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However, aside from the increase in his Qi and Blood value, the Psychic Secret Art he had just learned was close to breaking through to the next level.

Xu Feng had no idea what that meant, but the thought of the mysterious Psychic Master filled him with excitement and anticipation.

After catching his breath, Xu Feng wiped his face and headed back.

When he reached the front gate, he noticed that two of the nearby shacks had their lights on.

"Have people moved back in?"

He glanced toward the two shacks. Xu Feng remembered clearly: one belonged to Fatty, and the other to a different poor guy.

After thinking it over, Xu Feng decided he ought to go say hello to his neighbors.

So he headed over to Fatty's place.

"Knock, knock—"

But Xu Feng had barely knocked twice when the door opened.

A chubby young man struggling to carry something that looked like a pressure cooker poked his head out from behind it and looked at Xu Feng. "Brother Xu! You're still alive!"

Xu Feng: "..."

Well, that was a first.

Who greeted someone like that? Did he have any manners?

Apparently realizing he'd said the wrong thing, Fatty hurriedly tried to bend down and set the thing down.

Then he suddenly felt the weight lift from his hands. Xu Feng had easily taken the "pot," which weighed well over a hundred pounds. "What made you move back?"

"Haha, the residential area is so expensive, and a lot of people died last night. It's not like it's any safer there, so I wasn't going to waste my money.

Besides, things should settle down for at least three months after this attack, so of course I moved back. Put it over there, Brother Xu."

As he spoke, Fatty led Xu Feng to a pile of miscellaneous items in his backyard.

After directing Xu Feng to set the thing down, Fatty stared at him in amazement. "Whoa, it's only been a few days! How'd you get so much younger?!"

Xu Feng laughed. "You're quite the sweet talker. With a mouth like that, how come you haven't found yourself a partner?"

Fatty rolled his eyes with a pained expression. "Brother Xu, you never used to tease people like that."

Xu Feng felt a flicker of alarm, but didn't let it show. "Don't judge me by who I used to be. I'm a whole new person now."

After chatting for a bit, the two of them carried some chairs to the doorway and sat down to talk. "It's nice to have an old neighbor who cares about me. I just moved back, and you're already here to see me.

Unlike those idiots in the residential area, acting so high and mighty, like they were martial artists or something. A whole bunch of them still died."

"What exactly happened? Liu Yu said the same thing."

Xu Feng asked curiously.

"Liu Yu? Didn't she go with her sister? That's great—she managed to avoid the disaster."

Fatty sighed.

"No one could've expected the Alien Race to send a Lord Grade Golden Winged Birdman to attack us.

And before that Birdman made its move, they sent in a Lord Grade Mutated Iron Jade Eagle to use up the Laser Cannon's charge.

The Laser Cannon at Sky Moon Martial University takes thirty minutes to recharge.

So without it, a Lord Grade member of the Alien Race is invincible. But who would've thought the enemy would be so unlucky?

Who knows where Sky Moon Martial University got the God of War who was stationed there, but he happened to hold it off.

Even so, before that happened, a High-Rank Beast General Shadow Hunter Wolf charged into the base's residential area and killed a lot of martial artists and their families.

If Qingbei Martial University hadn't later sent three martial artist squads to reinforce us, we'd have suffered even more losses."

"Whoa." Xu Feng let out a long breath, feeling just as shaken.

People always said the residential area was safe. Everyone had spent several times more to move there, only for it to become the heart of the battlefield.

Sometimes, fate really was unpredictable.

"So how did you survive, Brother Xu?"

Fatty asked.

Xu Feng briefly explained how he'd dug a tunnel. Fatty was astonished. "You really dug a tunnel?!

I'd heard people say someone had dug one, and I laughed at them for being idiots. Man, I'm never laughing at anyone again."

Xu Feng: "..."

Was this kid insulting him, directly or indirectly?

He sure knew how to talk.

After sitting for a while, Fatty sighed. "Ah, it feels like the Dimension Realm's been getting more chaotic lately. Clashes are breaking out everywhere, and those members of the Alien Race are getting more and more restless.

But I heard Qingbei Martial University and Sky Moon Martial University are going to work closely together from now on. The two sides are planning to jointly mine the minerals in this area.

They'll probably establish a stable transport route and air route between the two regions, and maybe even an air route straight to the entrance to the Dimension Realm.

Maybe then we can go straight back to Earth.

I've been away from home so long, I really want to go see my parents. Brother Xu, what do you think people are alive for?"

He didn't hear another word of Fatty's rambling.

Only four words kept echoing in Xu Feng's mind: "Go back to Earth."

Before leaving, Xu Feng went to visit his new neighbor as well.

After exchanging greetings, he learned that the man had come with a martial artist squad from Qingbei Martial University.

He was thirty years old, named Huang Sen, and worked as a cook. He seemed quite cheerful.

After a brief chat, Xu Feng went home.

Once he got back, Xu Feng took a shower, checked the surveillance feed, and lay down on his bed.

He was going to continue practicing the Mind Movement Secret Art.

He hoped that between tonight and tomorrow, he could advance the Mind Movement Art to the next level.

He wondered what would change.

Early the next morning.

Xu Feng got up early and practiced for a while before starting to repair communicators.

He took the three he'd repaired to the Trading Zone to sell.

After all the expenses he'd had over the past few days, he was genuinely broke.

However, when he felt the six C-Grade Alloy Flying Blades tucked into his belt, he felt a little more at ease.

He couldn't use those six blades unless it was absolutely necessary.

So he kept them on the far right side of his waist.

Starting from the left, he kept only ordinary alloy flying blades.

That way, he wouldn't grab the wrong ones when using them.

Even if he was out of money, as long as he was alive, there was still hope.

Now, if he ran into a pack of beasts again, he had a decent chance of surviving.

Xu Feng had already devised a whole combat strategy for himself.

If he ran into an enemy, he'd run if he could, then suddenly turn and throw a flying blade when it gave chase.

He'd use an ordinary blade first. First, to save money; second, to test the enemy; third, to let the enemy's guard down.

If the enemy couldn't even block the first blade, then there was no need to waste a C-Grade Flying Blade.

If it could block the first one, it would surely underestimate him.

That would give him a chance to seriously wound it with the second blade.

Of course, he wouldn't consider fighting at close range until he'd used up all his flying blades.

That was a desperate measure. He absolutely couldn't put himself in danger lightly.

The Trading Zone.

Thanks to his good reputation from last time, Xu Feng's communicators sold like hotcakes.

After all, quite a few people had communicators that were damaged to some degree in the recent battle.

Many people weren't just there to buy repaired ones; quite a few wanted theirs fixed on the spot, too.

In just one morning, Xu Feng earned a full six thousand yuan.

He also booked four communicator repairs.

After going home to eat, Xu Feng took a short nap, then returned to the Trading Zone to set up his stall again.

Once he'd finished the work at hand, Xu Feng noticed that the Trading Zone was gradually returning to "normal."

It wasn't packed shoulder to shoulder like it had been yesterday.

The unease on people's faces had also begun to fade.

As luck would have it,

just as he was about to stand up and call out to the crowd, he spotted a familiar face among them.

"Sister Liu! Over here! It's me!"

Xu Feng called out with a smile.

A weary-looking woman around forty, wearing a shirt, glanced at Xu Feng. Surprise crossed her face. "Old Xu? What are you doing here with a stall?"

"Well, I had some free time, so I picked up a little side job. I've been on leave lately and didn't have anything to do.

By the way, where's Lao Bai? Why isn't he here? He shouldn't have started work yet today, right?"

Xu Feng asked curiously.

That was right. This woman was Bai He's wife, Liu Mengyao, and she worked in the Martial University's Logistics Department.

"Lao Bai..." A sorrowful look suddenly came over her face. "Lao Bai is gone."

"Where did he go?"

At first, Xu Feng didn't understand what she meant.

But when he saw the tears sliding down her face, he froze.

Xu Feng stared at her in disbelief. "Did something happen to Lao Bai?"