NOVPUBMeng Tianhe, the ceiling of strength in the Second World, was a myth of the entire Second World before the Martial God of Huaxia had broken through to the Heavenly Origin Boundary. There were no more than three people in the whole world who could rival him.
Even now, excluding the Martial God, he wouldn't lose to anyone, yet today he actually admitted in front of a young man that none in Longxia were his match? Could he be a monster?
"Captain Meng doesn't need to be like this, it could make your people lose confidence. What I have is all thanks to my parents, there's nothing worth boasting about," Zhang Menglong said.
Meng Tianhe gave a bitter smile. If he could, he too would want such parents.
"Captain Meng, not to criticize you, but your progress isn't fast enough," said Zhang Menglong. "The last time I was at the Supernaturals Alliance headquarters, I heard that their General Instructors and Deputy General Instructors have all begun preparing for their breakthroughs. If you don't make a move soon, it might become difficult for Longxia in the future."
"Oh, right, when I was there last time, I also discovered a Psychic who could be compared to a Level Two Heavenly Originator, which means they already have the ability to cultivate Psychics of that level of strength. You need to be vigilant," Zhang Menglong added in an old-fashioned tone.
"The sinking of the Supernaturals Alliance base, was that Mr. Zhang's doing?"
"What? He did that?"
"My god, how did he manage to do that?"
"The Supernaturals Alliance base probably had hundreds of god-level Psychics, right? Was it really him?"
Upon hearing this remark, the attitude of the people of Longxia toward Zhang Menglong changed instantly. Longxia worships strength, the powerful, and the nation!
"Not entirely," Zhang Menglong shook his head. "But it indeed had something to do with me. It's their own fault for not being careful."
"Mr. Zhang's deeds have dealt a heavy blow to the entire Supernaturals Alliance. Before those General Instructors return, they won't be able to cause any more trouble," Meng Tianhe nodded slightly towards Zhang Menglong. Although on the surface things were peaceful, there had always been friction between the two organizations.
But recently, the Supernaturals Alliance has been as meek as a grandson, reportedly losing at least two-thirds of their god-level Psychics, and several Level Eight and Level Nine members died unexpectedly. This was all thanks to Zhang Menglong's efforts.
"It was just something I did along the way," said Zhang Menglong casually. "Let's talk about Academician Qian's issue now."
"Mr. Zhang just said that we really can't handle it, what does that mean?"
"First of all, the illness that afflicts Old Master Qian is not a normal sickness, which I think everyone here already knows," Zhang Menglong explained.
The crowd nodded in agreement.
"Qian Sijia, is there any kind of amulet on your grandfather, like one blessed by a high-ranking monk, or something similar?"
"How did you know?" Qian Sijia asked in surprise. "My grandfather is a Buddhist believer. When he was younger, he even took a master at Putuo Mountain in the East Sea as his teacher. A few years ago, when my grandfather's master passed away, someone brought an amulet over, which was a relic of that great master. In the master's will, he left the amulet to my grandfather."
"Then there's no mistake," said Zhang Menglong. "The old gentleman must have been targeted by some unclean entity."
This statement instantly sent a chill through the crowd.
Many people present were party members, staunch atheists. This talk of ghosts and monsters was challenging their beliefs, wasn't it?
"You needn't look at me with such skepticism," Zhang Menglong said. "These entities truly do exist objectively. I've said this at the previous press conference as well—souls are a form of energy that pervades existence, only their frequency is beyond human perception and very hard to detect even with instruments."
"Do these things really exist in this world?" The people still seemed doubtful.
"I've read a lot, I won't deceive you," Zhang Menglong confidently replied, "But there's one thing, these energy entities generally do not have consciousness and do not actively attack humans, and ordinary energy entities are not powerful enough to influence humans to any significant degree."
"Are you suggesting that this is man-made?" Qian Sijia instantly pinpointed the crux of the issue.
"Pretty much," Zhang Menglong said, "Has the old man offended anyone lately? Especially the kind that look like charlatans and are quite old?"
"My grandfather has always been very humble and kind, treating his students well," Qian Sijia said, "Also, apart from his research work, he isn't interested in anything else and shouldn't have offended anyone."
"Then his existence must have affected someone's interests!"
"That's very possible!" The son of Academician Qian came out and said, "After the New Year, my father is going to attend an academic seminar. In this seminar, he has prepared a proposal aimed at stopping Kaibong from dumping and polluting waste fluids into the ocean!"
"Although Kaibong has found a way to treat the wastewater and has clinically proven that marine life won't be affected, my father's research has uncovered that the radioactive substances can still cause genetic radiation in a portion of the species."
"Is this information confidential?"
Qian Sijia shook her head, "No, it isn't because my grandfather had once initiated a joint signature campaign; however, among those who oppose the change in the law, only my grandfather has the authority, so he is to stand as the representative to expose their actions."
"Then there's no doubt," Zhang Menglong nodded, "I think there would be many people who wouldn't want the old man showing up at that seminar. As long as he's bedridden or even worse, there won't be any influential people to publicly oppose their actions anymore."
"But how did they manage it? They shouldn't have had the chance to be in contact with Academician Qian." Meng Tianhe said.
"Those devious tricks sometimes really need to be guarded against; they only need a little something from the person, be it hair or something else, to carry out such tactics," Zhang Menglong speculated, "Though their people can't come in, it's quite easy to get a hair or two from the old man through someone close to him."
"Bastards!" Meng Tianhe clenched his fists, "Is there still a way to save the old man? Shall I take people and slaughter those Dark Ninjas?"
"Hey, hey, stop thinking about fighting and killing all the time. Even if you slay them, if the energy entity isn't eliminated, there's no way to cure Academician Qian."
"Are we supposed to find some monks or Taoists?" Meng Tianhe said, but even he felt that this approach was somewhat absurd.
"Forget it, even those monks and Taoists with a bit of real skill can only deal with low-level energy entities. Against this level of entity, they wouldn't even know how they died," Zhang Menglong said, "It must be Academician Qian's amulet at work, resisting part of the invading force, which is why he has held on until now."
"So what do we do? Are we just going to watch Qian old man be tormented like this?"
"What do you mean, what do we do? Do you think I'm just sitting around doing nothing?" Zhang Menglong replied discontentedly.
"Aren't you only skilled in medicine? Can you even perform exorcisms?"
"Using Holy Scripture and Holy Water like the Westerners, pouring it on Academician Qian?"
"Or are you going to use some dog blood talisman to help the old man with exorcism?"
The people around immediately began to speculate.
"Sorry, but I can't do any of those!"
"Then you..."
"All those methods are about fighting magic with magic. I'm a more direct and brute force kind of guy," Zhang Menglong cracked his knuckles loudly, "Have you ever heard the saying 'money talks'?"
