I accidentally joined a group of charlatans, so I immediately called the police and handed it over t

Three o'clock in the morning.

The lights in the top-secret archives room of Base 001 were stark white.

Chen Xi held in his hands the newly printed book, "Meishan Body Building Techniques (Fragment)".

It's just a few thin pages.

The drawings above have simple, rustic lines, and the movements don't look complicated. They even look a bit like Tai Chi being practiced by an old man in a park, or... the Nth set of broadcast gymnastics?

"This thing...can it really work?"

Li Guobang leaned closer, staring suspiciously at the twisted little figures.

"Our special forces' combat skills are much more exciting to watch than this."

Chen Xi did not speak.

He tried to imitate the first action on the first page.

His feet gripped the ground, his spine arched like a dragon's, and his breathing followed a strange rhythm.

It only lasted three seconds.

"hiss--"

Chen Xi's face flushed red instantly, and a tearing pain exploded from the depths of his bone marrow, as if an invisible hand had twisted all the fascia in his body.

He suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, collapsing into the chair as if completely exhausted, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

"Holy crap..."

Chen Xi was panting heavily, but his eyes were frighteningly bright.

"Old Li, that's not radio calisthenics."

"This is recombination of the gene lock."

"If you master the first three moves, you'll be able to not only pilot the 'Vermilion Bird,' but you might even be able to tear apart a tank with your bare hands."

The stuff is good stuff.

The problem is, this is only a fragment.

Only the first three forms can be considered as foundation building.

To truly enable a pilot's body to withstand such inhuman G-forces, further mental techniques are needed.

The aloof Erlang Shen was clearly waiting for the right price to go.

"We need to find a way to completely trap those three eyes."

Chen Xi stroked his chin, a calculating glint in his eyes.

Want it directly?

No.

With Yang Jian's personality, the more you beg him, the more aloof he becomes.

He has to be made to lose control of himself.

Chen Xi picked up her phone but didn't rush to find Yang Jian.

Instead, I opened a short video app and searched around.

Ten minutes later.

A photo suddenly popped up in the Heavenly Court Chat Group.

The photo shows a majestic police dog.

But the dog was not on a mission.

It was lying on a luxurious massage bed, and two therapists were giving it a full-body essential oil spa treatment.

On the plate next to it was a plate of top-grade M9 Wagyu beef, still with traces of blood, and a glass of pet-specific goat milk wine was placed beside it.

The accompanying text is a veritable showcase of Versailles.

[Chen Xi]: Sigh, these days, even dogs in the mortal world live better than humans.

[Chen Xi]: Look at this life, they eat Wagyu beef as their main meal, and they even have a personal masseur to massage and loosen their muscles and bones every day.

[Chen Xi]: I heard that this is a meritorious dog in the police force, and this is the treatment it receives after retirement.

[Chen Xi]: What a winner in life, so enviable.

This is "fishing".

And it's a straight hook.

The group chat exploded instantly.

[Pigsy]: I've never eaten such good meat before! These mortal dogs are really enjoying themselves!

[Lei Gong]: Tsk tsk tsk, this massage looks pretty good. The technique is much better than that alchemy boy of Laozi.

[Giant Spirit]: This meat looks so tender, I want to eat it.

Chen Xi watched the messages constantly refreshing on the screen and waited patiently.

He knew someone was spying on him.

Some people will definitely feel resentful.

really.

Five minutes later.

【Erlang Manifests His Holy Spirit】: To stir up trouble and gain favor.

There are only four characters.

It exuded a strong sense of disdain, and a hint of... barely perceptible sourness.

[Erlang Manifests as a True Lord]: Indulging in pleasure leads to the loss of ambition. A mere mortal dog, greedy for enjoyment, where is even a trace of the wildness of the king of beasts?

Hooked.

Chen Xi smiled slightly.

Instead of getting angry, he laughed and didn't retaliate in the group chat. Instead, he directly opened Erlang Shen's private chat.

At this point, we must give this big shot a lot of face.

[Chen Xi]: The True Lord's teachings are correct.

[Chen Xi]: Ordinary dogs cannot be compared with divine beasts.

[Chen Xi]: It's just that when I saw this mortal dog enjoying itself, I suddenly thought of Fellow Daoist Xiaotian Dog.

【Chen Xi】: It has fought alongside the True Lord for many years and made great contributions. It is a true loyal and righteous divine beast.

[Chen Xi]: Although these mundane things are not worthy of the True Lord's attention, they are a small token of my appreciation for the divine dog to amuse it and give it a treat.

Chen Xi paused for a moment, then uttered the most crucial sentence.

[Chen Xi]: I will send it to you right away. It is just a local specialty, and I ask for nothing in return. Please accept it, my lord.

I have absolutely no demands.

These four words are the trump card.

If Chen Xi were to bring up the latter half of the cultivation technique at this point, Yang Jian would definitely perceive it as a transaction, thus becoming wary and even resentful.

But if you only give gifts and don't ask for favors.

That is "respect".

That is "offering".

Gods may refuse transactions, but they find it hard to refuse genuine "worship".

This adoration, in particular, is directed at his beloved big yellow dog.

Zhenjun Temple at the mouth of the Guanjiang River.

Yang Jian, clad in silver armor, sat regally on his divine throne.

At his feet lay a thin, bony greyhound, its body radiating a black aura.

That's the Celestial Hound.

Although fierce, after spending so much time in the Heavenly Court, a place of bland food and water, its mouth had long since grown tasteless.

At that moment, it was drooling over the Wagyu beef on the phone screen, its saliva dripping all over the ground.

Looking at his beloved dog's pathetic state, Yang Jian felt both disappointed and heartbroken.

"Nothing to ask for?"

Yang Jian looked at the private message sent by Chen Xi and snorted coldly.

"This mortal has a rather deep mind."

"They're trying to play the long game."

Who is Yang Jian?

These are ancient immortals who have lived for thousands of years. How could they not understand this little trick?

But he glanced at the longing-eyed Howling Celestial Dog at his feet.

Those wet eyes were filled with the words "want to eat".

Yang Jian sighed.

That's it.

It's just some mundane thing; once I've taken it, that's fine.

At worst, I can just give him a few pointers later; it won't be like owing him a favor.

[Erlang Manifests the Holy True Lord]: Since you have such filial piety, then send it.

[Erlang Manifests the Holy True Lord]: This Lord never takes anything from mortals for nothing.

[Erlang Manifests True Lord]: But that doesn’t mean I’ll give you the rest of the cultivation method.

[Erlang Manifests His Holy Spirit]: Take care of yourself.

Chen Xi looked at the reply and laughed out loud.

"Tsundere".

He commented.

The more you emphasize "not giving," the more your mental defenses actually weaken.

It's like being in a relationship.

If someone is willing to accept gifts, how far are we from holding hands?

Chen Xi snapped his fingers and said to Li Guobang beside him.

"Old Li."

"Go, send someone to find the best special-supply beef and the best pet treats, and fill a truck with them."

"Remember, the packaging needs to be exquisite, so that it looks like you can't afford it."

Li Guobang was completely bewildered.

"to whom?"

"For the dog."

Chen Xi put his phone in his pocket, his eyes deep.

"A super dog that can help us train a superhuman army."