Looting the life force of demons to forge a golden body Martial God-Chapter 261 - 249: A Little Insight, Just Once a Week! The Truth is a Swift Blade! Valued +1 (3/3)

Chapter 261: Chapter 249: A Little Insight, Just Once a Week! The Truth is a Swift Blade! Valued +1 (3/3)

"Commander!"

"The Commander is back!"

Outside the building, two warriors stood guard, their postures rigid and upright, their gazes fixed firmly ahead, as steadfast as iron.

Upon seeing Lin Zhong jump out of the vehicle, they each raised their right hands to salute.

Lin Zhong, with a dark expression, nodded slightly and strode into the building, followed by Chu Feng, who was gritting his teeth and rubbing the back of his head.

The guards on both sides glanced curiously at Chu Feng but remained silent, standing as firm as pines.

...

Chu Feng followed Lin Zhong into the building, walking through the corridor into an office.

By then, Lin Zhong had calmed down and sat in his office chair with a composed expression, pointing to the sofa opposite him, he said, "Sit down, just wait a moment."

"Oh, okay."

Chu Feng sat on the sofa and looked around the room.

The room’s furnishings were extremely simple, as if it had been cast in the same mold as the 381st Regiment’s 19th Camp.

The large office contained only a desk, an information terminal, an office chair, two sofas, and a wooden coffee table, on which tea leaves and tea cups were laid out.

The guard outside the door came in, brewed tea, and poured water for Lin Zhong and Chu Feng. He then curiously glanced at the latter’s uniform before leaving the office.

Once the guard had closed the door, Lin Zhong tapped the desk and said, "Kid, do you know you’ve caused some trouble?"

"Caused trouble?" Chu Feng scratched his head—hadn’t he been well-behaved all this way?

Lin Zhong looked at him with a smile and said, "Did you just have sudden enlightenment twice in a row?"

Twice?

Chu Feng’s mind clicked, and he immediately realized Lin Zhong was referring to the state he was in when upgrading martial techniques and magic, and receiving the panel’s infusion of martial arts insights.

He sighed with relief, having thought he accidentally committed some military taboo: "Ah, that. I was just pondering a bit on martial techniques, eager to organize my thoughts.

"With such a capable expert as you in the vicinity, providing me with immense security, I didn’t pay attention to the setting," Chu Feng explained, adding a compliment as he spoke.

Lin Zhong was pleased with the respect and trust evident in Chu Feng’s words, yet he felt a slight stifling in his chest at Chu Feng’s use of the phrase "a bit of insight":

"A bit of insight? You call that a bit of insight?"

Chu Feng honestly nodded, earnestly saying, "This insight was quite minor, just grasping a little unsubstantial trick. My Sword Qi and Wind Concealment and others were all realized this way."

Lin Zhong subtly straightened his posture, his expression becoming slightly more serious as he asked, "Do you often have such insights?"

Chu Feng immediately sensed something was off—he seemed to be lacking some common knowledge.

He cautiously asked, "Um, possibly... not often?"

Lin Zhong smiled slightly, lifted his teacup, and sipped it with a chuckle, "Don’t be nervous, I was just curious about the progress of a young genius like you, just asking casually.

"Speaking of insights, I used to have sudden enlightenment quite often, gaining many benefits, which greatly enhanced my strength.

"Otherwise, how could I have advanced so quickly, defeating competitors one after the other, and becoming the Deputy Commander of the Demon Extermination Army at the Far East Defense Line?"

Oh, that’s good then.

Chu Feng relaxed and said with a smile while watching Lin Zhong drink water, "Not very frequently either, the timing is quite irregular... let me think... about once a week, I guess."

Each time he gained Attribute Points, he would seclude himself for a while to allocate them and enhance his combat strength.

He silently calculated—though the frequency wasn’t stable, saying once a week was about right, occasionally stretching to ten or fifteen days.

"..."

"Crack!"

Just as he finished speaking, a crisp breaking sound came from Lin Zhong’s side.

Lin Zhong slowly set down the teacup, smiling calmly, "Once a week? Not bad, worthy of being the top scholar of the current class. But you still fall short compared to me."

He forcefully suppressed the veins bulging in his hand, using his True Force to harshly clamp down on the broken handle of the teacup, roaring inwardly:

"A week! Once a week!

"Damn! What kind of beast is this!!"

For the first time, a strong impulse surged in his heart—to dissect Chu Feng’s head and see exactly how his brain was structured!

Do you think sudden enlightenment is a spare rib that you eat once a week to improve life?!

"..."

Chu Feng suddenly shivered, feeling an inexplicable chill! Was there something off?

But looking at Lin Zhong sitting opposite him with a genial smile, he slowly put down his guard again.

Thinking too much, with a Cave Heaven Expert like this around, what danger could there be?

He smilingly flattered, "Of course, compared to your and other predecessors’ exceptional talents, I am definitely far behind.

"I am just an ordinary person, who has been lucky to lead ahead in my peers. The path of martial arts is long and arduous; I still need to learn from you, persistently striving and advancing."

Carrying the palanquin falls to the bearers, something he understood perfectly well.

When needed, his honeyed words could be as sweet as honey.

Though he possessed Attribute Points, he was confident that he could reach or even greatly exceed the Realms of people like Lin Zhong, but there was no need to flaunt this and sting others’ hearts.

One should stay low-key or else they would be inviting trouble!

"..."

The light noise of "click, clack" arose as the porcelain cup suffered torment in Lin Zhong’s large hands.

Every word from Chu Feng was like a knife stabbing into his chest, mercilessly punching transparent blood holes into his scar-riddled heart.

Exceptionally talented, ordinary in stature, just by luck...

Chu Feng’s humble words created a translucent mirror standing before him.

He looked up.

Damn, a clown!

Shifting uncomfortably, a smile of elder’s contentment appeared on his face, "Hmm, having self-awareness is a good thing!

"Though Martial Artists uphold bravery and dedication, they must also learn to be as open-minded as a valley. Reflect thrice daily on one’s faults to alert oneself and only then can one journey farther.

"If you can maintain such a humble attitude and awareness, you will surely go far."

Chu Feng chirped happily, "Thank you for your guidance, Commander Lin, I understand. A slow bird not only needs to fly early, but also must keep flying.

"People with lesser talents can only succeed through persistent learning.

"Just be yourself, and don’t look at others!

"Rest assured, I will remain humble, keep my words and actions consistent, and be realistic.

"I definitely won’t get carried away with this stroke of luck, continuously boasting about this minor achievement.

"That would be too superficial, and I disdain to do so!"

"..."

Lin Zhong was nearly stabbed to death by Chu Feng’s unceasingly sincere remarks!

Fuck!

Are you implying something, boy?

You must be implying something!

Whom are you calling a slow bird?

Who the hell keeps boasting about a minor achievement?

Little bastard!

Don’t ever fall into my hands, or you’ll definitely not enjoy the consequences!

"..."

Chu Feng saw that Lin Zhong’s face suddenly grew even uglier, his grinding teeth and the hostile look in his eyes.

This confused him, what’s going on, did I say something wrong again?

Why is this old guy on his period again!

Damn, you unfulfilled bachelors really are troublesome, can’t even handle a foot odor!

...

Lin Zhong and Chu Feng made strained small talk for a few more minutes until the warehouse personnel arrived, then immediately shooed Chu Feng out of the office.

The moment Chu Feng respectfully closed the door, Lin Zhong’s porcelain cup exploded with a bang!

The tea inside, along with the tea leaves, evaporated into a thin mist by the True Force and dispersed into the air, instantly filling the office with a faint aroma of tea.

A vein on Lin Zhong’s forehead violently throbbed as he breathed heavily like a bull.

Little bastard, this is too much—ahhhhhhhhhh!

—With his keen insight, he naturally could see that Chu Feng’s previous words were indeed sincere from the heart, sentence by sentence genuinely meant.

Chu Feng really thought that, said that, and was doing just that, not deceiving him at all.

This made him even angrier!

He felt like he had been shot through by a blind archer, arrows piercing his heart, turned into a skewer of candied fruit!

...

Suppressing the surging anger in his heart and calming down, Lin Zhong immediately picked up the communication device to call:

"Old Man Ge, you really have the devil’s own luck! This Chu Feng might be a Body of Heavenly Enlightenment!"

"...I’m not in the mood for jokes! With the time I could spend dealing with demons, I might as well go to Mount Alk and get a foot rub. Do I have to waste time talking with you, old coot?!"

"...Take good care of him. In the future, he can certainly become one of our critical assets!"