Chapter 92

"Of course it's not natural, but man-made. There are many methods, such as capturing the young of spirit beasts and letting them bleed or dismembering them near Pingchuan, or using the spirit beasts' favorite food, or leaving traces of human violence. There are many ways to do it. +◆"

Du Qian tilted his head, thought seriously for a moment, and finally understood why Feng Ya looked so indifferent. Mobilizing spirit beasts to attack a city was not easy.

Moreover, Pingchuan, a second-tier city with a population of millions and a considerable number of Battle Master-level martial cultivators, meant that ordinary spirit beasts were no different from delivering food to a city with city defenses, Battle Master-level martial cultivators, defense forces, and field armies. No wonder she didn't care.

From her tone, it was clear that she had received information beforehand. The Pingchuan City Lord's residence must have already received the notification and made adequate preparations. A spirit beast attack on the city was not a big deal.

"Xiao Qian, this isn't a small matter, nor is it a trivial one. They spent so much effort and resources, how could it just be a dud? Judging from the timing, we can tell that Pingchuan City's troubles won't be minor. Fortunately, this place isn't too far from Liuliu City, and there are many relay stations in between. Why don't you go with me to Liuliu City? It doesn't matter whether you go to Pingchuan City now or not." Feng Ya's words were hard for Du Qian to fully understand.

"Who is this 'they'?" Du Qian felt the plot thickening, and he felt uneasy.

Actually, plots had nothing to do with Du Qian, but if it involved Pingchuan City, he naturally wouldn't feel comfortable. Du Qian wasn't born in Pingchuan City, but he had lived there the longest, about fifteen years in total. He could be considered a true Pingchuan resident and had long regarded Pingchuan City as his hometown.

"Who else? The Heaven Menders."

"National War?" Du Qian shivered, fearing this the most.

"It should be called the prelude to the National War, just the beginning." Lu Yi said nonchalantly.

After a hundred years of peace, everyone with clear eyes knew that the National War was not far off. Human history is the history of war. With a large population and abundant resources, what else would they do if not wage a National War?

Children like Du Qian, who grew up during the peace, could not understand this, even if he was a war orphan. The more a war orphan hated war, the more they lost their family and loved ones. War orphans yearned for peace more than ordinary children.

"Why have a National War? There is more space outside the cities in the wilderness. Humans currently occupy less than one-thousandth of the land. Why fight internally?" This was what Du Qian found hardest to understand.

"Resources. Do you think the wilderness outside is all the territory of spirit beasts? What about adventurers? No matter how much land there is, without sufficient resources, survival is impossible." Lu Yi laughed, looking shrewd but acting like a naive child.

Feng Ya glanced at Lu Yi, her eyes filled with pity. As the head of the Information Special Agent Department, she had access to more information than 99% of the empire's population, but some secrets she didn't even dare to think about.

Balancing resources is the ultimate goal. If spirit beasts were completely exterminated, human society would revert to a primitive state.

Just think, without spirit horns and other resources, how would martial cultivators enhance their strength?

Without energy extracted from beast bones, lights wouldn't shine, cars wouldn't move, pots wouldn't heat, and communications would stop. What kind of society would that be?

Without beast marrow, there would be no super fertilizers. With an increasing population, what would they eat or drink? Relying on primitive farming methods? What a joke. Even if all the arable land were planted, could it feed so many mouths?

Each faction wants to control the process of balance, but this ability is not something anyone can have, even the three major countries.

There are natural and man-made factors. Only by standing at a certain height can one see clearly. Ordinary people always live below the clouds, unable to see the true face of the world.

"No, I want to go back to Pingchuan City." Du Qian shook his head. The National War was not something a small citizen like him needed to consider. At most, he could complain a bit. What must come will come.

If one day the empire needed him to go to war, even if he was unwilling, he would stand tall and walk towards death, just like his predecessors.

Of course, before walking towards death, it would be best to leave offspring. This was what his predecessors did. Without leaving children, there would be no predecessors, and they would have no descendants.

Yao Jing was nice, but she didn't seem suitable, being too cold. Liu Yan was beautiful, but she was too far away. Yu Wuxia... damn, what did she look like again?

Sikong... forget it, those two sisters were too much for anyone to handle... cheap sister... no, no, can't think about it, can't take it.

Du Qian was lost in thought, and others couldn't tell that this boy was thinking about spring.

Actually, Du Qian's reaction wasn't entirely physiological; it was more of a habit, following the path of his predecessors, which he considered natural. It was like a survival gene, deeply ingrained in his bones.

Unfortunately, Du Qian's social circle was too small. He only knew a few eligible women, and finding a suitable one was not easy.

Forget it, don't think about it. Go back and find his sister to help him find someone. Having just graduated and joined the Flying Tiger Team, Du Qian felt his conditions were quite good, not quite a high, rich, and handsome man, but at least a middle-class person.

Oh, he was wrong. He was a high, rich, and handsome man. His height, looks, and physique were all good.

No, the conditions need to be raised. At least the daughter of a middle-class family, well-educated, not necessarily beautiful, but at least pleasant to look at. Low looks would affect the next generation.

The dowry shouldn't be too small, at least a few thousand or tens of thousands. How could you marry a high, rich, and handsome man without a dowry?

"Hmm?" Du Qian suddenly lifted his head and looked towards the eastern sky, his wandering thoughts forcibly pulled back.

"Is there a problem?" Lu Yi asked. Among these people, Du Qian's strength was not the strongest; Feng Ya's two bodyguards were slightly stronger. However, Lu Yi trusted Du Qian more, as he had proven himself reliable through his actions.

He was wrong about the two bodyguards. In that situation, Feng Ya still tried to protect them, indicating they were not ordinary. Facing a five-meter-diameter lightning spider, the difference between a Battle King and a Battle Spirit, with combat power of 10,000 and 900,000, was not significant.

They were all just food, whether cabbage or beef. Everyone was food, so no one should mock anyone else.

"There's movement." Du Qian said, grabbing Lu Yi and Feng Ya and rolling behind a sand dune, kicking up a large sand pit with his legs in a few seconds.

"Xiao Qian, let go. It's useless. So many people are watching. If there's a real problem, do you think they would expose us?" Feng Ya was dragged several dozen meters by Du Qian, but her voice was still smooth and unaffected.

Her two bodyguards followed closely behind Du Qian, not offering to help Feng Ya. Today, they had gained new insights, seeing someone dare to grab Sister Su by the collar and witnessing the legendary pervert.

These two were not bodyguards; their combat power of over 10,000 was not enough to qualify as bodyguards. They were top agents personally trained by Feng Ya. Though their combat power was not strong, their value was not less than that of ordinary Battle Master-level martial cultivators.

Two low-altitude aircraft quickly locked onto their position. There was no need to communicate; the ground was full of people, and it was hard to miss them if you had eyes.

"Take my brother back to Pingchuan City. If there's a problem, you don't need to come back." Feng Ya gently said to the pilot as she helped Du Qian onto one of the aircraft.

"Yes, I will ensure the mission is completed." The pilot's reaction was the same as Du Qian's when he first met Feng Ya, feeling the cold.

"Brother, this is my contact information. When I have time, I'll come find you to play." Feng Ya said, squeezing into the other aircraft. The two aircraft ignored the victims on the ground, took off, and flew in different directions.

As for the victims, they would have to wait. In a few hours, the rescue team from Liuliu City would arrive. Whether they could survive until then was up to their luck.

It wasn't that the empire ignored human lives; it was just a special time, and everyone was very busy. Every minute, countless people could die. These few dozen people were not worth the time.

Du Qian was a bit excited. This was his first time riding in a low-altitude aircraft, which was completely different from a passenger ship.

Passenger ships emphasized load capacity, stability, and safety. Aircraft valued speed and flexibility.

This aircraft was a weapon reconnaissance aircraft, equipped with two kinetic machine guns, which were stronger than light weapons but barely qualified as heavy weapons.

The aircraft was small, with the front row occupied by the main and co-pilots, and the back row by the navigator and observer. There were only four seats in total, and Du Qian was squeezed in the middle of the back row, naturally not very comfortable.

Du Qian noticed that the two aircraft that arrived were of the same model, meaning the other aircraft was also like this. Feng Ya's side had four people, and he wondered how they managed to fit.

"Sir, please sit tight. I'm going to accelerate. It will take about four hours to reach Pingchuan City. The aircraft is not as comfortable as a passenger ship, so please bear with it."

"No problem, I've never been on an aircraft before." Du Qian looked around, examining the small cabin. There was no room to move, and several hours of continuous flight would be uncomfortable.

"How powerful is this aircraft?" Du Qian asked curiously.

"Ha ha, this is an armed reconnaissance aircraft, with only two light machine guns. If we encounter flying spirit beasts, we can only run for our lives."

"What if we can't escape?" Du Qian followed up, knowing that flying spirit beasts were often faster than aircraft, which was why human aircraft flew at ultra-low altitudes.

At high altitudes, any flying spirit beast would be several times faster than an aircraft, leaving no place to run.

"He he... if we can't escape, we'll just fall down."

Well, the safety of this thing was even worse than a passenger ship. At this moment, Du Qian's fantasy about aircraft was shattered. He could guess that even fighter aircraft wouldn't be much better, no wonder countries were unwilling to invest in aviation.