Chapter 40: An Audience with Hong, the Prehistoric-Class Fighter Jet

When Luo Feng walked out of the HR Alliance underground shopping mall, his bank account had increased by 75.6 billion Chinese Yuan.

The sale of several hundred beast-general level monster materials had brought in over 30 billion, while the materials from twelve low- and mid-level lord-level monsters had fetched around 40 billion. Only the HR Alliance, the most financially powerful organization in the world today, could have gathered over 70 billion in a single transaction.

Recalling the high valuation given by Manager Xu Ping—who had subtly hinted at her ties to the Xu family and maintained an exceptionally friendly attitude—Luo Feng couldn't help but shake his head with a faint smile. "It seems the Xu family is aware."

Under normal circumstances, these materials would have sold for around 60 billion. The extra 10 billion was undoubtedly the Xu family’s way of bowing and extending an olive branch. This eased the lingering irritation Luo Feng had felt, and he actually developed a slight favorable impression of the family. His biggest concern had been that some fool in the upper echelons of the Xu family would fail to read the situation, continue to provoke him, and ultimately strain his relationship with Xu Xin.

"The Xu family matter is resolved now. I’ll spend the next two days at home resting and keeping my family and Xu Xin company, and then I can fully dedicate my energy to training," Luo Feng thought.

His current physical foundation was only about 10,000 kilograms of force away from the threshold of a mid-level Warlord. Given his current progress, two days would be enough. "Once I step into the mid-level Warlord realm, I will go find Hong."

In truth, Luo Feng wasn't in a rush to meet Hong. His strength was already increasing rapidly—his basic physical fitness grew by several thousand kilograms of force daily, and the "Giant Elephant" technique added over 10,000 kilograms of refinement progress every day. If he were to settle down for a month or so, he wouldn't even fear the planetary-level council members. He would have more confidence when facing Hong then. Although Hong protected the Earth and possessed immense power, and was unlikely to covet the secrets of a junior, Luo Feng’s nature was such that he didn't like to entrust his fate to the kindness of strangers.

The reason Luo Feng changed his mind was because of what "Bai" had told him.

"Bai said that even if my strength increased a hundredfold, I wouldn't be able to withstand a single blow from Hong." If anyone else had said this, Luo Feng would have been unconvinced. He was already at the level of an invincible Warlord, and with his spiritual reader’s flight capabilities, he could escape even if he couldn't defeat a council member. While warriors could fly after reaching the planetary level, their flight speed was far inferior to running on the ground. A second-tier planetary warrior could barely match the flight speed of a peak Warlord-level spiritual reader, and a first-tier planetary warrior could only "eat the exhaust."

Even if Hong was far stronger than those council members and the number one person on Earth, how could he be unable to withstand a single blow even after his strength increased a hundredfold? But since it was Bai who said it, Luo Feng trusted Bai's judgment. Since his strength level made no difference to Hong, he might as well go early to gain benefits and further accelerate his cultivation.

...

Back home, Luo Feng transferred 10 billion Yuan to his brother, Luo Hua, fulfilling his promise. He then spent a negligible amount of points to have Bai use monster corpses to produce a milder, "budget" version of the "Blood Pill" for his parents and brother.

Compared to the standard version, which could increase physical strength by 100 kilograms per pill, these budget pills only offered a 10-kilogram increase. The effect was ten times lower, but the side effect of bodily heat was also greatly reduced, and the energy could be easily absorbed through light activities like playing badminton. Luo Feng didn't demand that his family possess great power, but a healthy, long life was enough.

...Over the next few days, Luo Feng rose at 4:00 AM every morning. He spent two hours each on the Giant Elephant technique and daily Genetic Energy absorption, followed by an hour of blade training. By 9:00 AM, he was done with his basic training and would spend time chatting with his family, watching TV, or going out for a stroll. In the afternoon, he would go on dates with Xu Xin. After returning, he would spend his evenings contemplating the third stage of the "Nether Blade" and his movement techniques. He spent two days in this fulfilling manner.

On the third day, after completing his morning routine, Luo Feng checked his personal panel.

[Name]: Luo Feng
[Warrior Level]: Mid-level Warlord (Initial) (Strength: 138,920 kg, Speed: 483.9 m/s)
[Spiritual Reader Level]: High-level Warlord (Peak) (Can control four throwing knives simultaneously at maximum power)
[Techniques]: Nether Blade (Second stage mastered, four-fold force multiplier), Giant Elephant Technique (Two complete Giant Elephant particles condensed; third particle progress {8,802/100,000 kg})
[Realm]: Blade Technique (Consummate), Movement (Micro-level Mastery)
[Equipment]: SS-grade Blood Shadow Blade, twelve SS-grade throwing knives, full set of SS-grade combat gear, SS-grade shield, gravity belt
[Current Points]: 72,266

...

"Including the bonus from the Giant Elephant particles, my strength as a warrior should be at the peak Warlord level," Luo Feng thought. There were thousands of Warlord-level warriors globally, with hundreds of high-level Warlords, about a hundred peak high-level Warlords, and only a dozen or so invincible Warlords. Wang Tong, whom Luo Feng had killed, was one of the top hundred peak Warlords.

"My explosive strength has reached over 1.3 million kilograms. I need 600,000 more to reach the invincible Warlord level. Once I raise my blade technique and movement to the 'Conception' level and eliminate my weaknesses, my physical strength will be on par with my spiritual reader abilities!"

It was getting close! A smile appeared on Luo Feng's face.

...

After lunch at home, Luo Feng said goodbye to his family and headed to the Jiangnan Base City Dojo of Limits headquarters.

At 1:00 PM, on the fifth floor of the headquarters, Zhuge Tao, one of the three executives, chatted warmly with Luo Feng. He was quite shocked; he wondered why this newly emerged powerhouse had sought him out. Since Luo Feng had returned to the base city without hiding his presence, any organization with even a hint of intelligence knew that a powerful beast tamer who could control a Black-Crowned Golden Eagle had appeared. Naturally, these organizations had thoroughly investigated Luo Feng.

Because they knew his details, they understood how monstrous his talent was. Over the last two or three days, many had invited Luo Feng to join them or become an honorary guest, with annual compensations starting at hundreds of billions. Luo Feng had rejected them all.

The Dojo of Limits had not been among them, as they did not lack top-tier powerhouses. Besides Hong, they had five inspectors and three personal guards—all individuals surpassing the Warlord level. It was the organization with the most "Beyond-Warlord" powerhouses in the world. They also had dozens of high-level Warlords and even more standard Warlords.

Yet, here was Luo Feng, taking the initiative to come to them. Zhuge Tao couldn't help but guess his purpose. After exchanging pleasantries, he probed for the reason, and Luo Feng’s next words left him stunned.

"You want to see the General Pavilion Master?" Zhuge Tao stared at Luo Feng in astonishment.

Luo Feng was helpless; he didn't have Hong's contact information, so he had to go through the high-ranking members he could reach. Zhuge Tao, who was permanently stationed at the Jiangnan headquarters, was his target.

"This..." Zhuge Tao’s expression turned strange. He hesitated for a few seconds before asking, "Could it be that Master Luo Feng wishes to become the General Pavilion Master's disciple?"

Zhuge Tao’s guess wasn't baseless. Given Luo Feng’s age and strength, the possibility was actually quite high. Although Luo Feng was a spiritual reader—a different path from Hong, the world's number one martial artist—who could ignore such talent? Based on what he knew, Zhuge Tao was certain that Luo Feng becoming a council member was only a matter of time.

"No," Luo Feng said, smiling and shaking his head after realizing the misunderstanding. "I want to trade with the General Pavilion Master."

"Trade?" Zhuge Tao was confused, his expression turning odd. As a mid-to-high-level insider, he had a rough idea of the General Pavilion Master's wealth. It wasn't "wealthy" in the conventional sense; Hong was a man who could rival a nation in assets. Perhaps all the treasures of the six major nations combined didn't equal what Hong possessed. Many of his items were priceless.

"You only need to pass the message along," Luo Feng said with a smile. He didn't intend to reveal what he was trading with Hong. But he believed Hong would meet him—at the very least, out of curiosity about someone who had achieved high-level Warlord strength in just two months.

Zhuge Tao looked at Luo Feng deeply and didn't press further. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "I cannot contact the General Pavilion Master directly; I have to go through the levels... Whether your message reaches his ears is beyond my control."

"No matter, thank you for your help, Executive," Luo Feng nodded slightly.

...

Within ten minutes, Zhuge Tao returned. Seeing the smile on his face, Luo Feng knew it had worked.

"Master Luo Feng, our General Pavilion Master has agreed to see you," Zhuge Tao said, beaming. Having successfully secured a favor from Luo Feng, he was naturally delighted. "The General Pavilion Master has already dispatched his 'Primordial-level' fighter jet to pick you up. Please wait here for a moment."

A Primordial-level fighter jet? Luo Feng wondered. He had originally thought about flying his Black-Crowned Eagle to the Hongning Base City. That was thousands of miles away, and even at the eagle's top speed, it would take nearly half an hour. He wondered how fast this fighter jet was.

He soon found out. In just over three minutes, a blood-red fighter jet landed on the roof of the building. Luo Feng’s eyes widened. Thousands of miles in three minutes? Did that mean this jet could reach speeds dozens of times the speed of sound? Ten times faster than the Black-Crowned Eagle?!

Luo Feng suppressed his shock and, under Zhuge Tao's respectful send-off, boarded the unmanned Primordial-level jet. Once inside, he felt the terrifying performance of the craft. It was not only far faster than the eagle but also significantly more comfortable.

Luo Feng’s mind began to churn. He called out to Baichen in his internal space. "Bai, how many points would it cost you to create a Primordial-level fighter jet?"

In the internal space, Baichen, who was playing with a cat, snake, wolf, and eagle, raised an eyebrow. He scanned and analyzed the jet in an instant and replied without hesitation, "Without materials, creating one would cost over 30,000 points."

"What if I provide the materials?" Luo Feng’s eyes lit up.

"If you provide enough materials, a few hundred points would be enough." Baichen responded lazily. If the materials were supplied, he only needed to "assemble" it. That wasn't creation, but manufacturing; the difficulty was reduced by more than a hundredfold.

"However, the materials required for this jet are not ordinary Chrome Alloys. According to my analysis, the hull strength is enough to withstand a direct collision with a planetary ninth-tier monster without much damage." Baichen warned. This jet was not something Earth's technology could produce; it was one of the greatest spoils Hong had obtained from the "Ancient Civilization Ruins." It was one of his trump cards.

"A few hundred points?" Luo Feng’s mind became active. He had over 70,000 points saved up; a few hundred was nothing—just the equivalent of one or two high-level Warlord-level beasts. It was a steal!

"If you're interested, when you trade with Hong, you can swap for some alien warship metal debris. That material is definitely strong enough to build a Primordial-level jet. And if you spend a bit more energy, I can even upgrade it. Its performance will completely surpass the one you're riding in right now!"