Emergency Rescue

Feng Qingmo had no idea that an Intelligent Life that had just finished evolving was complaining about how quickly he had left. At that moment, he was flying low through the air, heading for the landing site where they had arrived in the Arctic.

The journey there had taken several days. Then he had spent several more days searching the area where the mercenaries had gone missing, followed by more than ten days in the underground space. All told, it had been nearly twenty days.

In fewer than ten days, the Training Camp's plane would come to take them back.

He thought it over, then stopped and used his Communication Watch to call Li Ping.

"Qingmo," Li Ping said leisurely over the phone. He was clearly enjoying some rare peace during his vacation. "What made you think of calling me? How's the harvest been in the Arctic?"

"Brother Li, sorry for the trouble during your vacation," Feng Qingmo said lightly. "But there's something I think I should tell you first. Is now a good time?"

"It is. Go ahead." Li Ping's thoughts raced, and he had a vague guess. A hint of anticipation crept into his voice as he asked quietly, "Is it about a relic?"

"That's right. I spent several days wandering around the area where those mercenary members disappeared. At first, I didn't find anything. Later, I ran into a pack of Arctic Wolves and a flock of Arctic Rock-Thunder Birds..."

He told Li Ping how he had fought the two groups of monsters and then, for some inexplicable reason, been transported to that space.

"I tried that spiritual liquid. It couldn't be stored for long, so I used all of it..."

"Haha, no need to explain. You found that opportunity, so of course you can do whatever you like with it," Li Ping said with a laugh. Then, with genuine relief, he added, "It's a good thing your body was tough enough. Otherwise, you might have become one of the missing, too..."

"That's true!" Remembering the tremendous force, Feng Qingmo still felt a shiver of fear.

"After taking that spiritual liquid, how strong are you now? Oh, and has your eyesight recovered?" Li Ping asked with concern.

"Yeah, I can see clearly now!" Feng Qingmo was still excited whenever he thought about it. "I'd estimate my physical strength is about on par with an Intermediate War God..."

"That's incredible, Qingmo." Li Ping felt a pang of envy, but forced it down and said with a smile, "Congratulations! Your growth rate really is enviable. You officially became a Martial Artist in February, and it's been less than half a year. Now you're already an Intermediate War God..."

"I guess I got lucky," Feng Qingmo said, changing the subject. "After I left, I put the metal cover back in place and concealed it. No one should find it anytime soon..."

"You did the right thing," Li Ping said. "There may be nothing else in that space, but if we send some researchers over, they might still discover something. Ideally, they could figure out how that spiritual liquid you mentioned is produced. If it could become a renewable resource, we'd have another treasure..."

"I thought so too," Feng Qingmo agreed. "There's also that metal, and the material lining the passage. If we can figure out how to make it, our protective gear could be much better. Even when I put all my strength into controlling my SS-Grade Flying Daggers, I couldn't leave a mark on it..."

"Exactly. That's important, too!" Li Ping agreed. "I'll report it to the chief... Do you want to come back early?"

"No need," Feng Qingmo said. "I'll come back with the other trainees. I want to hunt more monsters in the Arctic, too. I need to buy Water of Life, and I'm still short on funds..."

"Fine, then. Be careful. I'll go find the chief."

After hanging up, Feng Qingmo brought up the map. He was about to check which areas were marked as the haunts of high-level Lord-level Monsters when his watch suddenly began to vibrate and flash red.

He looked closely. A satellite positioning map had appeared on the watch, with a bright red dot on it.

"An emergency distress signal!" Feng Qingmo's heart tightened. He quickly tapped the watch to check the details.

The Military produced its own Communication Watches. In an emergency, a wearer could use one to send an "Emergency Rescue" signal, which would be transmitted to all Martial Artists belonging to the Military within twenty kilometers.

"4.3 kilometers away..." He immediately broke into a run. With the strength of an Intermediate War God and a force output of 3.6 times his normal strength, he kicked off the snow and shot forward.

After running for over a kilometer, he could already hear the roars of monsters in the distance. He immediately accelerated.

He was now moving faster than the speed of sound. In less than ten seconds, he had nearly reached the squad that had sent the distress signal.

"Keep moving! Don't stop! I'll hold them off!" He drew a deep breath and shouted, his voice carrying over the howling wind and reaching the five-person squad.

Behind them, a pack of Arctic Rabbits, each about the size of a calf, raced after them with bared fangs. Their blood-red eyes glowed crimson.

"We're saved..." The trainee leading the group was overjoyed. While running, he turned toward the voice—and nearly stumbled when he saw that Feng Qingmo had come alone.

But then his eyes widened. Two flying daggers shot into the pack of Arctic Rabbits at an incomparable speed, like twin streaks of black Flowing Light. As they darted in every direction, they pierced the heads of every rabbit at the front of the pack, whether it was an Advanced Beast General Level or an Intermediate Beast General Level monster.

Feng Qingmo had seen that the trainee at the rear was about to be caught, so he had immediately used his Spiritual Force to control the flying daggers and come to the rescue.

"A War God-level Spiritual Master?" The Advanced War General trainee gaped in shock, forgetting to run. One of the trainees behind him bumped into him, sending him sprawling. Fortunately, they had slowed down, and with his Advanced War General physique, he wasn't hurt.

As an Advanced War General, he could tell from the speed and power of the flying daggers that their wielder was at least an Elementary War God-level Spiritual Master.

Feng Qingmo's status as a Spiritual Master wasn't a secret; quite a few people at the Training Camp knew about it. Besides Feng Qingmo, there were several other Spiritual Masters at the Training Camp, though they were all only at the War General level.

But very few knew that Feng Qingmo had officially registered as a War God.

The two flying daggers tore through the pack for a while. Not a single Arctic Rabbit managed to get past their defensive line, and the pack suffered heavy losses. A furious roar rang out from the rear of the pack, and the remaining rabbits scattered like startled birds, fleeing desperately in every direction except toward the five trainees.

Only after the pack of Arctic Rabbits had vanished did the five gather around him.

"Thank you for stepping in, War God Feng Qingmo..." The squad leader offered his thanks with a somewhat awkward cupped-fist salute. He noticed Feng Qingmo's bright eyes and couldn't help feeling a little surprised, but asking about them seemed too presumptuous.

The other four were still catching their breath, but they, too, thanked him. When they heard their leader call Feng Qingmo a War God, their expressions changed. They had been running for their lives and hadn't seen the power of the two flying daggers.

"You're welcome." Feng Qingmo nodded. Three of the five had minor injuries. "Are they serious?"

The three quickly shook their heads to show they were fine.

"I don't have enough room in my backpack for all these Beast General-level materials. You can collect them..."

He left them with that casual remark and, without waiting for their response, turned toward the area where he had previously spotted a high-level Lord-level Monster.

The trainees exchanged glances. The squad leader opened his mouth, but Feng Qingmo had already walked some distance away, so he reluctantly closed it.