Cosmic Demon

Chapter 269 Daqiang and Ermeng, the must-eat list on the western front!
"Er Mengzi, it's been a long time! Come and see if your Uncle Zhang is still as dashing and vigorous as ever!"

Before they even arrived, their hearty laughter preceded their arrival.

The loud, thunderous sound shook the headquarters.

It was quite a commotion!

The Ninth Battle Group's garrison area covers most of the Black Xie Starfield.

The defense zone is divided into three main areas, and this is the eastern defense line.

The headquarters was usually quite quiet, and no one dared to make any noise.

Especially Zhao, the committee member who was riding high and received great praise from the division headquarters, was a newcomer and, as the saying goes, "a new broom sweeps clean."

Committee Member Zhao has always valued military discipline, tolerated no wrongdoing, and was ruthless in his actions.

Many spoiled young masters who thought themselves to be direct descendants of the Nine Clans and had powerful backgrounds were thoroughly disciplined and subjected to grueling training here.

"Which great deity is so audacious?"

"I don't know, but I heard they're piloting a very high-level super machine!"

"Er Mengzi, I didn't expect Committee Member Zhao to have this nickname?"

"Are you out of your mind! Committee Member Zhao is petty; if the police catch you, you'll be in big trouble..."

Heads popped out of offices on each floor of the building, eager to watch the spectacle, but quickly retreated to avoid being caught in the crossfire of Zhao's arrest.

"Uncle Zhang... keep your voice down! Don't disturb their work!"

Committee member Zhao looked helpless, but fortunately he was prepared and waited at the gate to greet him. When he saw Old Zhang, he quickly led him inside.

Otherwise, this "Uncle Zhang" could have continued shouting and making a fool of himself, completely "dying" in the community.

Ugh!
孽 孽!
Committee Member Zhao thought weakly, this Uncle Zhang is a real headache for him, always managing to create some kind of "fright"!
"Er Mengzi, so many years have passed, and you still haven't changed at all. You're still so frail."

"I'm passing on my cultivation method; you must practice diligently! The reason I had you change your name to 'Zhao Meng' was so you could build up your strength."

The committee member, whose real name is Zhao Yunhan and nickname is "Zhao Ermeng," smiled wryly.

He was at least a first-level professional, and even in the Ninth Battle Group, which was full of generals, he would be considered one of the top performers.

But for Uncle Zhang, he was "frail and weak".

“The Self-Cultivation Furnace has been diligently cultivating every day without stopping.”

However, I lack natural talent and have struggled to break through to perfection.

Zhao Yunhan led Lao Zhang to his office and asked the clerk to brew a pot of good tea.

When the hot tea was served, he personally got up, poured a cup, and handed it to Old Zhang, showing utmost courtesy.

His connection with this Uncle Zhang dates back to the previous generation.

Zhao Yunhan was a true member of the warband, having grown up in a compound since childhood. At that time, the Great Expedition was in full swing, and the red brick walls of the streets were covered with slogans such as "Responding to the call of Dongxia, fight to the end of the Milky Way."

However, he was unlucky. Although his father was a general, he was convicted of a failed operation and was eventually stripped of his medals and merits. He died in a sullen mood and resentment.

Therefore, Zhao Yunhan did not benefit from his father's glory. On the contrary, in his life between the family compound and the government school, he always carried the stigma of being the "son of a war criminal," fought with those who mocked him every day, and almost ended up being expelled and unable to study.

Until Uncle Zhang appeared, he met my father and they became acquainted. Uncle Zhang taught my father the Body Cultivation Furnace from the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy and also helped introduce several martial arts association teachers to guide him in developing his vitality.

This is how Zhao Yunhan was transformed from a street hustler with no future into Zhao Ermeng, a rising star in the Ninth Battle Group, whom everyone would give a thumbs up to.

"Uncle Zhang, what major event has occurred that requires you to bring out the Hunyuan Doukui?"

After the clerk left, Zhao Yunhua asked in a serious tone.

He knew that since Shen Changyuan of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy died young, Uncle Zhang had been devastated and had stayed at home, rarely hearing any news.

As for the renowned Hunyuan Doukui, it has been sealed away for decades and has never been used.

"I've taken on a new apprentice."

Old Zhang sipped his hot tea and said calmly.

"That's a momentous occasion to celebrate! I've been staying in the Black Xie Star Region for so long that I'm behind on the news and haven't heard much about it!"
Uncle Zhang, what kind of talent has caught your eye? If I have the chance, I must meet them.

Zhao Yunhan's eyes lit up upon hearing this. Uncle Zhang had exceptionally high standards. With his experience and strength, coupled with his status as the head of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy, outstanding geniuses flocked to him seeking to learn from him.

From the heirs of the nine surnames and the second-generation scions of the three departments and nine ministries, to the rising stars of the four national youth programs and military combat groups.

But one by one, they traveled all the way to Hengzhou Xinxing, only to be turned away.

"Well, when I have some free time, I'll take him to pay respects at the mountain, as a way of handing things over."

Old Zhang drinks tea like he drinks wine, downing it in a few gulps.

Zhao Yunhan raised an eyebrow. Did Uncle Zhang mean that the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy had already identified a successor?
Is this closed-door disciple the future young master of the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy?

"Is this related to my nephew?"

Zhao Yunhan asked softly.

As Uncle Zhang grew older and approached the "limit" that all life in the universe must face, the once-prosperous Nanhuang Martial Arts School gradually lost its influence.

In recent years, its rankings have not even been able to match those of "rising stars" like Canglong Dojo.

“A Yuan’s death was inextricably linked to the Ying family. I beheaded Ying Qi, the leader, and his accomplices, and used their heads as a sacrifice.”

Old Zhang's tone was calm, yet it carried an undeniable air of fierceness.

"Now, Ying Lin, the last remaining thorn in Hengzhou's side, has also been removed."

But he has a father named Ying Xiao, who is said to be very arrogant and unconventional in his actions.

My reason for coming here is simple: the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy will not allow what happened to A-Yuan to repeat itself.

Years ago, He Lanchan taught me a saying: the best way to prevent danger is to nip all potential threats in the bud.

In the past, if I felt someone was reaching out and causing trouble in secret, I would chop off those hands. I considered myself decisive and efficient.

After A-Yuan's death, I felt very guilty. He was known to outsiders as arrogant and domineering, but he had lived most of his life in vain. He was not ruthless enough in his actions, which led to the loss of his beloved disciple.

Now I understand, and I've learned my lesson.

hiss!
Uncle Zhang's murderous aura is so strong!
A chill ran down Zhao Yunhan's spine. He knew that a grandmaster never showed his emotions on his face; the calmer he appeared, the more turbulent his inner feelings were.

It seems that the guy surnamed Ying is going to get a severe beating.

Zhao Yunhan shook his head and said:
“Ying Xiao, I remember him. He’s a defense contractor for the Ninth Battle Group. His weaponry is average, and he has a small fleet with decent firepower…”

Zhao Yunhan glanced at Uncle Zhang and frowned, saying:
"Uncle Zhang wants to give him a warning? I can do it for him. All his businesses are inseparable from the Ninth Battle Group. It just so happens that I'm going to launch a 'rectification campaign' to clean up a bunch of hidden parasites..."

Old Zhang slowly lifted his eyelids:
"Er Mengzi, you didn't understand. I've already learned my lesson."

After A-Yuan passed away, I made a rule for myself: anyone who tries to harm the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy again, I'll chop off their head.

Every word and phrase exudes murderous intent!
The cup of hot tea in front of Zhao Yunhan, which he hadn't yet drunk, suddenly cooled down as if it had been placed in an ice cave.

He was slightly startled, pondered for a moment, and carefully chose his words:

"Uncle Zhang, this is not a good matter. Ying Xiao is a defense contractor and has a cooperative relationship with the Ninth Battle Group."

In short, this guy has powerful backers. He does the dirty work for a high-ranking official in the division, like trading with the Holy Blood Clan, selling their relatives, and participating in trade... Besides, he's quite capable and highly regarded, so he wields considerable influence in the Black Xie Starfield, operating in both the legitimate and underworld circles.” Old Zhang glanced sideways at Zhao Yunhan and asked directly:

"Er Mengzi, are you trying to persuade me?"

Zhao Yunhan coughed lightly and said:

"How could that be? Uncle Zhang, your words carry just as much weight as the division's orders to me. I'm just analyzing the situation. Uncle Zhang, the difficulty in taking Ying Xiao's life lies mainly in the fact that he has real dealings with the Ninth Battle Group."

Procedurally, he is eligible to apply for Warband Asylum.

Uncle Zhang, even though you've brought the Hunyuan Doukui here, the battle group is a large collective. Any individual attempting to challenge it will inevitably provoke conflict.

Zhao Yunhan spoke methodically. He was not a typical combat unit soldier who rose through the ranks. Instead, he went from the front line to the rear, serving as an "instructor" and then a "committee member".

He may eventually become the "Director of the Internal Affairs Committee of the Military."

“Uncle Zhang, forgive me for speaking frankly, but even a Grandmaster cannot shake the battle group, especially when they are united and facing external threats together. Anyone who stands on your side will be immediately squeezed out.”

Old Zhang squinted and pointed at Zhao Yunhan, saying:

"Er Mengzi, you're really full of bad ideas! I admired your slyness from the beginning, just like Lao Zhao!"

Zhao Yunhan chuckled; these were all experiences he'd learned from gang fights back in his school days.

Two fists can't beat four hands, so we might as well think of other ways. The best way is to sow discord, divide and weaken, and then target the most hated guy to beat him up!

“I’ll go fishing, bait the spot, and lure Ying Xiao out. Then, Uncle Zhang, you’ll have to make do with being part of the raiding party. Once we’ve killed them all, we’re done. I’ll clean up the rest.”

Zhao Yunhan has a clear mind and understands things well.

"to make."

Old Zhang pondered for a moment, then clapped his hands in agreement.

Then he continued:

"By the way, are you familiar with Mo Zhenting from the Seventh Battle Group? What kind of person is he?"

Zhao Yunhan's temple veins throbbed, and he quickly said:
"Uncle Zhang, this is a promising general handpicked by the division headquarters! He's not some nobody like Ying Xiao. We need to think this through carefully!"

Old Zhang nodded:

“I know what’s important, you tell me first.”

Zhao Yunhan breathed a sigh of relief. A pillar of Dongxia who was valued by the division headquarters and was awarded a medal and became a division commander at the age of thirty was extremely important!
This is at a level that could trigger a major upheaval within the military!

"Mo Zhenting is very good at making a comeback. He is on par with Xiao Zheng of the Fourth Battle Group, but the latter is actually more eye-catching and outstanding."

Mo Zhenting, on the contrary, is 'unknown' and at least does not deserve the title of 'potential general'.

As a result, within five years, Mo Zhenting surpassed Xiao Zheng and was promoted to division commander ahead of schedule, while Xiao Zheng disappeared without a trace.

Especially in several major competitions, the Wind Scythe Army, commanded by Mo Zhenting, achieved remarkable results.

Rumors circulated that a powerful corps commander in the 7th Army Corps greatly admired him and intended to recommend him for the 'Gene Seed Project'.

Old Zhang's eyes narrowed, then he nodded, understanding just how much importance Mo Zhenting was placed on him.

The highest level of promotion within the warband is being added to the "gene seed candidate list".

All matters, large and small, of the warband are subject to confidentiality regulations, so the outside world has a very vague concept and understanding of it.

Not to mention the many secrets and traditions within.

The so-called "gene seed" originated in the early stages of the Great Expedition.

At that time, humanity had not yet entered the ranks of "civilized powers".

To create an invincible "expeditionary force," the Ninth Commander had his perfect genetic blueprint "imprinted" onto the ground.

By creating "gene seeds" that can be implanted using the original texts, the military force can be rapidly expanded.

However, this "forcing growth" behavior also has its drawbacks.

One of them is the "warrior" who receives the gene seed of the Nine Marshals, which will form a deep-rooted ideological imprint and regard the leader of the war group as "father".

Once the Ninth Marshal falls into a deep sleep, these "offspring" will be affected, and their combat capabilities will be greatly reduced.

Secondly, the life potential of those soldiers will also be locked, which is equivalent to exchanging future possibilities for a short-term surge in combat power.

This is not conducive to the long-term development of the battle group.

Therefore, this "tradition" was abolished in the third millennium.

However, the sense of ritual and honor it represents has been preserved.

Throughout history, military commanders have extracted a portion of their own genetic material to train their guards and strengthen their military capabilities.

Mo Zhenting's selection for this program demonstrates his immense potential for future achievements.

"That's definitely not something you can do. Mo Qihuan has a good son."

Old Zhang sighed and said helplessly:

"I can only give it my all a few days before my time is up."

Zhao Yunhan broke out in a cold sweat upon hearing this. Uncle Zhang was planning to clear all obstacles for the disciple who would take over the Nanhuang Martial Arts Academy before he passed away!
A Grandmaster of the Great Limit Realm, wielding a divine weapon of King-level power, unleashes a killing s

Zhao Yunhan shuddered at the thought of that scene.

It's truly terrifying; who can stop a Grandmaster who's fighting to the death?

"Uncle Zhang, please calm down. Let's put Mo Zhenting's matter aside and deal with Ying Xiao first."

Zhao Yunhan wiped away his sweat. Mo Zhenting of the Seventh Battle Group had better pray that Uncle Zhang would live a long and healthy life.

Otherwise, when a Grandmaster unleashes his fury, few in the entire galaxy can stop him.

The "Zhang" in Uncle Zhang's name, fifty years ago, was the arrogant Zhang.

As for that "strong," before he met He Lanchan and Qi Wuxiang, he was also "overbearingly strong."

Unfortunately, his Dao heart was shattered by two monstrous talents, and he fell into depravity.

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"Urgent! The human-faced spider's nest has been destroyed, and the contaminated area is shrinking..."

At Baiyang Fortress City, Yao Guodong, who was monitoring the sand table layout, suddenly received a message from the cipher clerk.

His expression turned serious, and he was greatly alarmed. The western front had not yet made any progress, so why had the long-standing pollution front suddenly tightened up?
Tai Junzi's consciousness was projected out, conveying "frontline developments" to Yao Guodong.

"The cult groups on the western front suddenly moved frantically half an hour ago, rushing towards the Spider's Nest."

Their target was clear: a new recruit named Qin Shi.

Tai Junzi's consciousness provides a message.

"This recruit, who has not yet graduated from the Yellow Springs Training Camp, has apparently become the 'number one target on the Western Front' and topped the 'must-eat list' of the cult groups."

(End of this chapter)