Chapter Forty-Three: The Esteem of Inspector Wang

The highest floor of the Extreme Club in Yangzhou, inside the audiovisual room.

“Luoyuan, you are truly exceptional, surpassing any martial arts prodigy I’ve ever met. But you still need more advanced training—like the ‘Global Special Training’ at the Extreme Martial Hall. That will be a key step toward becoming a War God.” Zhuge Tao’s holographic projection spoke to Luoyuan with utmost seriousness.

“Thank you, Director, for your guidance. I’ve come to you through Chief Instructor Wu because I’d like to ask for your help in purchasing some items. I’ll cover the costs myself, since most of the resources in the House of Extremes require a high level of contribution. Here’s my list. Please, I’d be grateful for your assistance!” Luoyuan bowed as he spoke.

“Haha, it’s no trouble at all. It’s my honor to help our future War God buy what he needs. Let me see your list.” Zhuge Tao opened the file Luoyuan sent him, and his eyes widened in astonishment.

“This… Dragon’s Blood? SS-class equipment? Luoyuan, are you joking? Even my contribution level isn’t high enough for this!” Zhuge Tao frowned.

Luoyuan could only shrug; he had expected the matter wouldn’t be so simple. But he had already prepared for this, and immediately displayed the balance of his anonymous international account for everyone to see.

“What? One hundred and fifty billion?!” Both Wu Tong and Zhuge Tao were stunned. After all, neither of them was a War God—their financial resources were far from this level.

“Um, Luoyuan, can you tell me how you got all that money?” Zhuge Tao asked gravely.

“It’s simple. I accepted a mission in the HR Alliance task area to assassinate Li Yao’s son, Li Wei. You all know the outcome. I received fifty billion from the person who commissioned the job, then anonymously extorted another hundred billion from the Li family, claiming I had information on the culprit. That’s all there is to it,” Luoyuan explained calmly.

Both Zhuge Tao and Wu Tong drew in a sharp breath at his words.

“You… you really are daring. That’s some audacious maneuvering,” Zhuge Tao had to give a thumbs-up in admiration.

“But I’ve heard the mysterious assassin who killed Li Wei was likely a Psychic Master?” Zhuge Tao looked puzzled.

Luoyuan couldn’t help but laugh. “Don’t doubt it—because I am a Psychic Master!”

As soon as Luoyuan finished speaking, six grade-nine flying knives shot out from his waist and hovered in the air in front of him, exuding a mysterious and powerful aura.

“Damn, am I dreaming?” Wu Tong exclaimed in shock.

Zhuge Tao was stunned for a moment too, but as someone who had seen much of the world, he quickly regained his composure, his expression now grave. He realized this was no longer a matter within his authority to decide.

“Luoyuan, your situation is highly unusual. I’ll contact my friend at headquarters, War God Yang Hui, who has the authority to reach out to Inspector Wang. Please wait a moment.” With that, Zhuge Tao logged off, leaving Luoyuan and Wu Tong exchanging glances.

“Luoyuan, you really hid your abilities well,” Wu Tong said, stepping forward to give Luoyuan a light punch on the shoulder, the shock still lingering in his eyes. Luoyuan could only smile awkwardly—he knew he hadn’t concealed himself as well as Luo Feng had.

About twenty minutes later, the three-dimensional virtual projection lit up, displaying three figures. On the left was Zhuge Tao; in the center stood a lean man in a Tang suit, appearing close to forty, fingers shifting prayer beads, his gaze razor-sharp—his powerful aura palpable even through the projection. On the right was a stern-faced man in his thirties, clad in a gray robe.

“Luoyuan, allow me to introduce them. In the center is Inspector Wang, and on the right is War God Yang Hui,” Zhuge Tao introduced them respectfully.

Upon hearing this, Wu Tong and Luoyuan immediately straightened up and bowed slightly. Inspector Wang was a planetary-level existence, second only to Hong himself.

“You are Luoyuan?” The deep, hoarse voice came from Inspector Wang as he scrutinized Luoyuan, especially the flying knives floating before him.

“Yes, Inspector,” Luoyuan replied with deference.

“You’re quite remarkable—a high-level War General at eighteen, and a Psychic Master as well. You’re qualified to join the elite training camp under my command. As for what you’ve done, I can order it kept secret. As for the items you wish to purchase, once you join the elite camp, we can sign a contract: if your combat amplifier reaches sixteen before January 1, 2060, you’ll receive a full set of SS-grade combat gear, weapons, one portion of Dragon’s Blood valued at eighty billion, and three full sets of any secret manuals you choose, as well as the ‘Black God’ relic from ancient civilization,” Inspector Wang said calmly.

“I’ve made enemies of the Li family, and I don’t feel secure. Would you help me purchase just one portion of Dragon’s Blood? I’ll pay for it myself. As for the conditions you mentioned, once I join the elite camp, I’ll strive to achieve them,” Luoyuan insisted. He knew Dragon’s Blood was only effective for those below planetary level—even high-level War Gods couldn’t use it to break through. His current strength had already reached the peak of Junior War God; with Dragon’s Blood, he could immediately attain the peak of High-level War God—saving precious time as dangers only increased from here on.

“Very well. Since you insist, I’ll use my authority to buy you one portion of Dragon’s Blood. You only need to pay five billion; I’ll cover the rest,” Inspector Wang said, his tone softening. He sensed the young man before him might one day surpass even himself, and was willing to forge a good relationship now.

“Thank you, Inspector.” Luoyuan bowed again.

“Besides you, we’re also recruiting other talents. You’re a special case—admitted ahead of time. Others will have to undergo testing. When the time comes, War God Yang Hui will contact you directly and bring you to the elite training camp. Young man, be ready.” Inspector Wang gave a faint smile, while Yang Hui looked at Luoyuan with friendly eyes.

“Of course, I await your call,” Luoyuan replied with a smile.

The virtual projection system gave a soft beep, and the three figures faded away.

“Luoyuan—or rather, I should call you War God Luoyuan from now on. When you receive the Dragon’s Blood and break through to War God, don’t forget to come back and visit us,” Wu Tong said emotionally.

“Of course. But Chief Instructor Wu, could you please keep my secret?” Luoyuan asked.

“I’ll keep it. Inspector Wang already said he’d issue a gag order—I wouldn’t dare defy it,” Wu Tong promised at once.

Luoyuan just smiled; he knew he was perhaps being overly cautious.

In the days that followed, Luoyuan returned to the Extreme Club and resumed his daily routine of collecting attributes, though he found the effects here had become minimal. However, his mastery of the Ninefold Thunder Blade improved somewhat. To his surprise, Luo Feng had already reached the third layer of the Ninefold Thunder Blade after just a short time training in the wilderness. Luoyuan couldn’t help but marvel at Luo Feng’s genius, and took every opportunity to spar with him, steadily increasing his own proficiency—he was close to breaking through to the third layer himself.

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