After adding Ms. An Ran as a friend, Meng Chao was no longer nervous.
He knew that An Ran might have been joking, but Battle God Lei Zongchao had been paying attention to him since a long time ago.
When Director Nie Chenglong of the abnormal beast research department delivered the invitation to Battle God Palace, he told Meng Chao something really shocking.
The anonymous donor who had been quietly supporting the development of the Broken Star Club was Battle God Lei Zongchao himself.
At that time, Meng Chao, Gu Jianbo, and the Ultimate Style's development team had wanted to unite all the broken-star superhumans in Dragon City and use the Ultimate Style to change their fates.
But they did not have the funds to buy enough cultivation cabins for the Ultimate Style, and they could not rent a suitable place to invite more broken-star superhumans to join them.
At that time, the anonymous donor donated dozens of Ultimate Style cultivation cabins and a large sum of money to the Broken Star Club through the abnormal beast research department's channels.
It was not an exaggeration to say that the cultivation cabins and the donation were the first bucket of gold for the Broken Star Club.
Later on, the anonymous donor continued to help the Broken Star Club more than ten times.
Almost every time the Broken Star Club ran into a bottleneck in its development and needed a large sum of money to get through it, the anonymous donor would extend a helping hand in a timely manner.
It could be said that the anonymous donor played a major role in the Broken Star Club's rapid development to the point where it had hundreds of thousands of members.
Meng Chao had been guessing the anonymous donor's identity since a long time ago.
It was especially so since the donor had not just given him money, but had also customized a few cultivation plans for him.
They were incredibly strong, but the configuration was very scientific. They were practically at his upper limit, and he had to use all his strength to complete them. But after he completed them, he felt that he had benefited a lot from them.
The reason why Meng Chao could reach Heaven Realm so quickly and kill the Demonic Abyss Eye and Vortex was because of the cultivation plans.
It had to be known that even Meng Chao's tutor, Blade Dancer Gu Jianbo, and the old leader of Agricultural University's martial arts course, Black Tortoise Zong Yue, could not create such a cultivation plan.
In Dragon City, only Battle God Lei Zongchao and a few others had such high teaching standards.
When Meng Chao learned that the person who had been quietly helping him and the Broken Star Club was the legendary Battle God, he could only sigh. He was the one who did good deeds without leaving his name!
"I'll have to thank the Martial God later."
With this thought in mind, Meng Chao asked, "Ms. An Ran, what are Elder Lei's preferences or taboos? Is there anything I should or shouldn't say?"
"Yes."
An Ran held back her laughter and said, "Teacher Lei doesn't like people calling him 'Elder Lei'. He doesn't like people calling him 'Martial God' even more."
"What?" Meng Chao was a little dumbfounded.
"Mr. Lei doesn't think that he's anything great. He's just a step ahead of everyone else on the path of spirit energy martial arts. Being called a Battle God is too much of a compliment," An Ran explained.
Meng Chao thought about it. "Then, what should I call him?"
"Other than 'Elder Lei', 'Martial God', and 'old man', you can call him whatever you want."
An Ran said, "The children like to call him Grandpa Lei. The first batch of brothers and sisters who were adopted by him call him Uncle Chao. Later on, the children he adopted and the people from Battle God Palace call him Mr. Lei. If he's a comrade of the same generation as him, even if he's just a normal fighter who can't even truss a chicken, he'll smile when they call him 'Old Lei'.
"In any case, when you meet him in person, you'll know that Mr. Lei is really an easy-going person. The more relaxed you are, the better.
"We're here. Please, Mr. Meng Chao. Remember, don't call the Battle God Battle God!"
The two of them arrived in front of a black wall.
The entire wall was embedded with Black Stars, and they looked as deep as the galaxy. If An Ran had not reminded them, they might have crashed into the wall.
An Ran tapped on the black stone slab and jumped nimbly among the sparkling stars. She keyed in a series of passwords.
An entire Black Star sank down without a sound and slid to the left to reveal a tunnel.
There were hundreds of holes on both sides of the tunnel, and disinfectant was sprayed in them like rain.
At the end of the tunnel was a small bathroom and changing room. Once Meng Chao went through a full disinfection process, he changed into a white, sterile suit.
It was said that Battle God Lei Zongchao's body was incredibly weak. His immune system had completely collapsed, and he rarely left Battle God Palace.
The visitors who came to visit him also had to go through a full disinfection process to prevent them from bringing in germs from the outside world.
Once he was done, Meng Chao sucked in a deep breath and walked into Lei Zongchao's residence.
Aside from being slightly smaller, this place was practically a replica of the Battle God Palace outside.
No, it should be called an upgraded version, because the Black Stars embedded in it were of a higher grade. The shimmering shards in the Black Stars were also more dazzling.
If the Battle God Palace was like a vast galaxy …
This place was the center of the galaxy, where the stars were the densest.
There was not a single piece of furniture that a normal residence would have in the entire space.
There was only a medical cabin that was as big as a bathtub. It was also made of a Black Star, and its cover was made of a semi-transparent crystal.
At that moment, the crystal cover slowly slid open to reveal the pure black, sticky medicine inside. An incredibly strong fragrance wafted into Meng Chao's nose.
Meng Chao's nostrils flared, and he smelled dozens of treasures.
Ripples slowly spread out from the black medicine, and an incredibly pale and old body appeared.
Meng Chao quirked his eyebrows.
He had once carefully studied more than one hundred fighting and cultivation videos of Battle God Lei Zongchao.
In the videos, Lei Zongchao looked like he was made of steel. He was awe-inspiring, and he looked like a divine soldier who descended from the heavens.
When he was at the prime of his life, he had a perfect build.
It was said that aerodynamicists and ergonomics experts had once scanned his body and the details of his muscles inch by inch. After repeated measurements and experiments, they discovered that the distribution and direction of his muscles perfectly fit the standards of aerodynamics. Regardless of whether he jumped, ran, or punched, he could reach his maximum speed.
Even when Meng Chao cultivated, he consciously used Battle God Lei Zongchao as a model to train his muscles.
The old man in front of him had loose skin and was covered in wounds and pigmentation, but he could not find any resemblance between him and the Battle God of the past.
Even stepping out of the black medicine and putting on a bathrobe was a difficult task for him. He panted as if he had fought three hundred rounds against a monster.
But the sparkle that shone in his eyes made others somewhat hesitantly certain that he was the legendary martial arts legend and the strongest fighter in Dragon City — Lei Zongchao!
"My young friend, we finally meet," the old man said with a smile.
Then, he punched his hands and feet in slight reluctance. "Honestly, I've wanted to talk to you since a long time ago. I even wanted to fight alongside you. You performed really well during the battle at Raging Waves, the battle at Noble Descent Hotel, the battle in the lair, and the pitched battle at the borders of Dragon City. When I saw you charging forward with an indomitable spirit and invincible manner, I remembered when I was as young as you decades ago.
"Unfortunately, cough, my body can't allow me to leave this place for too long. I have to soak in gene concentrate all day long to maintain my precarious immune system. So, I can only watch you youngsters' fighting videos to satisfy my cravings!"
He laughed loudly.
As he laughed, he coughed violently, causing the gene concentrate under his feet to form ripples.
An Ran was right.
He was an easygoing old man who did not put on airs.
Many fierce-looking people who were fierce and ferocious when they were young would become kind and benevolent when their hair and beard turned white.
Lei Zongchao was not fierce when he was young.
But now, he looked rather benevolent and benevolent.
Besides, Meng Chao knew that Lei Zongchao's injuries were much worse than what he showed.
A 'Ji had said that Lei Zongchao could not leave the Supernatural Tower. He had to rely on the high-purity spirit energy and treasures to survive.
Once he left, his vitality magnetic field might collapse at any moment.
Based on Meng Chao's memories, Lei Zongchao had indeed left the Supernatural Tower and fought fiercely against the monster civilization's mastermind before he died together with it.
'Looks like the difficulty of saving Lei Zongchao is much higher than I imagined,' Meng Chao thought.
He became even more grateful to Lei Zongchao for everything he did for him, the Broken Star Club, and Dragon City, even though his body was riddled with holes and might collapse at any moment.
Meng Chao thanked Lei Zongchao seriously.
"That's not even worth mentioning."
Lei Zongchao smiled and said, "Money isn't something I bring with me when I'm alive, and I don't take with me when I die. Look at me now. Even if there's a mountain of gold in front of me, it's useless.
"But to a young man with limitless potential like you and a new organization full of life like the Broken Star Club, the value of the same sum of money is completely different. Perhaps a small amount of startup capital can create a huge miracle.
"That's why … Ahem, I'd rather soak in this sticky and smelly bathtub all day than die. I want to spend all the money and strength I've accumulated in the first half of my life on a young man like you. That's what I call it. I can die without regrets, don't you think?"
Lei Zongchao laughed loudly again.
He laughed with the boldness and wildness of his youth.
"Come and sit here, young man."
Lei Zongchao patted the edge of the cultivation cabin beside him and gestured for Meng Chao to sit down. "I know. We have a lot of topics to talk about. We can talk about your experiences growing up and my stories when I was young. We can talk about the development of the Broken Star Club and Blue Home. We can talk about those … strange projects you're trying to get investments everywhere. Of course, we can also talk about the problems and troubles we face when it comes to cultivation." By the way, I also want to ask you how you managed to practice Divine Nine Dragon Seals so well. "
His last sentence made Meng Chao smile.
He had completely verified An Ran's words. The current Lei Zongchao was really an amiable and interesting old man.
"But before we talk about all of this, could you please satisfy an old man's stubbornness?"
An intense melancholy suddenly appeared on Lei Zongchao's face, and his voice trembled slightly. "Can you repeat what Jin Wanhao said before he died for me to hear? Also, did you really see … Jin Qianxi's figure in the bubbles left behind by the Vortex after it died? "
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