Chapter 2731 - 2723: Stance

Chapter 2731: Chapter 2723: Stance

Regarding Feng Jun’s question, Yi Jue said: The Wood Energy is indeed transformed from Spiritual Energy, but as long as the supply of Spiritual Energy is fast enough, constraint isn’t a problem, and Wood Energy can be used as bait to lead those microorganisms to change direction.

In just a few words, Feng Jun and Yi Jue set down a rough treatment plan, and then he took out a mobile phone to begin simulating it.

It wasn’t that he was intentionally procrastinating earlier, but without even a draft of a plan, the simulation was exhausting. Once someone gave him a rough idea, simulating it became much easier.

Fisherman and Ren Tu exchanged a glance when they saw this: If we hadn’t invited Yi Jue, our solution wouldn’t have been so apt, would it?

Fortunately, Mountain Master Feng brought Yi Jue along, and she provided the idea. It seems... the results of the simulation are not far off?

As it turns out, their intuition was correct. Feng Jun spent a day simulating and discussing with Yi Jue, and finally arrived at a specific treatment plan, using materials unique to the Insect World for some aspects.

Although they didn’t use any parts of the spiders, ultimately it proved a theory: the solution to a problem wasn’t far off.

They spent the next two days trying the treatment on twenty cultivators, and the results were very promising. Even if the toxins couldn’t immediately be eradicated, they were visibly decreasing, which was positive.

Another day passed, and two cultivators with lighter injuries completely eradicated the toxins. Feng Jun and Yi Jue conducted a final examination, and the matter was considered settled. There was no longer a need for them to be concerned with the treatment of other cultivators.

The two sects offered two hundred high-grade spiritual stones to Yi Jue and Feng Jun, which wasn’t particularly generous. But given that they not only treated their own disciples but also provided treatment plans for cultivators from other factions, Feng Jun and Yi Jue couldn’t be too particular.

The only thing that made Feng Jun discontent was that the plan couldn’t be kept from the Wanhuan Sect. Even if Yuangang and Xuanhuang didn’t speak, it would be difficult to prevent cultivators from other factions who obtained the treatment plan from spreading it.

In light of this realization, he couldn’t even be bothered to remind them again—it was bound to be ineffective, so why expose his "smallness"?

After finishing this matter, he didn’t rush to leave, but instead greeted the three others, saying he wanted to go to Xingzheng Star.

No surprise, the three unanimously said: We are going with you.

Why are you following along? Feng Jun felt a bit vexed, but had no choice since these three were the main bodyguards of White Pebble Beach.

Arriving at Zuo Jing City on Xingzheng Star, it was nighttime here. Feng Jun sensed He Runxian and found that he was no longer in "life-threatening" condition, but still bedridden. He couldn’t help but chuckle—it’s been nearly a year!

He Runxian was clearly aware that he was being targeted. Even in the middle of the night, he was on interstellar long-distance calls, hoping headquarters would help coordinate for him to receive treatment off-planet.

But headquarters was also very troubled, saying that it was originally just a Frontier Star, and now that the war was just ended not long ago, during this period of rebuilding, with so many eyes on them, transportation was extremely tight. This matter wasn’t easy to manage.

He Runxian was infuriated and swore, saying I’ve spared no effort to preserve the production base, and this is how headquarters treats me?

Feng Jun couldn’t be bothered to listen to this quarrel. Knowing it was inconvenient for the guy, he went to Xiajing City, where it was daytime.

Compared to He Runxian, Chen Jiu was much better recovered and quite spirited. Just one glance and anyone could tell this guy had made a fortune.

Feng Jun wanted to try to contact him, but as soon as he took out his mobile phone, planning to search the vicinity, Qian Zhong immediately warned, "Don’t engage with him. He has at least three signal sources on him, and no fewer than five people are surveilling him."

"At least seven people," Xuanyuan added proudly, "There are two more eighty miles away on that tower crane, equipped with long-range weapons... I wonder if those weapons can harm Feng Xiaoyou."

Feng Jun sensed the location and then swiped his mobile phone twice, finally smiled, "Yes, they can hit, but the damage they cause would be limited."

If Xiajing isn’t an option, then he’ll have to try his luck at Youjing.

What surprised him was that Xuan Gao really had great divine skills; no one was surveilling him, as Qian Zhong and Xuanyuan confirmed.

It was just after dawn in Youjing, and Feng Jun thought about it and felt it was more appropriate to meet people in the evening, so he found a spot in the suburbs, ready to wait for night.

But by noon, Qian Zhong spoke up, "The person you’ve been observing went to the Arrest House... He mentioned that he goes every day."

Xuan Gao is certainly playing a big game, but even so, at most, he doesn’t have anyone supervising him regularly, yet still needs to clock in periodically.

But Feng Jun had no choice. This person was still accessible, whereas the other two were completely out of reach.

That night, he went to the dock to meet Xuan Gao, who smiled wryly and said, "Big brother, you really dare to come. The post here was only recently withdrawn, they’ve been watching for over half a year."

"I had no choice," Feng Jun spread his hands helplessly, "Everyone else is being closely watched. I need some pharmaceuticals and a production line, so I could only come to you."

"I only have equipment for five and a half battalions, and it’s not complete," Xuan Gao didn’t respond directly, as he really didn’t want to get involved with pharmaceutical production lines, "Originally, I planned to sell it to the interstellar exploration team. Now I can sell you the equipment for three battalion-standard fleets."

Feng Jun noticed his evasiveness and slightly frowned, "What does Boss Xuan mean by this? Do you think I’m of no use now?"

"That’s not what I mean," Xuan Gao quickly shook his head, "No offense intended, but you belong to the Human-like Civilization camp, right?"

"Human-like civilization..." Feng Jun was momentarily at a loss for words. After a long pause, he nodded, "To think you belittle us like this... It seems I need to capture a few people to test whether there’s a true isolation."

"No need to capture anyone," Xuan Gao hastily waved his hand. Though he operated in a gray area, living in an age of confrontation with the Insect Race, he still had a strong sense of solidarity, "The super brain has already compared the DNA, there’s no true isolation."

A super brain... Is it that advanced? Feng Jun pondered whether to get one for the Earth Realm.

Xuan Gao hesitated for a moment before speaking again, "However, in our analysis, your group’s blood seems to contain a strange energy, though it can’t be sustained for long. Would your honorable self be willing to tell me... what that is?"

"It’s just a difference in rules, you don’t need to study it," Feng Jun nonchalantly replied, unwilling to elaborate, already giving enough face, "But to use the term ’Human-like Civilization,’ you’re quite arrogant."

Xuan Gao also understood that using the term "Human-like" without true isolation is indeed quite insulting.

He could only offer a bitter smile, "Mainly worried about your civilization’s invasion, so we must emphasize that we are different... I’m willing to share this information with you as a gesture of goodwill; civilization invasion is truly frightening."

"No need to explain," Feng Jun waved his hand dismissively, "Speaking of civilization invasion, what we’ve encountered far exceeds what you know, and as for what your Human Federation has, we truly aren’t interested..."

"The only thing catching our eye is the tech aspect, as for invasion? Haha, unreservedly speaking... you all are just a burden!"

"A burden!" Xuan Gao was frustrated, this was really looking down on people too much, "Is it because your individual combat abilities are strong?"

"Of course, it’s undoubted," Feng Jun decided to offer a brief explanation, "Why do we interfere with your fight against the Insect Race? First, we’re ultimately similar groups, second, we incur very little loss fighting the Insect Race, so we just lend a hand."

"Think about it inversely, if we found the Insect Race terrifying, would we intervene so casually?"

This answer was truly disheartening, and Xuan Gao, proud as a member of the Human Federation, found the remarks extremely insulting, but he also understood that the logic they presented was objectively sound—after all, he couldn’t refute it.

Reluctantly, he muttered, "If you’re really that strong, why do you care about our warships and pharmaceuticals?"

"It’s not that we care, but I personally care," Feng Jun replied with a smile, "Some conventional methods can benefit ordinary people, and I can save more resources... that’s all."

Benefit ordinary people? Xuan Gao was taken aback and questioned, "So, this powerful combat ability is not achievable by everyone? Is it based on individual aptitude or rank?"

The Human Federation, as part of its formation, actually incorporated or merged many civilizations, including martial-practicing civilizations—however, at lower levels, they were ultimately crushed by technology. Nevertheless, being able to ask such questions showed a certain level of understanding.

"A bit of both," Feng Jun casually responded, "Individual strength is not easy to achieve, as you should know."

The reason Xuan Gao hadn’t been monitored actually included other factors. Firstly, the Human Federation believed relying solely on surveillance wouldn’t perfectly achieve the goal of contact; there must be other options.

Secondly, Xuan Bao himself promised that if conditions allowed, he would try to probe the opposition—with years of navigating the fringes of rules, he wasn’t short on boldness.

So he had been probing all along, but upon hearing this response, his expression changed, "Are you trying to save your civilization’s resources? Can I then consider... that your actions are plundering the Human Federation’s resources?"

"If you insist on thinking that way, there’s nothing I can do," Feng Jun laughed indifferently. This question was sensitive, but he had his own viewpoint, "Do you really believe... the world’s resources inherently belong to the Human Federation?"

Without waiting for a reply, he snorted lightly, "If you truly think that way, then to us, isn’t your Federation plundering our resources?"

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