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When Lin Feng returned to the inn near the military base, it was already quite dark.

He closed the door and sent Xiaoyu an encrypted message.

The details of the Zhao family's acquisition of 30% of their assets were listed, including the number of mines, shops, and medicinal herb fields.

Xiaoyu's reply came in thirty seconds.

"There are industries in the Northwest now? The Alliance Chamber of Commerce is expanding its reach."

He added, "Iron Eagle is asking when you're coming back. There are a few big deals at the auction house that require your signature."

"Let him handle it for now; we'll talk about the signing later."

Lin Feng tossed the communicator onto the table and went next door to take a shower.

After running around the wasteland all day, I was covered in sand and smelled of blood.

I changed into clean clothes and just sat down on the edge of the bed.

The communicator rang again.

Old Zhou's encrypted channel.

"The message has been released: seven lines. Start the countdown now."

Lin Feng picked up the communicator and replied with a single word: "Received."

Fishing has begun.

Seven lines, seven versions. Each message has different details.

Whoever makes the move is the worm that leaked the secret.

All he has to do now is wait.

Lin Feng took out the forging book from his storage ring and turned to the page about Star Dragon Bone Essence.

The furnace temperature is 36,000 degrees Celsius.

Ninety-nine thousand eight hundred and ten forgings.

With these two conditions combined, it's questionable whether the number of blacksmiths in the entire Dragon Kingdom that can achieve this can be counted on one hand.

The highest temperature in a typical forge's psionic furnace is a maximum of 10,000 degrees Celsius.

It's a full ten times worse.

More than 90,000 forgings require not only physical strength, but also precise control over the force, angle, and rhythm of each strike.

One more hammer blow and the whole piece of material would be ruined.

The forging materials and tools that the Bai family confiscated were of high quality, but they were several levels inferior to this.

He needs to find someone.

Old Zhou mentioned it briefly before.

Deep in the desolate northwest, there lived a reclusive forging family surnamed Shen.

It is said that one of their ancestors was a master craftsman capable of forging weapons of Emperor Wu level.

Later, for reasons unknown, the entire family moved deep into the wilderness and stopped taking on outside jobs.

He possesses Star Dragon Bone Essence and a forging manual.

If the Shen family's craftsmanship were still intact, the Dragon Blood Crimson Gold Spear could be completely transformed.

Lin Feng closed the booklet and put it into his ring.

Close your eyes and begin circulating the energy.

On the system panel, the number of martial arts points is jumping.

The ferocious vulture and the iron rhinoceros were still AFK outside, one sweeping away low-level beasts in the wasteland, and the other grinding monsters in the back mountains of the northern border.

Both lines produce simultaneously.

Current Martial Arts Points: 3,890,000

not much.

But it is accumulating.

The wind howled in through the inn window, turning a page of the forging manual on the table.

Lin Feng reached out and closed the window.

Keep your mental state low and remain vigilant.

The coverage area is 300 meters.

Every blade of grass and every tree around the inn is within my perception.

An hour has passed.

Two hours.

everything is normal.

Two o'clock in the morning.

A signal appeared in my mental energy.

Across from the inn, on the second floor of the teahouse, someone was sending a message using an encrypted communicator.

The signal is very weak.

If one doesn't possess sixth-grade spiritual power, it's impossible to detect.

It lasted for about thirty seconds, then stopped.

The other party was very cautious.

Send and receive immediately, without waiting a second longer.

Lin Feng used his mental energy to scan the residual fluctuations of that signal.

The signal dissipates in the southeast direction. The receiver is located very far away.

Lin Feng turned over and pulled the blanket up to cover his shoulders.

Pretending to be asleep.

However, his mental energy remained focused on that spot on the second floor of the teahouse.

There was no signal for the rest of the night; the other party sent that message and then left.

dawn.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and stretched.

The innkeeper was wiping cups behind the counter when he saw him come down and greeted him with a smile.

"Sir, would you like some breakfast?"

"No."

Lin Feng went out the door.

He subtly scanned the area with his mental energy.

The surveillance camera on the second floor of the teahouse was removed last night.

The room was empty; even the smell had dissipated, and it was very clean.

Two new people joined the inn.

One male and one female.

The qi and blood are tightly bound together, so ordinary spiritual practitioners cannot perceive any abnormality at all.

But their gait betrayed them.

The rhythm is too regular; only someone who has undergone long-term military training could have such a pace.

To track.

Lin Feng glanced at the location of the two people, but didn't stop and continued walking forward.

His destination today is the Shen family's forging workshop deep in the northwestern wilderness.

The roads outside the city were difficult to travel on; there wasn't even a decent path on the gravel ground.

Lin Feng walked northwest along a dry riverbed at a moderate pace.

The two "passersby" behind me maintained a distance of 500 meters, neither too close nor too far.

Lin Feng ignored them.

It took less than half an hour to get out of the city.

I heard hurried footsteps behind me.

It wasn't those two people who were following them; those two were still hanging 500 meters away.

This person's qi and blood fluctuations are stronger, and they don't try to control them; they do so openly and naturally.

The footsteps grew closer and faster.

"Lieutenant Lin! Please wait!"

The voice belonged to a middle-aged man, with an accent.

Lin Feng stopped.

Turn around.

The person who came was wearing a standard military uniform of the Northwest Military Region, with two stars on his shoulder insignia.

Lieutenant Colonel.

He was in his forties, with a square face and an old scar on his chin.

He stopped five meters in front of Lin Feng, his chest heaving slightly, as if he had been jogging to catch up with him.

"Lieutenant Lin, my name is Qian Weiguo, Deputy Director of the Intelligence Department of the Northwest Military Region."

Deputy Director of the Intelligence Department.

Lin Feng recalled the words Old Zhou had said yesterday.

"There are only seven people in the Northwest Military Region who have access to S-level secret realm intelligence. The head and deputy head of the intelligence department..."

Deputy Minister. One of the seven.

"What is it?"

Qian Weiguo took a couple of breaths, pulled a document out of his pocket, and handed it over.

"Old Zhou sent me. We need your signature for the follow-up registration procedures for the secret realm, and there are a few other things..."

He took two steps forward and held the document up to Lin Feng.

Lin Feng did not answer.

The mental energy adhered to it.

Qian Weiguo's blood flow, heart rate, and body temperature distribution were all collected within seconds by his sixth-grade spiritual power.

My heart is beating a little fast.

He was clearly nervous.

Why is a deputy minister of intelligence so nervous about just following someone?

Lin Feng took the document.

I turned two pages.

It is indeed a registration form for the secret realm, stamped with the military's seal.

The format is correct, and the content is correct.

But there was a small note tucked inside the third page.

When Lin Feng's finger touched the edge of the note, his mental energy automatically scanned it.

The note had a line of text written on it.

"Tomorrow at noon, at coordinates 37 in the wasteland, someone wants to see you. Bring what you found in the secret realm."

There was no signature or seal.

Lin Feng pulled the note out of the document and held it up in front of Qian Weiguo.

"What is this?"

Qian Weiguo's pupils contracted slightly.

It shrank very quickly; if one didn't possess sixth-grade mental strength, they wouldn't be able to catch it at all.

"What?" He looked confused. "I just came to deliver some documents; I didn't read the contents carefully..."

"You didn't see it?"

Lin Feng's fingers were holding the note.

"Who slipped this note in?"

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