Jiang He was a little embarrassed. He merely wanted to test the power of the mung bean bullets, and did not expect that he almost blew up the Martial Arts Department (MAD).
Before he left, he scanned the area with his spirit.
The collapsed wall was over a hundred meters wide, leaving a crater that was eighty meters in diameter and not too deep, destroying some greenery and building glass … that was not too serious, was it?
"It's fine as long as there are no casualties. I'll give Duan Tianhe a few dozen million when I get back and have him repair it. Money is just a number to me anyway, and it's not as useful as toilet paper sometimes."
Jiang He thought then.
Meanwhile, Ji Dongxu and Zhou Yu, both rank-nine elites who were swept up by Jiang He's True Qi, were left staring at each other, only coming to their senses after a long while.
Did he make those … mung bean bullets?
What was he talking about?
Being rank-nine martial artists, both of them were knowledgeable and experienced. What had they not seen?
It was the first time they saw mung beans being used as bullets.
Most importantly, was the bullet not a little too powerful?
No, it was not even a bullet. Not even a rocket launcher would be that powerful, would it?
Still, they were merely surprised for a moment. After all, while the mung bean bullets were powerful, they were not much of a threat to rank-nine martial artists, and they would be fine even if they stood still and charged their True Qi to defend themselves.
Of course …
They were not aware that the mung bean bullets ignored defense. From the power of the explosion just now, even divine-tier elites would be blown half to death, let alone rank-nines.
After flying over fifty kilometers, Jiang He suddenly remembered something and put Ji Dongxu and Zhou Yu on the ground, saying, "Deputy Zhou, Grandmaster Ji, wait for me here for a while. I have to go home to get something."
Whoosh!
Jiang He turned into a thunderbolt and returned to Jinyintan Village.
He called for Sora and had her enter his farm as well before putting it away, and only then did he return to where Ji Dongxu and Zhou Yu were waiting.
With a gust of True Qi, Jiang He picked them up again and took to the skies, flying toward Xi 'an City.
Lingzhou City was not far from Xi 'an City, and was around 700 kilometers away.
Even though Jiang He was flying with the two of them and was not deliberately hurrying, he was still moving at twice the speed of sound and landed outside Xi 'an City in just forty minutes.
Xi 'an City was also known as Chang' an. It was an ancient city that had been the capital of 13 dynasties. It was the city that had been the capital of China for the longest time. The Qin Emperor's Mausoleum was located 35 kilometers away from Xi 'an City.
Right now, there was an electric fence surrounding the entire Xi 'an city base as well. After Jiang He and the others verified their identities at the entrance of the fence, they strode into Xi' an.
Along the way, Ji Dongxu introduced Xi 'an's characteristics and history to Jiang He.
Jiang He chuckled when he heard Ji Dongxu mention the Mausoleum of the Qin Emperor. "It was a tourist attraction back in the day, attracting untold numbers of tourists from all over the world. Is it abandoned in the wildlands now?"
Ji Dongxu smiled and nodded. "Now that the wild beasts are rampaging in the wilderness, it's good enough that humans can protect themselves. Who would have the energy to care about the Qin Emperor's mausoleum? But … "
Suddenly, Ji Dongxu paused.
He turned toward the direction of the Qin Emperor's mausoleum and said quietly, "There is something mysterious over there. There were many unusual phenomena above the mausoleum after the Revival of Qi, and the elites of my clan had entered the mausoleum to investigate but found nothing. Moreover, it seems that the Ferals are afraid to go there, and the Qin Emperor's mausoleum has not been damaged by any Ferals since the Revival of Qi until now."
Jiang He appeared thoughtful at that.
Unusual phenomena above the Qin Emperor's mausoleum?
The elites of the Ji clan had entered the Qin Emperor's mausoleum to investigate but found nothing … did they really find nothing?
Jiang He had vaguely sensed that there were elites standing guard near the mausoleum when he flew over, and there was more than one of them. There were probably three divine-tier elites, and judging from the aura of one of them, he cultivated the same cultivation method as Ji Dongxu, which meant that he was probably an elite of the Ji clan.
Why would the Ji clan send elites to guard the mausoleum if they really did not find anything?
Of course.
He could not rule out the possibility that Ji Dongxu was unaware of that.
It was now eleven o 'clock at night.
Whipping out his phone and dialing a number, Ji Dongxu received a call five minutes later. After exchanging a few words and hanging up, Ji Dongxu smiled. "Mister Jiang, I've contacted the other party. He's staying at the martial arts dojo."
"I've already had someone send a car over. Please wait a moment, Mister Jiang, Deputy Zhou."
Several minutes later, a commercial Bentley slowly stopped in front of Jiang He and the others.
A man in a suit got off the driver's seat and bowed respectfully at Ji Dongxu. He was a member of the Ji clan's business and did not seem to know Ji Dongxu, only knowing that he had a high status.
There was no way Ji Dongxu would introduce Jiang He and Zhou Yu to a driver.
Hence, he opened the car door and invited Jiang He and Zhou Yu to get in, while he took the passenger seat and said, "Drive to the Jingwu martial arts dojo."
The driver acknowledged him respectfully and promptly started the car.
Jiang He's gaze twitched at the backseat.
The Jingwu martial arts dojo?
The chick who claimed that her family planted the Doom Shroom seemed to be from the dojo, was she not?
Just as well, she could lead the way to harvest the Doom Shroom.
Soon, they arrived at the Jingwu martial arts dojo.
A middle-aged man wearing training garb was already waiting outside the dojo, and he quickly came to greet them when he saw the Bentley stop, exclaiming, "You're here, Second Granduncle?"
It turned out that the dojo master of the Jingwu martial arts dojo was related to the Ji clan.
One of Ji Dongxu's sisters was married to the grandfather of the master of the CCMAU Dojo … Of course, although they were sisters, their relationship was not that close. After all, the Ji family had a long history, a big business, and a lot of people. Ji Dongxu and his sister had the same great-grandfather three or four generations back.
Ji Dongxu introduced the dojo master.
The dojo master was called Wang Jingwu. The Wang clan was a small martial arts clan a hundred years ago, and Wang Jingwu cultivated the martial arts passed down in his family.
Since he was related to the Ji clan, the dojo master seemed to be living a good life. His dojo was quite large and had three floors, with the first floor being a place for students to train and spar. It was over two thousand square meters, with weapons and protective gear placed along the walls. Still, it was late at night, and there were no students training.
Half of the second floor was a training area, while the other half was a guest area.
Ji Dongxu had already introduced Jiang He and Zhou Yu to Wang Jingwu.
Though he was not aware of Jiang He's identity, how could the famous Deputy Zhou not know?
When he saw how respectful Zhou Yu and Ji Dongxu were toward Jiang He, he promptly shuddered and could not wait to worship Jiang He as if he was his own grandfather. Even when Jiang He asked him a question, he was a little nervous and even stuttered when he answered carefully.
Jiang He smiled. "No need to be nervous, Dojo Master Wang. I'm actually here today to discuss a business deal with you."
"Business?"
Wang Jingwu scratched his head in bewilderment, and glanced at Ji Dongxu in confusion.
A big shot like that …
Why would he discuss business with someone who was not even a grandmaster?
After Ji Dongxu told Wang Jingwu about it, Wang Jingwu's eyes lit up after some thought and he said, "I do have a broken sword in my house. I found it beneath a collapsed hill when I was young, and my grandfather said that it was forged with great craftsmanship and could be a remnant of an ancient martial art. That's why I kept it, and it should be kept with my grandfather's belongings."
"Please wait for a moment, Mister Jiang. I'll get it for you right away."
Wang Jingwu left for a bit, and returned around ten minutes later with an old wooden box.
Inside the box was a rusty, broken sword.
Two-thirds of the broken sword was broken, leaving only the hilt and a foot-long blade. Jiang He took the broken sword and scanned it with his spirit, but found nothing special about it. After a closer look, he found some broken array runes beneath the rusted blade, which were present on the Scarlet Flame Sword as well.
That was enough for Jiang He to determine that the broken sword was indeed a mystic flying sword.
Moreover, there were two small words on the hilt.
Still, they were written in tadpole script, and Jiang He did not recognize them.
Wang Jingwu said, "Mister Jiang, my grandfather had an expert to identify the words on the broken sword, and it should be the meaning of the autumn waters. Please take it if you need it, Mister Jiang."
"How could I take it for free when it's something your grandfather collected?"
Jiang He glanced at Wang Jingwu and smiled. "You are now rank-six pinnacle and your cultivation has reached the threshold of rank-seven, but your spirit and qi are only average and lacking. How about this: I'll help you reach rank-seven as payment for this sword."
Delighted, Wang Jingwu quickly thanked Jiang He. Even Ji Dongxu and Zhou Yu became interested, wanting to see how Jiang He would help someone reach rank-seven.
On the other hand, there were many treasures that could help martial artists ascend from rank-six to rank-seven …
After all, the most difficult part of ascending from rank-six to rank-seven was improving spirit.
There were some treasures that improved spirit among the floral spirits they had discovered, but all of them were precious and rare, and not even a family with a mine could get their hands on them.
And then …
They saw Jiang He take out a handful of sunflower seeds.
Wang Jingwu: "???"
Even Ji Dongxu was a little puzzled. What was the meaning of taking out sunflower seeds?
There was only one purple gold sunflower seed, which was eventually split between the Martial Arts Department (MAD) and the Superpower Research Department. It was normal that Ji Dongxu did not recognize it, but Zhou Yu appeared utterly shocked and could not help exclaiming, "Purple gold sunflower seeds?"
The MAD had given the purple gold sunflower seeds to Jiang He, and Zhou Yu knew that Jiang He had asked for some from the Superpower Research Department as well, but there were just over twenty of them …
There must be more than sixty or seventy sunflower seeds, was there not?
On the other hand, Jiang He smiled. "Dojo Master Wang, these are purple gold sunflower seeds that improve spirit. Have some and let me see how your spirit grows, and if it's not enough, I have more …"
As he spoke, he took out another handful and munched on it. When he saw Ji Dongxu and Zhou Yu staring at him with widened eyes, he promptly shared some of the sunflower seeds with them and smiled. "Grandmaster Ji, Deputy Zhou, do you want some?"
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