Therefore, what followed next was the gathering of all sorts of information regarding Fang Xingjian. They even asked about what kind of person Fang Xingjian was, his views toward the Holy See of Truth, the God of Universal Truth, and whether he was married and had children.
In the end, they asked about Fang Xingjian's appearance in great detail. They even got Gardner to send over all the images of Fang Xingjian's appearance through information currents and martial will.
The countenances of the several members of the upper echelon changed slightly, and they nodded to each other before leaving.
Gardner watched them leave respectfully. He thought of how Fang Xingjian's appearance had still attracted the attention of the members of the Holy See of Truth's upper echelon.
Concurrently, he could not help but ask his superior, "Boss, what on earth is going on? Is the Church going to deal with Fang Xingjian? "
"It can't be considered as dealing with him," Gardner's superior said after giving it some thought. "Since you'll find out sooner or later, I'll just tell you in advance. "Three days ago, in the Sinkoda Empire's Great Western Region, Fang Xingjian single-handedly defeated a level 29 expert, a Demigod with one tier of perfection, and a Demigod with two tiers of perfection. Moreover, the three of them had joined forces. Fang Xingjian killed two of them, and the remaining Demigod with two tiers of perfection managed to escape."
"What?" Gardner listened to this news with a slightly dazed gaze. He felt that he could understand all the words that Gardner had said, but he was unable to understand them when they were put together.
"To think that Fang Xingjian has defeated a Demigod with two tiers of perfection?"
At the next moment, an uncontrollable feeling of dejection filled up Gardner's entire body.
Gardner knew that he had been surpassed mercilessly by Fang Xingjian at an unknown time, and he would never have the chance to overtake Fang Xingjian again. The distance between them would only get further and further apart as time passed by.
'Is talent... really that important? '
...
Anthony sat on the sofa, feeling a little uneasy. He looked at the tea on the table and let out a helpless sigh.
This was already the tenth day since he had arrived at the Eastern Sand Region's Wang Clan.
His objective for coming here was naturally to invite the Wang Clan to participate in Fang Xingjian's plan, to forge a longsword that was a Divine Remains Equipment for Fang Xingjian, using that piece of Divine level spinal bone as the main material.
However, other than the young miss of the Wang Clan receiving him on the first day, no one else from the Wang Clan came to see him.
Just like that, he came to report every day. Usually, he would wait from morning until night. The other party would say that someone was busy and did not have time to see him, and that he should come again tomorrow.
However, after enduring like this for ten days, he did not gain nothing. At least he had a clear understanding of the Wang Family's attitude.
As a top-notch forging clan in the world, a clan that had the experience of forging Divine Remains Equipment, the Wang Clan was still very arrogant.
In the past ten days, Anthony had seen countless powers come to request a weapon but were unable to obtain one. Countless people had prepared all of their materials and begged the Wang Family to forge a weapon but were unsuccessful.
Beside Anthony, an old man said, "Looks like there's no hope today." The old man had arrived three days earlier than him and had also waited for a long time.
Anthony smiled and did not say anything.
Just then, a steward of the Wang Clan walked in, threw a glance toward Anthony and the old man, and said casually, "The Head Steward still doesn't have time today. Please, the two of you."
As the Wang Clan's steward, he was already used to the flattery of those who wanted to purchase weapons.
The old man walked up, stuffed a few gold coins into the steward's hands, and pleaded, "Steward Zhao, please help me."
Steward Zhao nodded slowly and said, "Alright, I'll help you ask tomorrow." He then threw a sideways glance toward Anthony. Anthony sighed and said, "Steward Zhao, I've been giving you money for tea every day, and you've also said that you'll help me ask. However, it's been ten days, and there's still no result?"
Steward Zhao frowned. "Hmph, the Wang Clan is a big clan and has a lot of business to attend to every day. There are so many people from the Governor and the Regional Chief waiting for you. What else do you want?"
"At the very least, there should be a process to let me know what my position is, right?"
Steward Zhao's eyes narrowed, and he said, "Do we need you to supervise our Wang Clan's matters? I'll bring this up to the Head Steward. I think you might as well not come tomorrow, no, for the next month. "
He then flicked his sleeves and left, causing the old man to sigh repeatedly. He pointed to Anthony and said, "You're still too young. It's not good to offend someone like this."
"I just can't stand his attitude. He makes it seem as if we're begging him. He took the money and did nothing. What difference does it make whether we pay or not?"
The old man shook his head. "Some people are already doing us a favor by not doing anything."
Anthony smiled in a self-mocking manner. He had not expected that it would be so difficult to enter the Wang Clan.
However, a few minutes later, Steward Zhao suddenly walked in with an awkward expression, forcing a smile. Under the old man's astonished gaze, he looked at Anthony and asked, "Mister Anthony, may I ask if you were sent by Master Fang Xingjian?"
Anthony nodded, feeling puzzled.
Steward Zhao smiled and walked over, saying apologetically, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Mister Anthony. The Head Steward has already instructed me to send you over. It's my negligence, my negligence. Come, come, come. The Head Steward and the Young Miss want to meet you now. Let's go quickly."
Anthony looked at Steward Zhao with a puzzled expression. On the first day he had arrived, he had already expressed that he was sent by Fang Xingjian. However, over the past ten days, he had met many Governors, Regional Chiefs, and even representatives from the central government's upper echelon. This made him realize that even though Fang Xingjian was known as a genius, it was not very useful here.
The other party's current enthusiasm made him extremely puzzled.
However, he did not know that Steward Zhao could not understand why the Young Miss' attitude toward Anthony had suddenly undergone a 180-degree change, causing Steward Zhao to feel extremely awkward. However, under the Young Miss' pressure, he had no choice but to change his attitude toward Anthony. He felt so depressed that he wanted to vomit blood.
Just as countless people and influences were changing because of Fang Xingjian, Fang Xingjian stood in midair, looked at the sand dune under his feet, and said, "Recently, the disappearance of a few soldiers happened here. They should be in the vicinity."
With that, he tossed Peter out and said with his martial will, "Wait for me here."
At the next moment, with a dash, he dashed down toward the underground of the desert.
…
Underground, there were densely packed corridors everywhere. Many staff members wearing white uniforms were walking around, looking extremely busy.
The golden-haired Hildebrand, who looked like a prince, stood at the control panel, looking at the situation in the various laboratories. He broke into a satisfied and excited smile.
Next to him was Fang Qian, who was dressed in a black battle uniform. She was the Fang Clan's genius who had supported the black warrior during the war at the West Coast and had even wanted to capture Fang Xingjian.
Hildebrand said, "Miss Fang, it's all thanks to the cloning information that you guys have provided. The nurturing of Divine level cells has increased tremendously. Once the plan is completed, we'll be able to produce countless Divine level clones and create a Divine level army!"
Fang Qian's eyes narrowed slightly. She had not expected that cloning technology would be so adaptable in Miracle World, nor had she expected that the Ancient Path of Hell's technological prowess would be so great that they could successfully replicate a portion of the cells from the Divine remains.
Hearing Hildebrand's words, she shook her head and said, "It's not that easy. The nutrients that Divine level cells require are too difficult to obtain. The nurturing of Demigod bodies is more promising. Test subject number 13 has already succeeded. As long as the consciousness transfer experiment is successful, you'll be able to leap two tiers of perfection in one go and possess a Demigod clone."
Hearing this, Hildebrand was secretly excited. However, when he saw the lady next to him, his countenance turned solemn.
This lady, who was dressed strangely, had been introduced to him by the First Prince. He did not know her background or identity.
He only knew that when she had first arrived, she had only been at level 21. In less than a year's time, she had already stepped into level 29. Her strength was even comparable to that of a Demigod with one tier of perfection. It was unbelievable.
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