Master of Kaidan
Chapter 230: The Situation

Chapter 230: Chapter 230: The Situation

Watching Liu Qi’s foolish grin, Feng Xue sighed wearily and tapped his head, saying,

"Don’t just stand there smiling! You’re practically inviting people to rob you!"

"Ah!?" Liu Qi didn’t react immediately, leaving Feng Xue with no choice but to sigh,

"Have you ever wondered why your mom suddenly started reading the books you write?"

"It’s because of the contract. When we began traveling, I was preparing a new book, right? After signing the contract for the new book, since I was traveling, the contract was mailed to my house."

Liu Qi stated this as if it were obvious, but the look Feng Xue gave him made him immediately nervous.

"Master, you mean..."

"Are you really that naive? You’ve been writing for more than a day. Has your mom ever flipped through your contracts before? Did she possibly read your books based on the contracts? You’re clueless even when it’s right in front of you!"

Feng Xue smirked; before becoming a master, he too was a web novelist, and he knew very well his family’s attitude towards sending contracts back.

If no one mentioned it specifically, who would bother to flip through a contract?

By then, Liu Qi had finally caught on, and his expression grew ugly.

Seeing his change, Feng Xue patted his shoulder and said,

"Alright, take a few days off, go home and check on things. Call me if there’s trouble, and don’t act rashly or kill anyone."

"I got it!" Liu Qi nodded vigorously and set off running towards the city, while Feng Xue stayed seated there until... Liu Qi completely vanished from sight.

"In this life, one is inevitably influenced."

Musing softly to himself, Feng Xue began conceptualizing a cultivation technique in his mind.

This was not a martial arts he created, nor was it from the catalog of Supreme Martial Arts or Divine Skill Secret Books, but... it was Liu Qi’s personal creation.

Or more precisely, it was his Martial Arts True Form.

In fact, when he saw the electronic dragon that Liu Qi had conjured out of thin air, even Feng Xue was astonished.

Though he had defined what qualifications ’Martial Arts’ should possess in this world—anything he subconsciously thought should be a function of martial arts could theoretically be manifested—he never imagined that Liu Qi, a novice who had only trained for half a year, could actually conjure the Martial Arts True Form he had only mentioned in passing!

To think, Feng Xue hadn’t even managed it himself yet!

He had originally fobbed Liu Qi off with a sham created using his authority, but Liu Qi’s electronic dragon was a genuine manifestation born from Martial Arts Will!

Although the appearance of the electronic dragon carried a cybernetic vibe, with his authority over ’Martial,’ Feng Xue could discern that the core of this Martial Arts True Form was simply "survival," or "staying alive."

As for the electronic dragon, it was merely because Liu Qi had connected this image with survival as a personal joke. If someone else with a penchant for masks had been involved, perhaps the Martial Arts True Form would have transformed into a dragon knight.

Feng Xue’s study of this Martial Arts True Form wasn’t just to create an impressive "spiritual companion" or out of a shallow desire not to be surpassed by his disciple; rather, it perfectly complemented the final shortfall he needed to address.

Martial Arts True Form involves condensing one’s will to its extremity, generating a phantom form signifying this intense concentration. Could this compression and intense focus applied to Martial Arts True Form allow the consciousness to pass through the "dice" protective casing and directly enhance saturation efficiency by compressing and refining internally?

In the past half year, Liu Qi had been constantly by her side. His path in Martial Arts was without any secrets in Feng Xue’s eyes. From his initial training in Breathing Skills to various Cultivation Techniques and self-taught insights, they all flowed through Feng Xue’s mind. Those parts that might involve the Martial Arts True Form were extracted by her and combined in various ways as she tried to find the correct pairing.

After all, all of Liu Qi’s kung fu was something Feng Xue was familiar with, so pairing them was not an obstacle. The only problem was merely the efficiency of trial and error.

...

Meanwhile...

In Victoria, at the headquarters of Military Intelligence Ninth Bureau, roars were emanating from an office, causing the passing agents in the corridor to look at each other. A newcomer couldn’t help but ask curiously:

"What happened?"

"All twelve matching groups failed. The higher-ups suspect the Secret Manuals brought back from Yan Country are fakes," an experienced agent said, spreading his hands with a taunting look on his face.

"But isn’t that just a primary school textbook from Yan Country?" the newcomer said, bewildered, to which the older agent nodded calmly:

"Yes, the item is definitely genuine, but since the matching groups can’t train it, they claim it’s not suitable for Caucasians and request a revision by the research unit. After researching, without finding any entry point, they claim they need help from the medical unit. The medical unit, unable to understand, simply passes the buck saying the samples aren’t enough... Eventually, responsibility is pushed around until it looks like we messed up.

"Actually, everyone knows that this has to do with some Abnormality or Magic Item, but saying this means admitting a flaw in decision-making. The higher-ups don’t want to take the blame, so they just find someone else to blame, typical procedure. Just wait and see—once they finish arguing over there, the director is likely to assign a new task, and I bet it’s..."

Before he could finish, the roaring in the office abruptly stopped, and then the director’s secretary rushed out of the office and while moving, she announced:

"All elite agents and department heads, assemble in Conference Room Three!"

...

In Columbia, at the CSA (Columbian Agency for Supernatural Affairs) headquarters in the director’s reception room, a bald middle-aged man and a somewhat elderly gentleman sat across from each other at a coffee table.

"Mr. William, you should know our needs for that technology." The CSA director stated gravely, his tone containing a hint of threat. However, William Williams casually sipped the coffee on the table and responded calmly:

"Federal laws decree that private property is sacrosanct, not to be violated, even by the Federal President himself, who has no right to demand our donation."

"We aren’t asking for a donation. We just..."

"No, sir, your request is no different from asking for a donation. If you truly need it, I can provide some ghosts or Magic Items, but as for the technology... it’s not something that can be measured in money." Despite his age, William had a powerful presence, and facing such a wealthy capitalist, the CSA director couldn’t coerce him with authority but could only sigh:

"The lifespan of those ghosts is too short, minor samples are not enough to complete the project!"

"If I may be frank, even if you get the technology, it would be the same because this is not something that can be industrialized. If it’s just about the lifespan, why don’t you directly capture the Abnormalities?"

William’s tone was very casual, and the director, with a darkened expression, replied:

"Those Abnormalities have already undergone transformation and absolutely cannot serve as the core of the ’Super Serum Plan.’ We need pure ghosts, and we want to..."

"Oh, crap! You’re tricking me into saying it!"

William showed a bit of regret on his face. Although his luck-stricken son had developed a stable method to produce ghosts, the Williams family lacked the capability to capture and detain Abnormalities. Thus, when CSA approached him for a deal, he had personally come.

The Transformation in Yan Country had already caught the attention of Columbia. The recent months saw the production of superhero movies at almost any cost; anyone with some insider knowledge would understand.

In the end, propaganda was just a tool. To truly transform Power, they needed either Magic Items or Abnormalities.

Considering this bald man’s words, ghosts seemed to be more useful than Abnormalities?

"It looks like we’ll need to hire some teachers from a school for the deaf," old William thought to himself, then suddenly paused—

"I remember Jeston set up a Disabled Children’s Rescue Fund to evade taxes... Oh, did my son trade all his talents for luck?!"