how come you really only have one brain and a few organs? That’s really difficult to deal with…”

Peony wisely went outside to keep watch, not daring to eavesdrop on the conversation inside.

Soon, cheerful laughter filled the supply station, like two old friends chatting casually.

As Mudan kept watch, she suddenly noticed something unusual.

A surge of psionic energy left the plane that Peony had been staring at and rushed towards them, seemingly…

Aunt Dragonfly?