I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes-Chapter 668 - 499 This treasure is not bad its mine (Requesting
Chapter 668: [499] This treasure is not bad, it’s mine! (Requesting monthly pass and subscriptions)_1
Chapter 668: [499] This treasure is not bad, it’s mine! (Requesting monthly pass and subscriptions)_1
Divination result: Extremely inauspicious.
Pei Jinye didn’t believe in superstitions and calculated another divination.
The divination result was still extremely inauspicious.
He decisively said, “Let’s take another look in a couple of days.”
He didn’t speak with finality.
The Elder White Fox also knew there was a chance for drama, and after confirming the intention to cooperate with Pei Jinye, she cut off the connection.
“It really was this kid’s doing.”
The Elder White Fox muttered to herself, thought of doing a quick divination and pondered, “It’s dangerous. Did this kid also learn divination from the Elder?”
Outside the door came the voice of a Spirit Fox: “Master, the Federation has suddenly deployed ten Extraordinary Ninth Ranks, and the Elder Association has initiated an emergency meeting, waiting for your attendance.”
“Understood, I’ll be right there.”
The Elder White Fox stood up.
Muttering to herself.
“Ten Extraordinary Ninth Ranks… this kid couldn’t have uprooted the entire orchard, could he?”
…
In Da Peng City, at the Jiang’s Family Back Mountain.
Pei Jinye was contentedly eating Spirit Fruits.
What was “toxin” for ordinary people was extremely dense spirituality.
It’s just like how breathing too much pure oxygen can also lead to poisoning.
Moreover, the spirituality contained in the Spirit Fruits was far denser than that of Spirit Stones.
If Pei Jinye hadn’t upgraded his Flesh Rebirth to Level 2, he wouldn’t have been able to withstand the destructive speed of these Spirit Fruits.
However, he was curious about how exactly these Spirit Fruits were cultivated.
“Is it the power of science?”
Pei Jinye thought pensively.
If he could master these cultivation techniques, he could be completely self-sufficient in the future.
Just these thirty Spirit Fruit Trees could bring him thirty thousand Attribute Points every year…
Having experienced so many things, Pei Jinye’s pursuit of power stemmed more from the instability of the external world.
He had to make sure that he would not be manipulated by any force, but the prerequisite was that he had to be strong enough!
However, merely controlling himself was not enough; he also needed to control the people and objects around him, eliminate threats, or else what awaited him would still be pitfall after pitfall.
Just like when Cui Min had plotted against him.
In the end, he would only be the one to be remembered.
This was not what he wanted to see!
Under the moonlight.
Pei Jinye listed a target for death in his mind.
Star Ring, Gaia, Judgement Place!
Star Ring was the main event.
It was definitely the Federation World’s most terrifying existence.
However, its weakness was also obvious; it had no physical form.
If the Federation was not under Star Ring’s control, Pei Jinye might not be as guarded against it as he was now.
Next was Gaia.
But Pei Jinye clearly observed that although Gaia was Star Ring’s lackey, it obviously had its own hidden agenda.
Otherwise, some matters would not have been hidden from Star Ring.
Then there was the Judgement Place.
This organization, actually under the command of Star Ring, would definitely be a stumbling block for him in the future.
“Just survive for now.”
Pei Jinye knew he had the Mother God Stone to rely on, but this was after all external strength.
If he had already broken through to Extraordinary Ninth Rank before he confronted Star Ring and then used the Mother God Stone…
Firstly, the consumption of the Mother God Stone would definitely not be so great.
Secondly…
What could an Extraordinary Ninth Rank mean before him!
“In the end, I’m still too weak.”
“I should not be complacent just because I have entered the Extraordinary Sixth Rank.”
Pei Jinye exhaled gently.
He thought of Lin Xiawei and that cheap master of his.
He frowned slightly.
Ever since Lin Xiawei left to find her cheap master, she had never reappeared.
He had inquired before, and the answer was that both had been sucked into a space vortex.
But when he passed through the North Continent, he investigated, and the space vortex had disappeared.
In other words, he had now lost track of them.
When he returned from the Ancient Yao Light Country, he had tried to find them, but with his current understanding of space-time, he could not see through it.
Xiawei once told him that including him, their cheap master had a total of five disciples.
The eldest senior sister, Lin Xiawei, had a constant scowl and settled in the North Continent permanently.
The second senior brother, who claimed to be half a step away from Sword Immortal, had also gone with Xiawei to seek their cheap master.
Now three of them were missing.
The remaining one was Third Senior Brother Song Wentian, who was stationed in Storm City No.3 Prison.
Pei Jinye had once cooperated with this third senior brother on a mission, and at the time, he could not fully see through his strength.
However, to his knowledge, the peak combat power of Storm City was only at Extraordinary Third Rank.
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“Was he hiding his skill?”
After cultivation.
Pei Jinye felt it necessary to get in touch with this third senior brother.
He was not, after all, a cold-hearted and ruthless person.
But to his surprise, he was unable to contact the third senior brother.
After a moment of silence.
Pei Jinye stood up.
…
Storm City.
The drizzling rain enveloped the city, which had been continuously raining for three full days.
Hurried pedestrians had long since soaked the hems of their trousers on the muddy paths.
The gates of Prison Number Three were firmly shut.
Compared to the city’s bustling traffic, this place seemed very quiet.
There seemed to be a scent of blood in the air.
Pei Jinye wrinkled his nose.
As an important forbidden area of Storm City, Prison Number Three covered an area of 200 acres, mostly detaining rebels.
There were eighteen layers in total.
Thus, it was also jokingly referred to as the Eighteen Layers of Hell.
At this moment, within the eighteenth layer underground, Song Wentian was covered in blood, his hands and feet bound by iron chains, his whole body suspended in mid-air, while droplets of blood trickled down from the ground.
“Song Wentian, I ask you one last time, what exactly is your relationship with the Starfire Army?”
“He who wants to condemn someone can always find an excuse.” Song Wentian scoffed.
Right after he finished speaking, he received a brutal strike from a club on his body.
Song Wentian let out a muffled grunt.
And spat a mouthful of blood-stained saliva toward his assailant.
The man, enraged, rushed up to hit him mercilessly.
However, he was quickly stopped by someone beside him, “Stop, stop, if you hit him anymore, he won’t have any breath left in him, and the higher-ups are still hoping to get useful information out of him.”
Only then did the man cease and, looking at Song Wentian who had passed out, flung the iron club from his hand angrily.
“Wake him up, continue the interrogation!”
Those around him felt some reluctance.
After all, Song Wentian had been their captain and had treated them quite well… To strike down so mercilessly, they did feel somewhat uneasy at heart.
“Do you all want to die?” Seemingly incensed by the others’ attitude, the man rebuked, “Now the higher-ups have determined he’s connected to the Starfire Army, don’t blame them for showing no mercy when they come for anyone who dares to get close to him!”
Everyone’s faces changed slightly.
Not long after.
A basin of cold water was poured over Song Wentian’s face, his visage marked with blood, no longer discernible as his former self.
He was interrogated for over half an hour, falling unconscious three times, until his breath had almost completely vanished and he was hurriedly carried away by the interrogators.
…
The curtains were drawn, and the doctor left after the examination.
Song Wentian’s hands and feet were tied to the hospital bed, his eyes closed as though he’d fully lost consciousness.
Suddenly a warmth arose, and he slowly opened his eyes.
“Senior Brother.”
Pei Jinye appeared before him.
Song Wentian paused for a moment, but his immediate reaction was to shake his head and silently mouth the words, “Leave quickly.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve completely sealed off this place. Master has disappeared, Senior Sister and the Second Senior Brother are also missing, and I can’t contact the Eldest Senior Brother, so I had to find you, but now you…”
Pei Jinye reached to break the chains, but Song Wentian stopped him.
“This is our third meeting… I didn’t expect it would be in such circumstances. Leave now, don’t worry about me.”
Song Wentian seemed very cautious.
Pei Jinye understood his feelings.
Frankly, their relationship was only because of their connection to Lin Xiawei.
Besides that, there was an extremely low level of trust between them.
“Do you have any news of Master or Senior Sister? Also, I can take you with me.”
“Sorry, I can’t get in touch either. Perhaps they are already dead…” Song Wentian spoke slowly: “Has the Knight Order sought you out?”
“No,” Pei Jinye shook his head.
Song Wentian gave a self-mocking smile, “After Master disappeared, the Knight Order seems ready to kick all of us out… To them, interests are indeed the most important; pawns that have lost their value are naturally to be discarded.”
Pei Jinye had no feelings for the Knight Order.
At this moment, he looked up towards the outside world.
Prison guards came in.
But the moment Pei Jinye raised his hand, a tremendous force knocked the guards unconscious.
In Prison Number Three held a Sealing Object called Thunder Punishment.
It was also at this moment.
Song Wentian realized that the Thunder Punishment was actually in the hands of his little junior brother.
He was slightly taken aback.
Relieved that his little junior brother wasn’t on the opposing side after all.
Pei Jinye gazed at the blue ring on his left thumb, taking the Thunder Punishment ring from Prison Number Three was an unexpected boon.
However, his visit was for Lin Xiawei and that nominal master.
“Can you get in touch with the Eldest Senior Brother?”
“I’m sorry…” Song Wentian smiled bitterly: “The Eldest Senior Brother has always been a mystery, sometimes even Master couldn’t find him.”
Pei Jinye frowned slightly, “So we’re just going to ignore them?”
“Junior Brother…” Song Wentian paused, “What we can do is to live well. Could you do me a favor?”
“To get you out?”
“No, you must not get involved in this. I have an address for you, just knock lightly three times on the wood carving.”
Pei Jinye looked at Song Wentian.
Song Wentian gave a wry smile, “I’m sorry, I thought you were with the Federation. But I’m relieved, we’re not adversaries after all. Don’t claim to know me from now on, it’ll bring you trouble.”
“Actually, I could just take you with me.” Pei Jinye did not expose himself when he arrived.
However, Song Wentian still insisted on Pei Jinye not getting involved, thinking he was only an Extraordinary Third Rank, and didn’t want to draw an innocent person into this.
Seeing his insistence, Pei Jinye didn’t press further.
“Into the dream.”
He had no intention to kill Song Wentian.
However, since Song Wentian had said so, he’d be even more cautious, personally erasing his Third Senior Brother’s memory.
A moment later.
Song Wentian’s eyes slowly opened, his body not as painfully sore as he imagined, but his gaze was lost… having completely forgotten Pei Jinye’s existence.
Meanwhile.
Inside a Qing Shi Lane.
A shadow gently knocked three times on the wood carving.
