Bad News

Beyond the increase in his blood-energy value, the new mental secret technique he had learned was on the verge of breaking through to the next realm.

Xu Feng did not know what this signified, but the mere thought of that mysterious psychokinetic master filled him with excitement and anticipation.

Taking a breath, Xu Feng wiped his face and headed back.

Just as he reached the main entrance, he noticed that two lights had been switched on in the surrounding shacks.

Someone moved back in?

Glancing toward the direction of those two rooms, Xu Feng remembered clearly.

One room belonged to Fatty, and the other to another destitute man.

After a moment of thought, Xu Feng decided it was necessary to greet his neighbors.

He walked toward Fatty's place.

"Knock, knock—"

However, just as Xu Feng tapped on the door twice, it swung open.

A chubby boy carrying something that looked like a pressure cooker struggled to poke his head out from behind the "pot" to look at him: "Brother Xu! You're still alive!!"

Xu Feng: "."

Well, that was a first.

Is that any way to greet someone? Where are your manners?

Seeming to realize he had said the wrong thing, Fatty hurriedly wobbled as he prepared to bend down and set the item aside.

Suddenly, he felt his hands lighten as he watched Xu Feng effortlessly take the "pot," which weighed over a hundred pounds: "Why did you move back?"

"Haha, the living quarters are so expensive, and so many people died last night that it's not necessarily safer there, so I decided not to waste my money.

Besides, after this attack, things should be stable for at least three months, so naturally, I moved back. Just put it there, Brother Xu."

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

After directing Xu Feng to set the item down, Fatty exclaimed in surprise: "Whoa, it's only been a few days, how did you get so much younger?!"

Xu Feng laughed: "Your mouth is so sweet, yet you still haven't found a girlfriend?"

Fatty immediately rolled his eyes with a bitter expression: "Brother Xu, you never used to roast people like that."

Xu Feng felt a jolt in his heart, but he replied nonchalantly: "Don't look at people through the lens of the past; I am a brand-new me."

Fatty and Xu Feng chatted for a bit, then pulled chairs to the doorway to continue their conversation: "It's good to have an old neighbor who cares; you came to see me as soon as I moved back.

Unlike those idiots in the living quarters, acting all arrogant as if they were martial artists, yet a whole bunch of them still died."

"What exactly happened? I heard Liu Yu say the same thing."

Xu Feng asked curiously.

"Liu Yu? Didn't Liu Yu follow her sister? That's great, she dodged a bullet," Fatty sighed.

"No one could have predicted this attack; the alien race actually sent a Lord-level Golden Winged Birdman to strike.

And before this birdman attacked, they used a Lord-level Mutated Iron Jade Eagle to drain the charge of the Laser Cannon.

Our Sky Moon Martial University's Laser Cannon takes thirty minutes to recharge.

Therefore, once the cannon was out of commission, that Lord-level alien was invincible. But as it turned out, the alien had bad luck.

I don't know where Sky Moon Martial University found a War God to oversee the base, but they happened to pin it down.

But before that, a high-level Beast General-level Shadow Hunter Wolf had already charged into the base's living quarters, killing many martial artists and their families.

If Qingbei Martial University hadn't sent three squads of martial artists to support us later, the losses would have been even greater."

"Phew." Xu Feng let out a long breath, feeling a similar sense of lament.

People always said the living quarters were safe, paying several times the price to move there, only for it to become the heart of the battlefield.

Sometimes, fate is truly fickle.

"So, Brother Xu, how did you survive?"

Fatty asked.

Xu Feng briefly explained how he had dug a tunnel, and Fatty was immediately amazed: "You actually dug a tunnel?!

I'd heard people talk about digging tunnels before, and I even laughed at them for being idiots. Sigh, I'll never laugh again."

Xu Feng: "."

He wondered if this kid was insulting him, either directly or indirectly.

He really knew how to talk.

After sitting for a while, Fatty sighed: "Sigh, it feels like the Dimension Realm is getting more chaotic lately. Conflicts are breaking out everywhere, and those alien races are becoming increasingly restless.

But I heard that Qingbei Martial University and Sky Moon Martial University are going to cooperate closely, and both sides are planning to jointly mine the minerals in this area."

It was estimated that a stable transport route and shipping lane between the two districts would soon be opened, and perhaps even a direct route to the entrance of the Dimension Realm.

At that point, it might finally be possible to return to Earth.

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

Xu Feng didn't hear a single word of Fatty's subsequent rambling.

The four words "return to Earth" echoed repeatedly in Xu Feng's mind.

Before leaving, Xu Feng paid a visit to his new neighbor.

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

He was thirty years old, named Huang Sen, and worked as a cook; his personality seemed very cheerful.

After a brief chat, Xu Feng returned home.

Back home, Xu Feng took a shower, turned on the surveillance monitors, and lay down on his bed.

He needed to continue practicing the Mind Movement Art secret technique.

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

He wondered what kind of changes it would bring.

Early the next morning.

Xu Feng got up early to practice for a while before starting to repair the communicators.

He then took the three repaired communicators to the trading zone to sell them.

After the expenses of the past few days, he was truly out of money.

However, feeling the six C-Grade Alloy Flying Blades tucked at his waist, Xu Feng felt a slight sense of relief.

These six flying blades could not be used unless it was an absolute last resort.

Therefore, Xu Feng placed them on the far right side of his waist.

Everything starting from the left side consisted of ordinary alloy flying blades.

This way, he wouldn't grab the wrong ones when he needed them.

Although his money was gone, as long as he was alive, there was hope.

Now, even if he encountered a beast herd, he had a decent survival rate.

Xu Feng had already designed an attack system for himself.

If he encountered an enemy, he would run if he could, then suddenly turn back and throw a flying blade while they were in hot pursuit.

The first blade would be an ordinary one; firstly, to save resources, secondly, to test the waters, and thirdly, to lull the enemy into a false sense of security.

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

If they could block the first blade, they would inevitably underestimate him.

In that case, the second blade would provide an opportunity to inflict heavy damage on the enemy.

Of course, he would only consider close-quarters combat once all his flying blades were exhausted.

That was a desperate measure; he must never easily place himself in danger.

Trading zone.

Thanks to his previous reputation, Xu Feng's communicators were selling like hotcakes.

After all, many people's communicators had developed issues of varying degrees during the recent battle.

Many people weren't just there to buy ready-made ones; there were also quite a few requesting on-the-spot repairs.

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

At the same time, he took on four more communicator repair jobs.

After returning home to eat, Xu Feng took a short nap before heading back to the trading zone to set up his stall.

Once he finished the work at hand, Xu Feng noticed that the trading zone had gradually returned to its usual "ordinary" state.

It was no longer as crowded as it had been yesterday.

The unease on people's faces had also receded slightly.

Coincidentally.

Just as he was about to stand up and call out to customers, he caught sight of an acquaintance in the crowd.

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

Xu Feng immediately greeted her with a smile.

A haggard woman of about forty, dressed in a shirt, glanced at Xu Feng, a look of surprise appearing on her face: "Old Xu? Why are you setting up a stall here?"

"Hey, I'm just doing some part-time work since I'm free. I've taken leave to stay home lately, so I've got nothing to do. By the way, where's Old Bai? Why don't I see him? Work shouldn't have started yet today, right?"

Xu Feng asked curiously.

That's right, this woman was none other than Bai He's wife, Liu Mengyao, who worked in the logistics department at the Martial Arts University.

"Old Bai, he..." A look of sorrow suddenly crossed the woman's face. "Old Bai, he's gone."

"Where did he go?"

Xu Feng didn't react at first.

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

"Something happened to Old Bai?" Xu Feng asked, unable to believe it.