Chapter 771 - 296: Holding a Trump Card, Yet Playing the Worst Hand (Part 4)

"The ’Unity of God and Soul’ mentioned in TV dramas is actually after an Ancient Martial Arts Practitioner enters a deep meditation state, our spirit leaves our body and merges with nature, and successfully calls upon the assistance of natural forces."

Ming Lan was dumbfounded.

"Is that so..." He looked down at his hand, seeing only a hand. He couldn’t imagine what top Ancient Martial Arts Masters would see.

"Sister Xingguang." Ming Lan asked Xu Xingguang, "What do you see when you look at yourself?"

Xu Xingguang took off her computer glasses, raised her hands before her eyes.

She stared at those slender, well-proportioned but not weak fingers, and calmly said: "I see flesh and blood, a network of intersecting veins and arteries, a vast array of flowers across the mountains, towering ancient trees piercing the sky, and the wind blowing against my face..."

Ming Lan listened, understanding only part of it.

Xu Xingguang stared straight at Ming Lan and said profoundly: "Humans are far less strong than they believe. After we die, we are nothing more than fertilizer nourishing all things."

"The moment you think you’re invincible is when nature eliminates you. Every truly powerful Ancient Martial Arts Master is surely a believer who holds awe for nature."

Upon hearing these words, something seemed to flash through Ming Lan’s mind.

But it appeared suddenly, and vanished too quickly for Ming Lan to grasp it.

He pondered for a long time before frowning and saying, "You mean, when Super Power Users think they’ve gained a superpower and can dominate life and death, they’ve actually got it wrong."

"But, why do they still exist?"

Ming Lan’s eyes showed a powerless anger as he questioned Xu Xingguang: "Why is the life of ordinary people increasingly desperate and miserable, while Super Power Users still rule the world?"

Xu Xingguang, excessively calm, said: "Nature is leading them to their demise, can’t you see?"

Ming Lan was startled.

Thinking of the impending severe food shortage in the Divine Martial Realm, the looming famine, the hellish end where the Human Clan faces extinction, Ming Lan was rendered speechless and bitter.

Seeing Ming Lan deeply shocked and extremely regretful and pained, Xu Xingguang sharply analyzed further: "The Super Power Users migrated with the surviving ordinary people to the three continents; they could have proliferated and thrived in this safe and vast world, continuing civilization. But what did they do instead?"

"They slaughtered the Green Blood Clan, oppressed the common people, recklessly destroyed land resources, blindly pursued advanced technology. They got everything wrong right from the start!"

"Now, the severe food shortage ending they face is their just deserts."

"Your Divine Martial Realm held the trump card, yet played the worst hand. While the so-called ’Infected Zone’ of the Mortal World, in their hellish existence with the worst hand, played the most beautiful outcome."

"Nature is eliminating the entire Divine Martial Realm, can’t you see?"

Ming Lan’s face was deathly pale.

He suddenly turned and fled.

Ming Lan squatted by the creek at the slope of Field 18’s medicinal pasture, skipping stones on the water surface with picked stones, staring at the rippling rings with a clear feeling of ’fear’.

He once thought the extinction of the Divine Martial Realm was a distant matter, only to be horrified to discover today that the Divine Martial Realm had reached a dead-end.

He saw no hope of salvation for the Divine Martial Realm.

Suddenly, a small branch hit his shoulder, Ming Lan turned his head to see Xu Xingguang standing on the slope.

Stepping on a flight stabilizer in her hand, she asked him: "Returning or not?"

Ming Lan quickly stood up, lifting heavy shackles as he climbed the slope.

Xu Xingguang teased him: "Taller than anyone, yet weaker than everyone."

Thinking of Dongfang Yi, younger yet far more formidable, Ming Lan had no confidence to refute Xu Xingguang.

Ming Lan purchased a flying stabilizer, initially planning to get a new one for Xu Xingguang. But she said it wasn’t necessary since she was used to Dongfang Yi’s.

The two of them flew back to Wuyuan Town on the stabilizers, where Ming Lan naturally took Xu Xingguang’s stabilizer to the courtyard charging station.

Upon entering the house, he heard Xu Xingguang say: "The current state of the Divine Martial Realm isn’t your fault, you needn’t feel ashamed for it. But as a Super Power User, you should correctly use your superpower to protect those who need your protection."

After her words of encouragement, Ming Lan felt somewhat relieved.

Xu Xingguang spent five to six hours compiling the Ancient Martial Arts Beginner Practice Manual, which she sent separately to Huo Wen’an and Ming Feng.

Huo Wen’an received the document and understood her good intentions.

He summoned Xiao Qiao, instructing him: "I’ve sent you a document; compile it into a booklet and distribute it to all the people of Bai Ze Realm."

Xiao Qiao opened his smart brain to check the document.

"Ancient Martial Arts Introduction Cultivation Manual?" Xiao Qiao was somewhat surprised.

"Pilot," he now addressed Huo Wen’an differently, no longer calling him 099. "Every civilian on the island must study Ancient Martial Arts?"

Huo Wen’an shook his head, "Not every civilian."

Just as Xiao Qiao wanted to ask which groups needed to practice Ancient Martial Arts, he heard Huo Wen’an say: "Everyone, including Super Power Users, even you, must practice."

"Huh?" Xiao Qiao’s pink hair stood up.

"Why?" Xiao Qiao couldn’t understand.

Zheng Qin, whose office was just outside Huo Wen’an’s office, overheard their conversation as the door was open.

While working, without looking up, Zheng Qin said: "What is a Pilot? A navigator, who can sense the iceberg’s presence beneath the ocean. Don’t ask, his arrangements have their reasons."

Xiao Qiao rolled his eyes; seeing Huo Wen’an unwilling to elaborate, he turned to leave the office. Passing Zheng Qin’s desk, he taunted him: "You suck-up."

Zheng Qin stuck out his tongue, "You’re a freak."

Xiao Qiao sneered, "Believe it or not, if I pull down my pants, mine is bigger than yours."

Zheng Qin grinned provocatively, challenging him: "Then take it off and show us; if you’re afraid to take it off, you’re a coward."

A pen suddenly flew out from Huo Wen’an’s office, its tip embedding straight into the hard desk surface. "Or, how about you both strip down and go outside to let everyone compare?"

Seeing the pen embedded in the desk, Xiao Qiao slipped away quickly, and Zheng Qin shut his mouth, not daring to speak more.

After a moment, Huo Wen’an’s voice came from the office again: "Zheng Qin, pack up, you’re leaving with Uncle Ying tomorrow."

Zheng Qin tilted his head, puzzled: "Am I going to the Central Yu Alliance to study medicine too?" Ying Ziyao will be dispatched to Medicine King City to study medicine tomorrow.

Being elderly and without formal status, neither Medicine King Medical College nor Divine Martial Medical College would accept him, except Wanxiang Medical College, with its more lenient admission policies, didn’t mind him being undocumented.

Huo Wen’an spent a sum to buy Ying Ziyao a chance at education.

Huo Wen’an: "You’re going to the East Ocean Alliance Technology College’s computer department."

Hearing ’Eastern Alliance’ made Zheng Qin resentful, filled with hate and fear. "Do I also attend school?"

"No, you’re going to do odd jobs."

Zheng Qin: "..."

He’s worse off than Ying Ziyao!

Uncle Ying will at least be a student; he can only sneak into the technology college as a handyman to learn skills.