Honest Conversation

Shi Fen took out his phone and dialed his father's number.

"Um... Dad, tell everyone to pack their things. We're moving to the Bright Moon Residential District in a little while."

Shi Tie asked in surprise, "You signed a contract with the Extreme Martial Arts Hall too?"

"No, it's just that today..." Shi Fen briefly explained Elder Qian's visit earlier that day.

He ended the call.

Shi Tie was still in a state of shock. Shi Fen becoming a disciple of the human elite was far more impressive than simply becoming a martial artist. Regaining his composure, Shi Tie hurriedly shouted, "Wife, Shi Tian! Let's hurry back and pack our luggage. We're moving today!"

When Li Ziyi and Shi Tian heard the news, they were equally dumbfounded; happiness had arrived all too suddenly.

By the time the three of them reached their rented apartment.

A squad of soldiers in camouflage uniforms was standing downstairs, quietly waiting for their arrival. Parked beside the soldiers were three military vehicles, already loaded with a large number of cardboard boxes and bags containing their packed belongings.

This truly gave the three of them a start.

Sending the military to help move house—that was really going all out.

At the same time, a squad of soldiers knocked on Shi Fen's door.

The four members of the Shi family didn't need to lift a finger to pack. The two squads had received orders to assist the Shi family in packing and moving to the Bright Moon Residential District as quickly as possible.

"Master is certainly impatient," Shi Fen muttered, looking at the people bustling about with such fervor, not knowing what else to say.

It was certainly worry-free this way; Shi Fen only needed to point out what to pack, and the efficiency of the move was incredible.

That afternoon, the four members of the Shi family met up again at the Bright Moon Residential District.

Moving the items over was fast, but unpacking was slow. Although everything had been moved into the various rooms, it was hard to say how long it would take to actually get everything organized.

The villa Elder Qian had arranged for Shi Fen was right next to Luo Feng's home.

Once Luo Feng's family learned that the Shi family had moved in, they immediately came over to help, assisting them with the unpacking all afternoon. By dinner time, things were basically settled.

"Elder Qian is truly thoughtful." Upon moving in, Shi Fen discovered that the place had been thoroughly prepared, completely ready for them to "move in with just their bags." The kitchen cabinets and the refrigerator were stocked with all sorts of brand-new items, perfectly aligned with their habits.

Extremely thoughtful.

The next day, after speaking with his family, Shi Fen dialed the number.

"Hello, this is Shi Fen. Elder Qian told me to call this number once I had handled my affairs."

A gentle female voice came through the receiver. "Understood, Mr. Shi Fen. The fighter jet to pick you up will arrive shortly."

"A fighter jet?" Shi Fen asked, stunned.

"Yes, it is expected to arrive at your residential district within 10 minutes," the voice replied, still gentle and soft.

"Alright, thank you." Shi Fen responded politely.

"You're welcome, Mr. Shi Fen. Goodbye, and I wish you a smooth journey."

Shi Fen ended the call, grabbed his prepared backpack, went downstairs, and headed straight for the residential district's helipad to wait.

Before long, a black triangular fighter jet slowly descended onto the landing pad.

The hatch opened, and a soldier with a sturdy build and a lean face, dressed in combat gear, jogged over to Shi Fen.

"Mr. Shi Fen, welcome. Please board the aircraft; we are departing immediately."

"Alright." Shi Fen agreed and followed him into the cabin.

The cabin was empty, with no one else inside besides the two of them. There were two rows of seats along the sides, and a large open space in the middle, with various tracks and hooks embedded in the metal floor.

Shi Fen followed the soldier's lead, mimicking his actions to fasten his seatbelt.

No sooner had Shi Fen buckled up than he felt a vibration; the aircraft had taken off. Following a rather intense acceleration, the jet's speed instantly exceeded the speed of sound, and even after reaching supersonic speeds, it continued to climb.

Shi Fen curiously looked around; the takeoff hadn't affected him in the slightest. He turned to the soldier sitting rigidly beside him and asked, "Where are we going?"

"Hongning Base City," the soldier replied, his expression serious.

"How long will it take?" Shi Fen asked again.

"Approximately thirty-four minutes." The soldier remained concise, as if speaking an extra word would be a desecration of his profession.

In his past life, Shi Fen had often dealt with military personnel, so he didn't find this strange at all. Soldiers with a strong sense of duty were generally like this.

Shi Fen looked through the glass beside him, watching the scenery outside to pass the time. It was his first time seeing the world from such a high altitude, and he found it fascinating, losing all sense of time.

"Are we there?" The aircraft began to descend, and the land gradually magnified in his field of vision. Shi Fen knew they must have arrived.

After the aircraft landed, Shi Fen took an armored vehicle and finally reached his destination.

"Good lad, I didn't expect you to come today." Elder Qian had been waiting for a long time; seeing Shi Fen step out of the vehicle, he immediately walked over with a smile.

"Master, why did I end up at the headquarters of the Extreme Martial Arts Hall?" Shi Fen asked, puzzled.

"Heh heh, that's where you're wrong. If I forge here, I wouldn't run even if the King of Heaven himself came knocking," Elder Qian chuckled.

"Uh, I suppose that's true," Shi Fen said, stunned.

"Come, let me show you my Forging Room." After saying this, Elder Qian led the way without looking back.

Shi Fen had roughly grasped his master's personality, so he followed behind him, heading deep underground.

"How about it? My secret forging room isn't too bad, is it?" Elder Qian said with pride.

Shi Fen estimated that the forging room was about 20 meters underground. It was massive, worthy of being called a giant underground palace.

"Incredible!"

Shi Fen praised him sincerely; this was far superior to the forging room they had.

Elder Qian smiled smugly, reached into his pocket, and pulled out three palm-sized glass bottles filled with a dark, mysterious liquid. He shoved all three bottles into Shi Fen's hands at once.

"Forget about forging for the next few days. Your current strength is too weak. This is my entire collection of medicinal wine. Drink one every other day. Once you finish these three bottles, your strength should be just enough to handle high-level forging.

This is good stuff I got from the Extreme Martial Arts Hall, so don't you dare waste it.

By the way, do you know the ranking system for martial artists?"

Shi Fen nodded gently and said respectfully, "Last time, thanks to Luo Feng, I learned about the rankings from Jiang Nian at the Extreme Martial Arts Hall. Martial artists are divided into Fighter Level, War General Level, and War God Level, with each of those split into low, medium, and high tiers. There is also the level beyond War God, though I don't know the specifics of that."

"Hmm, not bad. Now, do you know what my medicinal wine is made of?" Elder Qian gestured for Shi Fen to sit down, a mysterious smile playing on his face as he looked at him.

Shi Fen sat down immediately. He was a master of disguise and knew exactly how valuable this wine was; it was almost certainly brewed with Spirit of Vegetation. He was deeply moved inside, but on the surface, he shook his head with a blank expression.

"I don't know."

Elder Qian rubbed his hands together triumphantly, thinking to himself that there was finally something Shi Fen didn't know.

"This medicinal wine is the ultimate essence extracted from top-quality aged liquor infused with Spirit of Vegetation, which nourishes the body. It can greatly nourish the blood and qi, and improve one's constitution.

When used by the weak, it increases physical fitness and directly boosts strength. For someone like me, it compensates for the physical toll after forging. You're young, so you don't feel the fatigue yet, but forging top-tier weapons takes a long time and can drain a person's energy completely.

I saved these three bottles by pinching pennies; I only get one bottle a year."

Elder Qian stared at the glass bottles in Shi Fen's hands. Even though he hid it well, Shi Fen could still see the heartache in the depths of his eyes.

Shi Fen feigned shock. "This wine is that powerful? And what exactly is Spirit of Vegetation?"

The heartache in Elder Qian's eyes deepened. He tried his best to keep his tone calm as he explained, "You can think of it as a 'heavenly treasure' born from plants absorbing the special energy of the universe, containing the essence of heaven and earth. It is an extremely rare treasure."

"There are such mythical things?" Shi Fen continued to act surprised.

"People can fly and burrow through the earth now; it's only natural that such things exist." Elder Qian stopped looking at the bottles, his gaze turning calm and ripple-free as his mood settled.

"If you drink this divine medicine often, wouldn't your strength be..." Shi Fen thought of this question and immediately asked.

"Barely a high-level War God, I suppose. I'm getting old, and I can't improve anymore." Elder Qian stroked his chin, his eyes turning playful as he looked at Shi Fen.

"Hiss." Shi Fen took a deep breath; this time, he was truly shocked.

He hadn't expected this!

My master is actually this strong? Does that mean I suddenly have a War God master? Shi Fen thought, feeling secretly proud.

Although Shi Fen possessed even stronger legacies and his teacher Yi was ridiculously powerful, those felt "distant." Nothing compared to a real, living master.

Moreover, this was the mysterious "Master Qian Wu."

The significance was different!

"Master, you are truly strong." Shi Fen's eyes seemed to sparkle.

He was in awe. The "Master Qian Wu" of his past life could be described as "lacking the strength to truss a chicken," while this "Master Qian Wu" was a high-level War God powerhouse.

The contrast was incredible!

Elder Qian waved his hand dismissively, a hint of pride in his eyes. "It's all strength piled up by treasures; not worth mentioning."

"It's still strong! I'm definitely clinging to your leg for support," Shi Fen laughed proudly.

Elder Qian was amused by Shi Fen's words.

He was even more satisfied with Shi Fen now.

He wasn't pretentious, fake, or eccentric; no one could dislike such a forging genius.

Elder Qian arranged, "Alright, don't do anything else this morning. There are many rest rooms in this forging area; pick one that hasn't been used and stay here for the time being.

In a while, drink a little bit of the medicinal wine to bring your physical fitness up to the quasi-martial artist threshold. I'll have someone send you various manuals later. Try to see if you can master the 'Five Hearts Towards Heaven' in a short time. It's a method for cultivating Genetic Origin Energy, the way martial artists improve their strength.

It's better to cultivate and improve while your body is still weak.

Once you've drunk too much medicinal wine, your body will have excess nutrients, and the effect will be much worse."

Shi Fen listened quietly to Elder Qian's arrangements. When he finished, Shi Fen hesitated for a moment and probed, "Um..."

"If you have something to say, say it. Don't be wishy-washy," Elder Qian said sternly.

Shi Fen gathered his courage. "Actually, I am a Spiritual Force master."

With that, Shi Fen unleashed his Spiritual Force, controlling the surrounding objects and causing them all to hover in the air.

In Shi Fen's heart, he knew his master must have investigated his background before finding him. He had been treated with sincerity from the start and given many things. While there was an element of "building a relationship," these were tangible treasures.

Furthermore, the "Master Qian Wu" from both lives was gradually "merging" in Shi Fen's eyes. Although they had spent very little time together, Shi Fen used his keen sixth sense to find a familiar feeling.

This feeling, experienced after life and death, was even easier to touch the heart.

Therefore, Shi Fen decided to be equally sincere and share some information.