Chinese Superman

However, the person on the mountaintop remained standing quietly, with his hands hanging naturally at his sides, showing no sign of making a move.

He remained motionless, and the ancient sword behind Tan Qingyue, after reaching a peak of humming, slowly subsided, ultimately failing to be drawn.

Xia Xinghan couldn't help but feel disappointed: "What a pity, I couldn't witness the brilliance of the world's number one swordsman in person."

As for safety, I'm not too worried.

Because he has the support of the nation!

In the early stages of the spiritual energy revival, absolutely no force could contend with this behemoth!

Commissioner Chen's calm voice came through the internal communication system: "Ignore it, maintain course and speed."

The helicopter formation passed over the mountain without any hesitation, leaving it far behind.

Inside the cabin, Sun Kongkong curled his lip, his tone tinged with disdain: "Tsk, what a coward. What a waste of Lao Tan's sword that sang for so long."

Commissioner Chen shook his head, his tone turning serious as he warned, "Until we understand the principle of spiritual energy revival, although the power of relics is unpredictable, their uses are limited, and each use diminishes their spiritual radiance. Among the many cultural relics, only a very few can truly be revived."

"If it can be solved with bullets and guns, it's best to solve it with bullets and guns." He looked at Sun Kongkong meaningfully, "The same goes for the 'plow' you're using. It's even more ancient and precious than the Sword of Goujian, King of Yue. It's already at the level of a sacred relic, so it shouldn't be used lightly."

"Yes, yes, I know. Old Chen, you're even more talkative than Old Qian." Sun Kongkong picked at his ear.

Commissioner Chen's expression grew increasingly solemn: "Remember, it was the relic that chose you, not the other way around. Activating the relic's revival will not only deplete its own resources but also drain the life force of the swordsman. This process is irreversible. The previous wielder of the Sword of Goujian, King of Yue, died after only two swings."

As everyone whispered among themselves, they didn't notice the pair of bright blue eyes gleaming with an eerie light inside the incubator.

"Relics, swordsman, life exhausted..."

"Interesting. I wonder how many times I can wield the Sword of Goujian, King of Yue, with my superhuman physique," Xia Xinghan mused to himself as he absorbed the key information.

Not long after.

"Whoosh—Bang!"

Another signal flare whistled through the night sky and exploded among the mountains on the other side, its dim red light briefly dominating the pre-dawn horizon once again.

This time, the person who appeared at the edge of a cliff below was a man wearing a gray long gown, with a braid trailing behind his head, and holding an old oil-paper umbrella.

He looked up at the helicopter, a faint, enigmatic smile playing on his lips.

"Damn it, is this never going to end? Do you really think we're a sightseeing cable car?" Sun Kongkong scratched his hair in frustration.

However, Commissioner Chen laughed instead, his previous seriousness vanishing, his tone revealing a discerning composure: "They're envious, itching, and restless. But the more they act like this, the less likely anyone will dare to actually take action."

He analyzed, "On the one hand, the nail that sticks out gets hammered down. Whoever strikes first will face our fiercest retaliation, a price no one is currently willing or able to bear. On the other hand..."

He paused, his tone filled with absolute confidence.

"In the early stages of spiritual energy revival, truly extraordinary individuals have not yet been born. The relics that have been unearthed or revived so far are powerful, but their users are ultimately mortal beings. Who can withstand the saturation attack of high-powered firearms head-on!"

As Commissioner Chen had predicted, the man with the umbrella simply watched quietly without making any aggressive moves.

During the subsequent voyage, they saw several more figures of different appearances and extraordinary presences on different hilltops and forest clearings.

Some were wearing monks' robes, some were shrouded in cloaks, and some were even dressed in ordinary clothes, but they all gazed at the helicopter from afar.

They simply watched, like voyeurs in the dark, eager to act yet filled with dread.

In this eerie atmosphere of being "welcomed" by countless gazes, the inky night sky was finally torn apart at the horizon, and a ray of golden dawn, like a sharp sword, pierced through the clouds and slowly spread out.

When the first ray of real sunlight pierced through the hatch and shone on the incubator, Xia Xinghan trembled slightly.

An indescribable feeling of comfort spread through every cell of my body like an electric current!

He felt like a dried-up sponge, suddenly immersed in an ocean of energy, with trillions of cells in his body frantically and greedily devouring the great gift from the stars.

Warm, powerful, and full of life!

Under the real sunlight, Xia Xinghan's frail infant body was undergoing a profound strengthening process that was invisible to the naked eye but clearly perceptible to him.

Muscle fibers, bone density, nerve responses... everything is slowly improving under the tempering of sunlight.

"That's it!"

Xia Xinghan was filled with overwhelming joy and enlightenment.

"I don't need complicated cultivation methods, I don't need rare and precious treasures, all I need is... to bask in the sun!"

Sunlight was his inexhaustible source of strength.

All he needs is time.

The journey was fraught with danger, but all was well. As the sun fully rose above the horizon, casting its golden rays upon the earth, the helicopter finally descended and smoothly flew into a secluded valley, landing on a cleverly camouflaged platform.

The hatch opened, and Xia Xinghan, along with the incubation capsule, was quickly and carefully transferred.

He expected to be immediately sent for various tests, but unexpectedly, he arrived at a rather cozy room.

The room seemed to have been hastily tidied up; the walls were still made of cold alloy, but the floor was covered with a soft cartoon rug, and a comfortable baby cradle was placed in the center of the room, next to which stood a shelf with various toys. There were even several whimsical animal stickers on the walls, all trying to create a peaceful atmosphere of "home".

Xia Xinghan was taken out of the incubator and gently placed in a cradle covered with soft cotton cloth.

Dr. Lin stayed. She took off her mask, revealing a dignified and beautiful face with a gentle smile.

She picked up a brightly colored little rattle from beside the bed and gently shook it in front of Xia Xinghan, making a clear and melodious sound. Her tone was as soft as if she were humming a lullaby: "Little one, we're in our new home. Don't be afraid, it's safe here."

"My surname is Lin, Lin Tingwan. You can call me Sister Lin... Auntie. From now on, I will mainly take care of your daily life and health, okay?" She introduced herself in a soft voice.

"Ah... Sister... Oh dear..."

Xia Xinghan cooperated by babbling, and accidentally uttered a syllable that sounded like "sister," which immediately made Lin Tingwan overjoyed and smile radiantly.

"Wow, how clever! Such a good baby!"

She couldn't help but reach out and gently stroke Xia Xinghan's chubby, fair little hand.

"Ha, woman, do you even understand how cute human cubs are? I can easily crush them with just a slight touch."

Xia Xinghan snorted inwardly.

But soon, the smug expression on his face froze as he realized that Lin Tingwan's hands were not behaving properly.

"..."

Fortunately, a short while later, a staff member in a white uniform brought over a baby bottle containing prepared formula.

Lin Tingwan took the bottle, tested the temperature on her wrist, glanced at the markings, and then held it to Xia Xinghan's lips, asking softly, "You must be hungry after such a long journey. Would you like some milk?"

Xia Xinghan looked at the baby bottle in front of him, then glanced at Lin Tingwan's white coat with disdain.

People this old still drink milk.

drink!

It's all about drinking milk!

Xia Xinghan finished 20 ml of formula milk powder in just a few sips.

The empty bottle was removed, but the baby's lips continued to suckle, seemingly unsatisfied; indeed, the body tells a story.