They traveled through time at the same time, but the villainous scientist

Chapter 323 Feng Baobao

A deep, steady hum echoed inside the cabin, while the sea of ​​clouds outside the window was sliced ​​into a flowing scroll.

"Brother Qing, haven't you always been a bit indifferent to things in the industry?"

Zhuge Bai turned his head to the side, his face filled with pure curiosity.

In his memory, his older brother's life trajectory was different from that of ordinary people since childhood. He plunged into the scientific research field that was difficult for ordinary people to understand, and was almost completely isolated from the conflicts, fame and fortune of the supernatural world.

"The emergence of the Eight Extraordinary Skills is such a big event; it would be a shame not to go and see it for yourself."

Zhuge Qing smiled and replied.

Although Na Du Tong has been reorganized, his identity has not yet been revealed because he participated in several major projects.

On the surface, all matters, big and small, in the world of supernatural beings are still handled by Chairman Zhao Fangxu.

Apart from a few regional leaders, perhaps only top-tier sorcerers like his father could use their magical abilities to glimpse even the slightest clues in the dark.

"The Eight Extraordinary Skills..."

"Could they... be more powerful than the unique skills of our Marquis Wu family?"

Zhuge Bai stroked his chin thoughtfully and asked with some curiosity.

"Just touch it and you'll know."

……

A few hours later, at the foot of Longhu Mountain.

Tourists thronged the area, creating a bustling and noisy atmosphere.

The sounds of various vendors hawking their wares, tour guides using loudspeakers, and tourists laughing and joking were all mixed together.

"Fourth Brother, this is... the number one supernatural power in the world, the Celestial Master's Mansion of Longhu Mountain?"

Standing in the crowd, Zhang Chulan looked at the magnificent mountain gate with the "5A-level scenic area" plaque not far away, and the row of shops next to it selling souvenirs of "lightning-struck wood celestial master talismans" and "blessed" bracelets. His lips twitched uncontrollably a few times.

Before he came, he had reviewed the materials Xu Si had given him, which used various words to describe the thousand-year-old heritage and majesty of Dragon Lord Mountain. It was the source of the Zhengyi sect of Taoism and the undisputed Mount Tai and Beidou in the world of supernatural beings.

But the scene before me looks like a very successful tourist attraction.

"There's nothing we can do about it."

"Things are different now than in the past. The sects of extraordinary individuals can no longer rely on their abilities to claim territory, protect a region, and then collect some incense money."

Even extraordinary people are human; they still need to eat.

Look at Shaolin Temple, they've also established a martial arts performance troupe, touring the world to make money."

Xu Si adjusted his glasses, his tone very calm.

"That's it..."

Zhang Chulan nodded, his slight disappointment replaced by a more complex feeling.

He raised his head, his gaze passing over the bustling crowd and looking towards the misty mountain peak.

This is the place where Grandpa once practiced his spiritual cultivation...

"By the way, where's Bao'er?"

Interrupted from his thoughts, Zhang Chulan suddenly realized that the figure that always followed silently behind him was gone.

Xu San and Xu Si were also taken aback. Their expressions changed instantly, and they immediately split up to search the crowd.

Meanwhile, at a small stall not far away.

A "monk" dressed in a monk's robe, with a shiny bald head but shifty eyes, was talking fluently to Feng Baobao.

"Judging from your appearance, with a bright forehead and a full jaw, you are destined to live to be a hundred years old!"

"Great monk, your prediction was absolutely accurate!"

Upon hearing this, Feng Baobao nodded very seriously.

She had little concept of other things, but she was quite certain that she could live a long life.

"cough!"

Seeing that she had taken the bait, the monk was secretly delighted. He lowered his voice and, feigning mystery, pulled out a string of somewhat gaudy red beads from his robes.

"It is fate that we meet today. This item was created by my grandmaster, the monk Duoxin, when he was traveling around. In the depths of the mountains of Sichuan, he personally killed a ten-thousand-year-old fire unicorn that was causing havoc in the region, took its inner core, and refined it over forty-nine days."

Today, this treasure has finally found its destined owner! I don't want 98,000, nor 9,800; to form a bond, it's only 998!

This was certainly not a fire unicorn's inner core, but merely a colored glass bead. Yet, in his mouth, it became an earth-shattering magical artifact.

It's all about making money, there's nothing shameful about it.

"Oh! I want this..."

Feng Baobao's eyes lit up, and she immediately reached for her wallet. "No, he's lying to you!"

But just then, a clear, youthful voice rang out, and Zhuge Bai squeezed through from somewhere, blocking Feng Baobao's path.

"Young man, you can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want!"

Disrupted, the old monk's face darkened, and he questioned the monk with righteous indignation.
"We are Buddhists, and monks do not lie. How could we deceive people?"

"There's no such thing as a fire unicorn in this world!"

Zhuge Bai was almost amused by this clumsy trick; even a child like him knew that in this world...
"What you said is incorrect,"

Before the monk could retort, Feng Baobao stroked her chin and spoke in a serious tone.

Just because you haven't seen it doesn't mean it doesn't exist in this world.

"No... Sister, I'm just trying to help you!"

Upon hearing this, Zhuge Bai's eyes widened, and he turned back to look at Feng Baobao in disbelief, feeling that his brain was a little slow to catch up.

“You are right, benefactor! Listen to this! See this! This is what enlightenment and wisdom are!”

The monk slapped his thigh, his face beaming with excitement, and looked at Feng Baobao as if she were a living Bodhisattva.

"No wonder this treasure is destined for you! Fine, fine, since we're so destined, I don't want the 998 anymore! Six hundred! No! Five hundred! You can take it for five hundred!"

He quickly held up five fingers, as if afraid that the duck he had almost caught would fly away.

"Ah……"

A soft laugh rang out without warning in front of the stall. The sound was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

With that soft laugh, the "Fire Qilin Inner Core Bracelet" that the monk was holding aloft spontaneously combusted without any fire.

An eerie orange-red flame instantly enveloped it, and the glass bead rapidly melted and deformed under the high temperature, making a soft "crackling" sound, and finally turned into a twisted, viscous substance emitting black smoke, which dripped to the ground.

The whole process took only a second or two, so fast that people couldn't react in time.

The monk's ecstatic joy froze instantly, turning into extreme fear. He screamed as if he had seen a ghost, threw away the scalding hot wooden pole in his hand, abandoned his stall, and fled into the crowd, disappearing without a trace.

"Brother Qing!"

When Zhuge Bai saw the person who had arrived, the surprise and helplessness on his face vanished instantly.

"Hmm, young lady, there probably aren't any fire-fearing Qilin in this world, are there?"

Zhuge Qing nodded casually, but his gaze fell on Feng Baobao.

A pale golden halo quietly appeared in his eyes, and he felt a sense of admiration.

The cultivation of ordinary people is from the inside out. The deeper one's cultivation of nature and life, the more innate Qi one can mobilize.

This is why, in this world, those with profound cultivation can still be vigorous and energetic even when they are over a hundred years old.

It is because they have gained the ability to draw upon innate Qi from the outside world solely through their own cultivation.

But the Feng Baobao in front of me is a complete oddball.

She didn't deliberately use any cultivation techniques, but the innate Qi around her seemed to find its home, continuously being absorbed into her body, and after some strange transformation, it was slowly expelled.

"Sister Bao'er, are you alright?"

Just then, a figure suddenly rushed out of the crowd, looking her up and down with obvious anxiety. It was Zhang Chulan.

Feng Baobao shook her head to indicate that she was fine, but her gaze never left Zhuge Qing, and her head was tilted slightly.

There was some confusion in those clear yet ethereal eyes...

Following closely behind, Xu San and Xu Si also arrived.

When they saw Zhuge Qing standing there, their expressions changed again.

"President Qing, you actually came to participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?"

Xu San took a deep breath, leaned forward, and asked in a low voice.

Ok? !

Upon hearing this, Zhang Chulan looked at Zhuge Qing with a surprised expression.

Youth Federation?
This name...

Zhang Chulan's mind went blank for a moment, and countless chaotic thoughts churned up like boiling water.

He is not a fool.

Who is Xu San? He's the head of the North China region for NaDuTong!
The person he addresses with such a tone, almost like a subordinate addressing a superior, must be a high-ranking executive at a top-level company...

Why would someone of this status participate in the Luo Tian Grand Ceremony?
(End of this chapter)