Grandmaster Flying Blade

Xu Feng's expression turned slightly grave. "Foreign martial artists? Why? What is there in the Wumeng Mountain Region worth their attention?"

Lu Fei shook her head while eating. "Aside from the mineral deposits, I'm not sure what those people are after, but it never hurts to be careful."

This woman had been visiting quite frequently lately. Xu Feng watched her massive appetite and felt a twinge of heartache.

"By the way, how did the clearing squad fare? Was the mission completed? What were the losses?"

Xu Feng shifted the topic.

Lu Fei didn't even look up as she replied, "The losses were neither small nor large. The squad ran into an ambush. A lot of martial servants died, but the martial artists didn't suffer much. You were right not to go."

Xu Feng sighed; he had expected as much.

However, he still had an important matter to ask Lu Fei about. "Right, do you still have any of that Blood Qi Potion from last time? If you do, I'd like to buy some."

"I have it, but I'm not selling," Lu Fei shook her head.

"Why?" Xu Feng was slightly taken aback.

"Because the base is short on it, too," Lu Fei said, implying something more.

Xu Feng felt a chill in his heart. "Are they preparing for war? Against those people from the Eagle Alliance?"

"Just making early preparations. A full-scale war certainly won't happen, but conflicts are inevitable. However, with the Earth Martial Artist Alliance keeping a lid on things from above, it won't escalate too much."

Lu Fei didn't hold back and revealed a few details.

Xu Feng felt heavy-hearted upon hearing this.

The danger had never truly gone away.

Compared to alien races and mutated creatures, he was actually more worried about humanity itself.

Finally, Xu Feng offered Lu Fei a glass of water. "By the way, do you know anyone in the base's maintenance department? I have some skills in Communicator Repair. Could you introduce me? The pay for a porter is too low; even with a quasi-martial artist certification, it's still not enough."

Lu Fei glanced at him. "You've certainly grown bolder. Since when did you dare to ask me for things like this?"

"It's just the pressure of life," Xu Feng replied with a smile, not offended in the slightest.

Lu Fei let out a scoff. "Heh, fine. I'll ask for you. As long as you're willing to improve, it's always a good thing for Xiao Dan."

"I truly appreciate it!" Xu Feng cupped his hands sincerely.

"I'm not making any promises," Lu Fei waved her hand.

The next day.

"Brother Xu, you've got some serious connections. People who get into our maintenance department are either graduates from top-tier universities or have extensive work experience."

"You're too kind, brother. I just applied; the base is short-handed lately, which is how I managed to slip through the cracks. It's embarrassing, really."

Inside the base's maintenance department workshop.

The room, nearly a hundred square meters, was lined with nine workstations.

Behind each bench sat a technician in blue overalls.

Xu Feng stood at the door, chatting and smiling with a fifty-year-old man in work clothes.

Hearing Xu Feng's composed response, the manager smiled slightly. "The work in our department isn't difficult. It's mostly repairing communicators damaged in combat. We mainly handle the Weihua 6-series and the Dami 66-series. Of course, some frontline troops also send in 9-series communicators. Have you worked on those before?"

Xu Feng said in surprise, "Oh? That's quite a coincidence. I specialized in the 9-series."

The middle-aged man smiled faintly. "Heh, you seem very confident, little brother. But when it comes to technical skills, empty talk won't get us anywhere."

"Then let's put it to the test," Xu Feng said with a smile.

"Good, come this way."

An hour later.

"Phew!"

Walking out of the maintenance department, Xu Feng felt as if the sky had turned a brighter shade of blue.

The air was fresh, and his mood was light.

He had passed the interview and would start tomorrow.

Eight hours a day, weekends off, and a monthly housing subsidy of 2,000.

After deductions for insurance and housing funds, his monthly salary would be 25,000.

He suddenly felt his eyes welling up with tears.

"Damn it, I'm still just a corporate slave, and yet here I am, getting emotional."

Evening.

Inside Xu Feng's home.

"What? A home invasion resulted in a death?"

A group of people were gathered together, their expressions grave.

In addition to Xu Feng, Huang Sen, Wang Long, and Liu Yu, three more people had joined this gathering.

They were all new neighbors living in the vicinity.

Because of the previous Level 3 war alert, many people had moved out of the residential districts.

Now, every household living in the surrounding area had a tunnel.

Liu Yu sighed with emotion, "It's truly an eventful autumn. The crisis with the alien races has barely eased, and those foreign devils have brought us trouble again."

Wang Long let out a sigh, "Because of the requirements for close communication and mutual aid between the various bases, Sky Moon Martial University cannot refuse the coming and going of Eagle Alliance martial artists. But what follows is sabotage by some lawless elements. Many of those in the Eagle Alliance have extremely low moral standards and use ruthless methods."

"Can't the university's patrol team do anything about it?" Liu Yu asked, puzzled.

The elderly man named Zhao Qian frowned and said, "They can't keep up. After all, the shantytown is too large. There are nearly a thousand people living here, and the patrol team only has ten members. How could they possibly manage?"

"Uncle Zhao, you're at such an advanced age, why haven't you retired yet?" Fatty Wang Long suddenly asked out of curiosity.

Uncle Zhao Qian shook his head, "Alas, my youngest son still needs to buy a house, a car, and pay for cultivation. The family is short on money."

Hearing this, Huang Sen interrupted their small talk, "Every family is the same; we can talk about that later. Let's discuss my idea first. If we want to completely put an end to the disturbances caused by those foreign devils, I'd say it's like an old woman doing the splits—highly difficult. If we want to call for help and wait for the patrol team to arrive when something happens, that's like Pan Jinlian's bed—wishful thinking."

As soon as Huang Sen's snarky remark came out, Xiao Dan, who was standing nearby, couldn't help but chuckle.

"Therefore, I suggest that everyone equip their homes with an Internet Alarm so we can keep watch for one another. If any household encounters trouble, we can all provide support. We should also install some surveillance devices near the street corners, connect them to the network, and light up our little area."

Hearing this, Wang Long was the first to nod, "It's just a matter of spending a little money; I agree."

"I agree as well." Xu Feng naturally had no reason to refuse.

"I... I agree too." Liu Yu hesitated for a moment before nodding, "But I'm currently sharing a rental with a colleague, so I'll have to ask for her opinion."

"Then you can ask her first." Huang Sen looked at the other three.

The three others, including Uncle Zhao, had no objections, so the matter was temporarily settled.

Because Xu Feng was the only "tech talent" among them, everyone unanimously agreed to leave the task to him.

The expenses would be split equally among everyone when the time came.

Xu Feng naturally did not refuse.

Following that.

After being busy for two days, plus dealing with a series of matters regarding his new job, by the time Xu Feng finally finished setting up the surveillance and had time to cultivate, his Flying Blade technique was the first to break through its realm, reaching a new level.

[Secret Blade Art · Grandmaster (3/10000)]

Swish!

Bang!

Accompanied by a flash of cold light in Xu Feng's hand.

The target made of synthetic material instantly exploded, shattering into several pieces.

As for that ordinary alloy practice Flying Blade, it had vanished entirely.

It was unclear whether it had shattered or flown off into the woods in the distance.

Xu Feng nodded slightly. This power was definitely on par with firearms, and he even felt it was more exaggerated than a gun.

As for exactly how strong it was, he no longer had a frame of reference.

But he knew.

Once this blade was thrown, it would be either you die or I live!