High Martial Arts: From Mechanic to Sword Immortal

Chapter 98 The Professor's Olive Branch, The Origin of the Farm

These words carry immense weight.

Everyone present, including Lei Zhen and Zhang Hao, understood the subtext behind Xing Tianzhu's words.

This is tantamount to a high-ranking officer of the city's defense forces publicly acknowledging the tactical value of a martial arts student, which, under certain circumstances, even surpasses that of his elite assault squad.

"Colonel Xing, you flatter me."

Han Feng remained calm and composed.

"After all, the opponent is a powerful expert at the Enlightenment Realm, and his methods of fighting to the death are endless. Even if I were in the sky at the time, I might not have been able to keep an eye on his last Blood Escape move."

"Han Feng, there's no need to be so modest."

A gentle voice suddenly rang out in the conference room.

The elderly man, dressed in a gray scholar's robe and who had been quietly listening, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses.

A pair of eyes that seemed to see through everything were scrutinizing Han Feng with great interest.

"Your perceptive talent is extremely rare and very valuable."

The old man spoke slowly, his voice carrying a convincing scholarly air.

"Excuse me, what is your current talent rating?"

"We haven't had time to assess it yet."

Han Feng answered truthfully.

"Oh?"

The old man raised an eyebrow slightly, clearly somewhat surprised.

"I suggest you go to Wuhan University's talent assessment center as soon as possible."

"With your talent, once it's documented, the school will definitely allocate a lot of resources to nurture you."

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He paused, then changed the subject, a meaningful smile suddenly appearing on his face.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Wen Boyan, and I am a professor in the Department of History and Relics at Tunghai Martial Arts University."

"Han Feng, would you be interested in working in my lab after graduation?"

"Professor Wen, I appreciate your kindness."

Amidst the varied gazes of the crowd, Han Feng stood up, bowed slightly to Wen Boyan, and spoke with sincerity.

"But my strength is currently too weak. I can barely make a living in the wasteland, let alone dare to talk about exploring ruins, which is a major event concerning the future of human civilization."

He paused, his tone becoming more composed, his eyes clear and resolute.

"For me, knowledge and history are certainly important, but only the power that I hold in my own hands is the most real."

"When I have enough strength in the future, if you still don't mind, I will definitely visit you and listen to your teachings."

These words were spoken with neither arrogance nor servility, and with clear logic.

Everyone present nodded in agreement after hearing this.

Zhang Hao's gaze towards Han Feng held a newfound appreciation.

This young man, despite his young age, has such a clear understanding of his path and hasn't been blinded by sudden, enormous temptations.

Xing Tianzhu's gaze towards Han Feng softened considerably.

This rookie pilot was not only incredibly skilled, but also frighteningly calm.

"Haha, great! What a brilliant 'strength is everything' statement!"

Professor Wen Boyan was not angry at all; instead, he clapped his hands and laughed, his eyes full of undisguised praise.

"You're right. In this era, without strength, everything is just empty talk."

"I was too impatient."

He took out a business card made of special metal from his pocket and handed it to Han Feng.

"This is my method of communication."

"Han Feng, the doors of the School of History and Relics at Donghai Martial Arts University are always open for you."

"Thank you, Professor Wen."

Han Feng solemnly accepted the business card.

The business card felt cool to the touch. Besides the name and a contact number, it also had an antique compass mark, exuding an air of mystery.

Gu Yun pursed her lips and muttered something under her breath.

"Tch, it's just archaeology, what's so great about it? —"

Even so, the envy in his eyes was impossible to hide.

That was an invitation personally sent by a professor from one of the three most mysterious academies of the Martial Arts University.

Such treatment is rare, not only for their Sharp Sword Team One, but for very few people in the entire Flight Academy.

The investigation and questioning concluded quickly, and Xing Tianzhu, Wen Boyan, and the others hurriedly returned to the East China Sea Fortress City by airship.

Before leaving, Wen Boyan made a preliminary judgment based on the traces and residual energy at the scene.

"The geological features of the land in Jinsui Farm are somewhat special."

"According to historical records, a hundred years ago, a tiny fragment of the world merged into this place, which created the special soil that can be used to grow amethyst wheat."

"The purpose of the Blood Feeding Cult is to use the special ley lines here and the abundant spiritual energy emitted when the amethyst wheat ripens to give birth to some evil creature."

He pointed to the location of Warehouse No. 3 on the map.

"The evil creature has escaped, and both the military and Wuhan University will issue the highest-level arrest warrants."

"As for the farm, Colonel Xing has agreed that the military will reinforce the ley line nodes here and build a permanent Tier 2 defensive array to prevent such incidents from happening again."

Wang Meng was completely confused and couldn't help but scratch his head, asking, "Professor, I just don't understand. Since this place is so important, why didn't they send a fourth-tier Grandmaster to guard it earlier?"

"What?"

"If a grandmaster just slaps me, wouldn't everything be fine?"

This is a question that many people have.

Wen Boyan smiled, but before he could speak, Zhang Hao offered to answer for him.

"Wang Meng, do you think fourth-tier grandmasters are as common as cabbages?"

"In the entire East Sea Fortress City, there are no more than a hundred Grandmaster-level experts at the fourth-tier Spirit Condensation Realm."

Each of them is a strategic force guarding their territory, and they rarely leave the city.

"Although the Golden Harvest Farm is important, the amethyst wheat it produces has little effect on Grandmaster-level experts."

Its value lies primarily in providing cultivation resources for us low- to mid-level martial artists, and ensuring the city's food supply.

Zhang Hao continued to explain.

"In the city's strategic rating, Jinsui Farm is only a first-level resource point."

"Sending a powerful expert like Chief Lei, who is at the peak of the Enlightenment Realm, to oversee the situation is already beyond the standard."

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"No one could have imagined that the Blood Feeding Cult would make such a big fuss over a mere evil creature that hasn't even fully formed yet."

"There are dozens of resource points of varying sizes around Donghai Fortress City, similar to Jinsui Farm."

If every place needs to be guarded by a grandmaster, then the grandmasters won't have to do anything but watch over the place.

After hearing this, everyone suddenly realized what was going on.

Ultimately, resources are limited and must be used wisely.

What Jinsui Farm was a huge deal to them was probably just a minor disturbance on the vast chessboard of the entire East China Sea Fortress City.

Han Feng listened silently, memorizing the information, and gained a deeper understanding of the laws governing the world.