Fulfilling a Wish and Meeting Again

Feng Qingmo did not even enter the house; he kept his backpack on and accompanied his parents out to buy groceries.

Zuo Huifen had originally wanted him to leave the backpack at home, but with two vials of Water of Life worth tens of billions inside, Feng Qingmo dared not leave it in an empty house.

After receiving the Water of Life last night, he had caught a military flight to Jiangnan Base City overnight, arriving home just as the sky began to brighten.

After a hearty meal personally prepared by Zuo Huifen, Feng Qingmo recounted some of the more relaxed events from his time at the training camp.

Knowing Feng Qingmo was returning today, Feng Jiansong and Zuo Huifen had already taken leave from the martial arts gym, so they did not need to go in today.

After the meal, Feng Qingmo opened his backpack, solemnly took out two boxes, and placed them on the table. He gently lifted the lids to reveal two test tubes inside, secured by flexible material.

The liquid within the tubes was transparent with a hint of pale green, appearing exceptionally luxurious.

"What is this?" Zuo Huifen picked up a box, held it up to her eyes with curiosity, and examined it closely.

"Water of Life!"

Zuo Huifen's hand trembled, nearly dropping the box. Feng Qingmo hurriedly used his telekinesis to steady it, and fortunately, Zuo Huifen reacted immediately, clutching it firmly with both hands.

Both she and Feng Jiansong stared intently at Feng Qingmo.

"Mo'er!" Zuo Huifen's eyes began to redden. "A single vial of Water of Life costs at least 30 billion at auction; two would be 60 billion. How much risk did you take to get these..."

Although Feng Jiansong remained silent, his eyes conveyed the same sentiment.

"Mom, Dad, it's not as expensive as you think," Feng Qingmo quickly explained. "I completed several missions; one vial was a reward from the military, and the other was purchased at cost. It only actually cost a little over ten billion..."

He reached out, taking his mother's hand in one of his and his father's in the other, and looked at them both. "When I was young, you risked your lives hunting monsters to earn money to treat my eyes. Now that your son has grown up, it is only natural that I work hard to buy the Water of Life for you..."

The mist in Zuo Huifen's eyes finally turned into tears that rolled down her cheeks. Recalling the hardships of years past, Feng Jiansong's eyes also shimmered with moisture.

"Since you're resting today, you should drink the Water of Life now..." Feng Qingmo looked at his father with a smile. "Dad, by tomorrow, you'll be able to hold a sword with your right hand again!"

Feng Jiansong looked at the smiling Feng Qingmo and finally burst into hearty laughter. "To have such a son, what more could a man ask for!"

Zuo Huifen looked at the two most important men in her life, her face tear-streaked yet beaming with joy!

After staying home for two days, Feng Qingmo packed his gear, left Jiangnan Base City, and returned to the Huashan Training Camp.

At six o'clock the next morning, Feng Qingmo arrived at the camp gate to wait for the person coming to take him to the Science Division.

At 6:25, a military vehicle drove up and came to a screeching halt at the gate.

Huo Haitian opened the door and jumped out from the driver's seat.

"Uncle Huo!" Seeing the giant, nearly two-meter-tall man with a scar on his face again, Feng Qingmo smiled and walked up to him. "I didn't expect you to be the one picking me up..."

"Haha, I only drove over myself because I knew I was picking you up..." Huo Haitian looked into Feng Qingmo's eyes and couldn't help but laugh. "It seems my niece was right; your eyes have truly recovered..."

He looked Feng Qingmo up and down. "I heard your strength has improved significantly and you're a Wargod now. You only passed the martial artist practical exam half a year ago..."

Looking at Feng Qingmo earnestly, he sighed slightly. "Looking at you, I feel like I've lived all these years in vain..."

Feng Qingmo couldn't help but chuckle. "Uncle Huo, dogs aren't as powerful as you..."

Huo Haitian widened his eyes and looked down at Feng Qingmo. "You brat, just because you're strong, you think you can tease me now, huh?"

"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare..." Feng Qingmo knew his personality and said with a grin, "Let's get going."

He opened the passenger door and climbed in first. Huo Haitian cursed him as a "little brat" with a laugh before getting in, making a U-turn, and speeding away.

The two chatted along the way and soon arrived at the Science Division, taking the elevator deep underground just as they had last time. Remembering the awkwardness of the previous elevator ride, the two exchanged a glance and tacitly kept their mouths shut.

Upon arriving at the Science Division, Huo Haitian led him to the locker room first.

"You can't wear that combat suit," Huo Haitian said, taking a full set of clothes from a locker. "These were chosen based on your build. They contain no metal and are anti-static; you have to wear these to enter the laboratory."

Feng Qingmo used his telekinesis to scan the room, ensuring there were no cameras or similar devices, before quickly stripping off his combat suit and changing into the clothes provided by the Science Division.

"Not bad!" Huo Haitian looked at Feng Qingmo in his uniform. "You look quite heroic in your combat suit, but in these clothes, you look scholarly and refined, like a young scholar..."

"Oh, Uncle Huo, you're quite cultured," Feng Qingmo said with a smile. "That idiom was well-used."

"Hey!" Huo Haitian rolled his eyes at him and held his head high. "I was only a few points away from getting into university back in the day, you know..."

He glanced at his watch. "Time's up. I'll take you to Dr. Long first; just follow her arrangements. Let's go..."

He took out an exquisite card attached to a thin cord. "Hang this on; it's an access card for the division. Without it, you can't enter many areas..."

Handing the card to Feng Qingmo, he turned and led him toward Dr. Long's office.

Arriving at the office door, Huo Haitian whispered, "Go in yourself. I have other matters to attend to, so I won't accompany you inside..."

With that, he turned and walked away decisively.

Feng Qingmo raised his hand and knocked on the door. A cold, melodious voice came from within: "Please enter."

He turned the handle, pulled the door open, and stepped inside. Before he could even glance around, his gaze was instantly drawn to the peerless beauty sitting behind the desk, and the graceful figure he had seen before involuntarily surfaced in his mind.

Forcing down the ripples in his heart, Feng Qingmo coughed lightly. "Dr. Long, hello."

Dr. Long tilted her head slightly, her ponytail swaying, and shifted her gaze from the computer screen to look at Feng Qingmo.

"It's you?" Dr. Long looked at the tall, handsome young man at the door, a hint of brilliance flashing in her eyes. She then gestured to the chair opposite her. "Please sit, wait for me a moment."

"Alright." Feng Qingmo walked to the chair opposite her, sat down, and turned his head slightly to observe his surroundings, trying his best not to disturb Dr. Long as she worked.

In his heart, he couldn't help but recall what Huo Haitian had said in the elevator: "She really is a beauty who could topple a kingdom..."