From childhood to adulthood, Feng Jun had always despised that kind of privileged behavior. Ordinary people could never obtain all sorts of special treatment that the powerful and wealthy could get with ease.
But something the Chief Commander of Mairui Country had said some time ago made him fully understand—perhaps that was just life.
In human society—or rather, in the society of any intelligent lifeform—privilege probably existed everywhere. If one could not obtain it, one could only blame oneself for not being outstanding enough—or for not being born into the right family.
The Human Federation was much the same. Ordinary people struggled for Life Potions, while the powerful and wealthy wanted to live longer.
Of course, what attracted Feng Jun the most was that the other side had actually agreed to consider providing a "Life Potion Production Line."
After pondering for a while, he finally replied, "We don't have longevity genes. The Federation's scientists got it wrong. If you plan to sell Life Potions in exchange for that kind of return... then I can only achieve my goal through other means."
What goal? Extending the lives of the people under his rule, or obtaining a Life Potion Production Line? That depended on one's interpretation.
Xuan Gao was not surprised by his reaction. Instead, he smiled and said, "Based on our blood test analysis, the accumulation of a certain special substance in the injured warrior from your side should take five hundred to eight hundred years to reach that level."
"Stop probing me." Feng Jun laughed. "He might really be that old, but the truth is, we don't live long because we ate something or injected some medicine. Rather... we improve ourselves through cultivation."
"Cultivation..." Xuan Gao's eyes immediately lit up. "The kind of cultivation that resembles martial arts training?"
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