Chapter 66

Finally, it was done. Du Qian’s body was almost stiff from working continuously for three days and nights, and he had finally completed the three spirit components.

On average, one spirit component per day, a speed far exceeding Du Qian’s expectations. For a long time, he might not be able to achieve this speed again.

Stimulated by the Zhou Mountain coins, Du Qian miraculously completed the task. It had to be said that separating the energy threads was indeed just a matter of skill. The more he separated, the more proficient he became, and it seemed that this speed could still be increased.

If not for the need to absorb the spirit horns and condense the excess spirit energy in the spirit pool into the spirit weapon spearhead every day, this speed could have been increased by fifty percent, and he could have completed three spirit components in a day and a half.

Ignoring his rumbling stomach, Du Qian, with an incredibly excited heart and a sense of reverence, placed the three spirit components together.

One second...

Ten seconds...

One minute...

Three minutes...

Damn it, there was no reaction at all. Du Qian was furious. What was going on? Didn’t they say that three spirit components could be combined...

Oh, combined? Do they need to be combined? Miss Liu, you didn’t explain clearly how to combine them. I don’t know how to combine them.

Three spirit components, if not combined, are just spirit components, worth ten yuan each. When combined, they become spirit talismans, which can be sold for several times or even ten times the price. The difference between the two is too great.

What to do? What to do? Is my money going to be wasted? In a moment, Du Qian was sweating profusely.

Got it...

At this moment, Du Qian felt as if the goddess of wisdom had possessed him, and his mind was wide open. High intelligence is high intelligence; no matter how difficult the problem, a solution can always be found.

Closing his eyes, if I don’t know, I’ll ask the nebula. It will know.

With a mix of trepidation, the three nebulae appeared before his eyes again, and Du Qian kept thinking... Brother Star... Sir Star...

Sir Star didn’t disappoint Du Qian. From one of the nebulae, a mist emerged and began to separate and weave in front of Du Qian. This time, the speed was very fast, and in the blink of an eye, the three spirit components were woven together.

Then the three spirit components began to twist, and layers of mist formed intricate patterns at their junctions, layer by layer, until the three spirit components were finally combined, emitting a crimson light.

I don’t understand...

Again and again, the nebula didn’t know what it meant to be annoyed. As long as Du Qian didn’t indicate that he understood, it kept repeating. Unfortunately, there were no words or text to explain, so he had to rely on his own understanding.

Even if Du Qian was ignorant, he realized that these three nebulae had nothing to do with the spirit talismans provided by the association. But where did this come from? It was too intelligent, thinking of whatever he needed.

Unfortunately, the level of intelligence was still not high enough. There was no voice commentary or text, and it was exhausting to watch.

After watching countless times, Du Qian finally understood. The mist connecting the spirit components represented spirit energy. Spirit energy turned into mist, layered, stacked, and combined...

The moment Du Qian understood, lines of text appeared in his mind, as if he had known them all along.

“Right, that’s it. Thank you. You’ve worked hard. Have you eaten?”

“Very hungry...” His vision cleared, and Du Qian recovered. Hunger filled his body, his muscles felt weak, his head heavy, and a sour taste rose from his stomach.

Picking up the spirit components, Du Qian rushed to the dining hall, starving.

While eating voraciously, he looked around. He was the only one dining in the hall. Checking the time, Du Qian slowed his eating. It was 12:30 PM.

What the hell, it’s noon, and I’m the only one eating?

“Buddy, where is everyone?” Du Qian shouted at the cook.

“Don’t be noisy. If you don’t want to watch the live broadcast, don’t disturb others,” the cook said, not in a good mood. This guy was always idle, and now he looked like a wild man, with a scruffy beard and a strange smell. No one knew what he was up to. He looked like a hungry ghost.

If outsiders saw this, how would they view the Flying Tiger Team? Do they think the Flying Tiger Team doesn’t even provide enough food? You’ve been living and eating here all the time, and no one knows where you’ve been these days.

If it were anyone else, they would have been asked about their disappearance after just ten minutes. Only this oddball was left alone, free to do as he pleased.

“Live broadcast? Is there a soccer match today?” Du Qian asked while eating.

“Soccer match? Watch it yourself.” The cook opened the large projection screen in the dining hall.

Is this the City Lord’s residence?

Yes, even though Du Qian had never been inside, he could recognize it immediately. The screen showed the City Lord’s residence from various angles, with nine small screens.

The hidden martial cultivators had calm expressions. The four-barreled heavy kinetic energy guns in the corners emitted a cold light.

Du Qian carefully analyzed the nine screens, spending a few minutes to see that they were transmitted from nine directions around the City Lord’s residence. In each direction, there were numerous martial cultivators and a large number of heavy weapons.

“Kid, don’t say I didn’t warn you. Watching the live broadcast is fine, but you can’t leave the Flying Tiger Team for the next few days. No matter what your reason, anyone who tries to leave will be killed on the spot without question,” the cook said while watching. Since they were the only two in the dining hall, he had nothing better to do.

It was called a live broadcast, but it was mostly static. The people on the nine screens, except for going to the bathroom or eating, were all in fixed positions. Watching for a long time was quite boring.

But there was nothing else to watch. Even the staff had been pulled away. What else could they watch?

“Information blockade? What if someone calls?”

After being in the Flying Tiger Team for a while, even if he didn’t interact much with others, he knew some rules. During major operations, personnel entry and exit were prohibited to prevent information leaks.

“Try it yourself.” The cook smirked. How ignorant.

Those participating in the operation had already handed over their phones and other communication devices. As for those in the team, they didn’t need to worry. The wired connections could only call internal personnel. The wireless information blockade was in place, so good luck trying to call out.

“Oh, I see.” He had heard of regional wireless signal blockers before, and now he finally experienced one. Out of curiosity, Du Qian took out his phone and tried it. It was all dead air, and he couldn’t make or receive calls.

“Bro, what’s going on?” Du Qian asked.

“Capturing pirates.”

Capturing pirates? Du Qian blinked a few times, not understanding. Why go to the City Lord’s residence to capture pirates? Are there pirates in the City Lord’s residence, or are the pirates so stupid that they came here on their own?

Du Qian wasn’t naive enough to think that all soldiers and police were upright and all pirates were foolish. On the contrary, most soldiers and police were more foolish than pirates.

Forget it, it’s none of my business. I’ll finish eating and go back to combine the spirit talismans. The blockade can’t last forever. Once the mission is over, it will be lifted.

After eating and drinking, taking a shower, shaving, and using the toilet, it took another hour. Three days without personal hygiene, the smell was quite strong.

Back in the office, he brewed a cup of tea, rested for a few minutes, and prepared to work again. His ears twitched, and he heard footsteps in the corridor.

Something was wrong with these footsteps.

Du Qian shivered, his muscles tensing. The floor where he was had few people, and the corridor was usually quiet. The sound of footsteps was different from normal walking.

When your mind is at ease, your steps are natural, and the sound is casual, varying in volume. Those with high combat power walk lightly, while those with low combat power walk heavily.

The sound outside was like someone tiptoeing, only the front part of their feet touching the ground, moving quickly and almost silently.

This was only because Du Qian had once experienced a day like a blind person. Otherwise, with his hearing, he wouldn’t have heard anything, let alone discern so much.

Nothing bad had happened, right? Du Qian’s heart tightened again. He put away the spirit components and spread his palm, revealing a sharp, emerald-green object.

This was the spirit weapon spearhead he had only partially condensed. It was far from complete, but even a small part of it had incredible destructive power. The guy who easily deflected nine of Du Qian’s shots at the beach had only condensed a small part of his spirit weapon, and the completion percentage was likely higher than Du Qian’s current level.

The tiptoeing sound occasionally paused. Du Qian closed his eyes, imagining the distance and position in the corridor, quickly concluding that the person had hostile intentions.

The pauses and positions confirmed that they were at the doors of various offices. The sound of opening doors was very light but slightly heavier than the footsteps, which was easy to hear.

If it were an internal member of the Flying Tiger Team, there would be no need for this. To find someone, they could just shout. This floor was very quiet, and even if someone was in a cultivation state, they would be woken up.

There was still distance and time. Du Qian’s left hand gripped the half-spearhead, and he took a step to the desk, picked up the red phone, and pressed the alarm button. Then he picked up the other part of the phone and put it to his ear.

What kind of place was the Flying Tiger Team? Even if it looked unguarded on the outside, its internal defenses were formidable, with various alarm systems to handle emergencies, allowing for different alarm methods.

Du Qian chose... the only method he could.

No choice, he was just a figurehead as a section chief, or perhaps not even that. The room had a shadow alarm light and a dual-row alarm, but these were receiving devices. The only way to send an alarm was through the silent alarm system on the red phone.

A lazy voice came from the phone: “Who is it?”

Du Qian covered the phone and whispered, “I’m the head of the Information Section. Please connect me to the duty room.”

He tried to keep his voice calm, imitating Fei Xue’s manner, imagining how authoritative he should be, and mentally convincing himself: I am the section chief, I am a big shot, I am awesome...

“Ah... it’s the section chief. I’m sorry, I’ll connect you right away.” The voice on the phone sounded panicked, as if scared.

Du Qian’s heart sank. It’s over, something really happened.