Closer to Revealing My True Self
Chapter 303 - 227 Tomb Sweeping Plan_1

Chapter 303: Chapter 227 Tomb Sweeping Plan_1

The task force had suspended their mission due to Professor Shen’s illness and the unknown sea snake; they decided to ascertain first whether the captured sea snake really was a previously undiscovered highly venomous species.

This was not a matter that could be resolved through simple discussion; they needed to determine its distinctiveness in terms of morphology compared to other known species and whether it had a unique evolutionary status, among other aspects, to decide if it should be considered an independent species.

Feng Yi couldn’t participate in those tasks, and moreover, the incident with Professor Shen had attracted more people, making it inconvenient for Feng Yi to go out looking for sea snakes on his own boat; the more people there were, the greater the risk of exposure.

As such, he postponed the work here and planned to return to Yang City for a matter; he directly requested a two-day leave from the leader of the task group.

Li City wasn’t too far from Yang City; a four or five-hour drive on the highway would get you there, and if there was an emergency in Li City that required Feng Yi’s presence, he could make it back that same day.

Once back on his own turf, Feng Yi felt much more at ease, especially when in his true form within his home territory.

Yi and Ding were not at home as they were responsible for the renovation of the house in Rong City.

The house only had the butler and Bing, as well as Doctor Wu, who was consistently working on his research in the basement laboratory.

Upon Feng Yi’s return, Doctor Wu gave him a comprehensive check-up.

Feng Yi also mentioned the marker substance matter to Doctor Wu.

When Feng Yi spoke of this, Doctor Wu calmly pushed his glasses up on the bridge of his nose, "Indeed, it was you who caused the collective self-amputation of the starfish."

Doctor Wu had been paying attention to the situation in Mo city and was able to get some more detailed information. Phrases like "a barrier-like isolation strip" and "mass self-amputation of starfish overnight" made him immediately suspect Feng Yi’s involvement.

He was quite curious about the marker substance, "What kind of substance is it? Hold on for a moment!"

Doctor Wu left briefly and came back holding a glass jar filled with water.

"Release some into this," he said.

Feng Yi dipped his hand into the water, and after a while, took it out and said, "It’s done."

"That’s it?"

Doctor Wu sealed the jar and stared at it intently.

He didn’t smell anything, nor did he see any change in the water inside the jar, but that didn’t matter, he could use instruments for analysis.

Doctor Wu immersed himself back into research, but before that, he gave Feng Yi a shopping list; it was slightly adjusted compared to the last one he had given Feng Yi, with changes in models and more suitable alternatives for this location.

Although prices were not listed, Feng Yi knew they would not be cheap.

Laboratories indeed were gold-guzzlers.

After leaving the basement laboratory, Feng Yi did not go straight back to his room, but instead went to discuss the arrangements for Qingming Festival tomb-sweeping with the butler.

He had returned this time specifically to handle related formalities in advance; some matters required his personal presence, and by the time Qingming Festival came around, he would go pay respects to his grandmother with the butler.

"Her tomb is not in the country, but on a small island overseas. During Qingming Festival, I’ll take you to see her. Just ask for a three-day leave from the task group in advance," the butler said.

This had been mentioned before, and Feng Yi had been waiting for the opportunity. Previously, the butler hadn’t revealed much, but now that it was time to handle formalities, he began to share more details with Feng Yi.

"Do I need to prepare anything?" Feng Yi asked.

"No, I will handle the remaining formalities for you," the butler replied.

Thinking of something, Feng Yi asked, "The overseas island, how do we get there? Is there a flight? Or a private plane?"

"Private plane."

"Whose?" Feng Yi hadn’t made such a big purchase yet.

"Mine," the butler said.

"..."

So it seemed that when going to pay respects to his grandmother, Feng Yi would be hitching a ride on the butler’s plane.

Quite impressive, the butler even owned his own plane.

The butler looked at Feng Yi with a face full of affection, raised his hand to pat his shoulder soothingly, "Don’t think too much, and don’t be afraid."

"I’m not afraid."

Feng Yi felt quite conflicted, not from fear, but from the multitude of doubts.

"Maybe when you visit her grave, you’ll find many answers for yourself."

"Fine. You’re always so secretive," Feng Yi said helplessly.

"It’s not about being secretive; it’s just that some things cannot be clearly explained in words. Once you’re there, you’ll naturally find the answers."

Feng Yi returned to his room, his heavy tail dragging slowly across the carpet, making rustling sounds as his scales scraped against it.

Did his grandmother really pass away?

A pebble picked up from a flowerpot was easily crushed into powder like a crisp biscuit.

His narrow, vertical pupils watched the falling stone dust.

Knowing the power that could be possessed after such a mysterious gene is activated was exactly why he had so many doubts.

With such a powerful physique, is it really that easy to die?

This body, these abilities, they must be at the level of "becoming a spirit," right?

In mythological stories, those at the "spirit" level could live for a very long time!

But if you’re talking about conspiracies and schemes, it doesn’t seem likely.

His grandmother was so capable that she could suppress Old Man Feng to the point of impotent rage, clearly having considerable skill.

With such a robust physique and not a low intellect either, how could she have passed before the old man?

Old Man Feng’s current state, despite everyone often saying he’s been in poor health and recuperating, seems like even if he’s weaker than before, he could still continue living.

Feng Yi had once asked the butler, but the butler had not been very clear, implying that the grandmother just reached her age and naturally passed away.

Whether it’s the butler or those he had met so far, Bing, Yi, Ding, Wu, Ji, Geng—none of these people carried any air of resentment; from the first meeting until now, they’ve never harbored thoughts of revenge.

If it was an act, no matter how good the acting is, the real emotions that arise from within a person, the pheromones released cannot be faked.

Therefore, Feng Yi was certain that they held no grudges in their hearts.

When the butler dealt with him, he always showed a kind of...

Doting?

Yes, that kind of emotion!

Like looking at a small child, sometimes staring so much that Feng Yi would get goosebumps.

The butler never demanded any specific actions from him, didn’t set high goals, basically whatever Feng Yi wanted to do, he would just assist and look after him on the side.

Sometimes Feng Yi even thought: It’s good that my values are upright! If I had any anti-social thoughts, the butler might even assist in committing a crime.

Beyond that, Feng Yi’s instincts also told him that she indeed was no longer among the living.

In this world, there was only one like him.

The butler said that during the Qingming festival, when he went to pay respects, he would find more answers. Perhaps, those answers are hidden within his genes, ready to activate once they receive the "start signal."

Forget it, no matter how much I think, I won’t find the answers until I’m there, until my instincts receive the "signal."

He rested properly at home in his original form for a night and, after having a meal at their secret base with Feng Chi, Feng Yi left Yang City again.

When returning to the task group, he took a detour to another coastal city not far from Yang City where the Ancestral Factory headquarters was located.

Instead of going directly to the company building, he just looked around the area, and incidentally delivered the venom he had collected over the past two days to Ji.

The headquarters building wasn’t located in the bustling city center. It was near the coast, not an exaggerated skyscraper, but it had a sizable presence, with a main building surrounded by annex buildings.

If viewed from high above, the layout of the buildings resembled the shape of the emblematic flame serpent, generally forming an S-shape.

Feng Yi looked at the prominent flame serpent emblem atop the building.

Flame serpent, huh...

In ancient times, "blood circulatory poison" was called fire poison, so was his grandmother one with blood circulatory poison?

From Wu, Ji, and Geng, Feng Yi knew that his own venom composition was even more complex, and perhaps it was for this reason that the broad-spectrum anti-venom was more successful.