《Starting From Fooling the Elderly into Registering for a Cultivation Training Class》Chapter 87: Visiting Relatives
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"Let's leave it at that for now!"
After Qin Chuan dealt with the eighth monster, he stopped his search.
This time around, he had gained a certain level of understanding of the monsters' strength.
For example, the monsters he encountered today were around 50 meters tall. With 20% of his strength, he could kill them in one shot. If they were any smaller, he would not be able to kill them quickly.
Now that he knew this, it would save him time and effort for future monster hunting.
With eight monsters, he had enough to study for some time.
Huang Huang and the Bamboo Spirit looked at him with longing eyes.
Qin Chuan nodded his head, "Sure, I will give you guys one when we return."
And just like that, Qin Chuan soared through the air, leaving the southernmost region.
…
Three days later.
A western expedition team entered the center of the southernmost region.
The temperature here was typically -8 to -10°C. There were no signs of biological activity at high altitudes accompanied by strong winds of levels 11 to 12. It was considered a forbidden zone for life.
The scientific research vehicle drove slowly on the ice. Every once in a while, they came here for scientific examinations.
At this moment, an alarm suddenly flashed on the screen of a certain instrument.
The faces of the examiners in the vehicle changed.
On the screen, a certain value had exceeded the warning line and was still rising.
These researchers knew what this value represented.
They immediately reported the situation to the headquarters.
Not long after, fighter jets arrived.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, emergency meetings were held in various national security councils.
Xia country, the capital.
In the conference room.
"According to the news, monsters were discovered in the extreme south. There were eight of them. They had already ended their hibernation and had left the extreme south.
Their whereabouts are still uncertain, so we need to be vigilant.
"From today onwards, all the sea areas will be patrolling 24 hours a day. If we discover any monsters, we will report it immediately. We must not let them threaten the safety of our citizens."
As soon as the higher-ups gave the order, they sprang into action.
Instantly, the number of warships in the various seas of Xia country tripled.
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Battleships came and went, constantly patrolling the sea.
To distract the people from what was actually happening, the higher-ups said it was to resist a more serious world situation.
Because of this, everyone did not overthink the increased security. Their lives were still the same as usual.
…
In the sect.
After Qin Chuan returned, he first studied the contents of the second phase of the training before staying in the bamboo forest to study the monsters.
After three days of hard work, he had finally found something.
Firstly, the blood of the monsters contained powerful vitality. It was because of this that they could hibernate for hundreds or even thousands of years.
The energy required by cultivators came from spiritual energy.
Spiritual energy had another name: the vitality of heaven and earth.
Vitality was the foundation of life.
Because the monster's blood contained was so rich in vitality, everyone's cultivation realm had advanced so quickly.
Qin Chuan had treated himself like a guinea pig and tested it out.
For example, the blood of a 50-meter-tall monster could increase one's realm by 5%.
Qin Chuan was currently in the second class of the Golden Core Realm, so the energy required to level up was much more than the amount he required in the Qi Refinement Realm.
5% was not much for him, but it was terrifying for cultivators in the Qi Refinement realm.
It was enough for them to advance from the first class of the Qi Refinement realm to the Foundation Establishment Realm.
In other words, a monster could directly nurture a Foundation Establishment cultivator.
There were thousands of monsters at the bottom of Devil Sea. If he were to capture all of them, their overall strength would be multiplied.
While the idea sounded good, there would probably be complications in practice.
After all, he still didn't know whether there were even more powerful existences at the bottom of the sea.
If they were stronger than him, it would be troublesome.
So, for the time being, Qin Chuan didn't consider going to the Devil Sea to catch the monsters.
Besides, cultivation depended on the individual.
If they were to rely on him to help them all the time, his students would get lazy. But, then, how could he ever let them out of his tutelage?
However, judging from the current situation, everyone was rather hard working.
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On this point, Qin Chuan was very gratified.
Hence, Qin Chuan decided to keep the blood of the seven remaining monsters for now.
As for the flesh of the monsters, Qin Chuan had studied them over and over again. Still, he couldn't find anything special about it.
Zhong Gufei had previously mentioned that this flesh was extremely disgusting. It was simply indescribable.
Qin Chuan had also given it a try. Indeed, it tasted terrible.
Therefore, the flesh was useless. Only Huang Huang and the Bamboo Spirit liked to eat it.
Other than the flesh, there was only skin and bone.
The monster's skin was soft, firm, and far tougher than any metal.
If made into clothing, one could become invulnerable, stopping even bullets.
If used in the military field, there would be unprecedented effects.
Even in cultivation, it was good material for forging weapons.
So, Qin Chuan planned to use these monster skins to make an armor set.
The bones, like the skin, could also be used as forging materials.
…
In a small county town in the north, Youkou County.
Wang Jiajun visited many places and arrived here. He was here for Fang Yuke's case.
Two days ago, a colleague from Beichuan called and informed him that Di Tai had died suddenly.
This surprised Wang Jiajun.
Although Di Tai was already on the verge of death when they found him, they had managed to save him after resuscitation.
After more than half a month of treatment, his injuries gradually improved, and he showed signs of waking up soon.
Di Tai was a key figure. The peaceful Beichuan was strung into chaos because of his appearance.
As long as he woke up, there would be a massive turnaround in the case.
However, he ultimately did not survive.
The cause of death was still being investigated.
However, Wang Jiajun believed that Di Tai's death was not due to his injuries but because someone did not want him to speak.
This person and the power behind them were not ordinary.
To protect Di Tai, the police had deployed a large number of police officers. Police officers took turns keeping watch on him round the clock. All the doctors and nurses who entered his ward were checked one by one. Still, someone powerful had managed to kill him.
Although Di Tai had died and they had lost many useful clues, it was not entirely a bad thing.
Some people could no longer sit still.
Wang Jiajun felt that the fox's tail could not be hidden forever. They would reveal themselves sooner or later.
"Sir, we're here," the driver said to Wang Jiajun.
Wang Jiajun looked up and paid the driver before getting out of the car.
"United Estate!"
There was an old neighborhood in front of him. The houses inside were ancient. The bricks were exposed, and most of the wall plasters had fallen off.
Wang Jiajun was held a card with an address written on it.
When he followed the address on the card, Wang Jiajun came to a six-story residential building.
On the fifth floor, he bumped into an old man who was about to go walk his bird at the staircase landing.
He was Wang Jiajun, who looked unfamiliar, so the old man greeted him warmly, "Young man, you must be from out of town!"
Wang Jiajun smiled. "Mm! From Jiangnan."
The old man looked surprised when he heard Jiangnan. He surveyed Wang Jiajun carefully.
The old man smiled and said, "Jiangnan is a good place. I've been there once. It's like spring all year round. Beautiful scenery. And, most importantly, the economy is very developed and everyone is rich."
Wang Jiajun replied with a smile, "Sir, this place isn't bad either!"
"Come on!" The old man's eyes were full of objections. "I've lived for more than half my life. Do you think I still don't know how the world works?
"Look at the property prices in Jiangnan. Then look at ours. They are four times, if not five times higher than our prices! "
Wang Jiajun lowered his head and smiled. That was indeed the case, and he couldn't refute it.
"By the way! Young man, don't blame me for being nosy. I'm just curious. What are you doing here?" the old man asked.
Wang Jiajun replied casually, "To visit relatives!"
"Relatives?" The old man faltered for a moment.
"In this building?"
"Mm!"
"I know everyone who lives in this building, but I've never heard of any relatives from Jiangnan!"
Wang Jiajun replied calmly, "I'm from Di Tai's family."
The older man's expression changed immediately.
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