The Last Sentinel

The moment the projection screen went dark, the advisor jumped up excitedly.

"Good grand-disciple! I now admit, you are a true genius in all fields!"

"Including the social sphere!"

"The Southern Heavenly Gate Project—a top-tier talent club like this—means that the Mystic Maiden who became the head of the talent club's personnel organization team must have an incredibly powerful background, abundant resources, and exceptional talent! And you managed to win over such a super talent with just one interview and make her your girlfriend!"

"Nobody would believe it if I told them!"

"Your emotional intelligence is simply phenomenal! You usually seem a bit dull and reserved, but when it really matters, you shine brightly and surprise everyone!"

"By securing the position of head of the personnel team in one fell swoop, you'll have a powerful backer at the Genius Club. With your status as a son-in-law, a bright future is no longer a dream!"

Ye Feng felt a pain in his ears. What was going on?!

I just mentioned it casually, and who knew the goddess would actually agree!

"Master," Ye Feng said, "Don't get so excited. We haven't even reported to the South Heavenly Gate yet!"

"Yes, yes!" the advisor said. "Grand-disciple, speaking of which, when you go to report for duty, you must take me with you. You must let me broaden my horizons! Anyway, your wife is already the head of the personnel department, so bringing one more person shouldn't be a problem!"

Ye Feng said, "I will try my best, and if possible, bring Teacher Zhang along as well."

"That's right!" the advisor said. "That good-for-nothing disciple is incredibly lucky to have a disciple like you."

The rolling iron gate slowly opened, and the clerk walked ahead with an imposing air, as if he had become twenty years younger, showing no signs of the aging of a ninety-year-old man.

Outside the door, Dean Zhang was smoking. Upon seeing the teacher, he quickly stubbed out his cigarette and came to greet him.

The advisor asked, "What's wrong? Why are you in such a panic?"

Dean Zhang whispered, "Professor, the military has arrived."

The advisor frowned. "The military? What are they doing here!"

Dean Zhang said, "They specifically requested to see Ye Feng."

The advisor said irritably, "What's the reason? They want to see me whenever they want! Can't you just send them away?"

Dean Zhang lowered his voice, "They won't leave! They investigated Xiaolong, and I don't know what Xiaolong said to them, but those military guys are all gleaming with envy, like... you know. They've already occupied my office and are saying they won't leave until they see Ye Feng!"

The advisor stamped his foot and said, "You good-for-nothing! What can I say about you! You can't even watch a door properly! What use are you!"

Dean Zhang said, "Mentor, you're wrong about that. What do you mean, 'What use am I?' At least my students are more successful than yours! Tell me, isn't that right!"

Upon hearing this, the advisor froze on the spot, his mind going blank.

Dean Zhang stood with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and saying smugly, "I can control you with just one sentence!"

"You son of a bitch!"

The advisor kicked Dean Zhang in the backside. "Trying to give me a riddle?"

"Let's go, Ye Feng. This old man will go with you to see what the military is up to!"

Before long, two rows of guards appeared in front of the vice president's office.

The clerk swaggered ahead, glancing left and right as he spoke, "Who else could I possibly be but Little Chen's soldier!"

The advisor kicked the door open and called out, "Little Chen, it's you!"

From inside the door, a warm laugh came, "Oh, sir, what are you doing here! Why didn't you say anything? I would have come to pick you up!"

The advisor said, "Come on, you led your troops and directly occupied my apprentice's place. I thought you were here to collect a debt!"

"Misunderstanding, misunderstanding! I just wanted to talk to a young man named Ye Feng about something, and I learned that Ye Feng is the assistant to Dean Zhang, your esteemed student."

"He's not an assistant, he's an apprentice. Ye Feng is the direct disciple of my unfilial apprentice, my grand-disciple!"

"This, this—"

The officer, slightly overweight, had an embarrassed look on his face; clearly, he had realized he had run into a tough nut to crack—a medical conglomerate.

Neither of these two, master and apprentice, is easy to deal with.

The advisor pointed to Ye Feng behind him, "Here, this is my grand-disciple. Let's keep things official. Ask me anything to my face! Don't make things difficult for the child."

The officer smiled warmly and said, "Mr. Ye, hello! My surname is Chen! You can just call me Section Chief Chen."

Ye Feng asked, "Section Chief Chen, what can I do for you?"

Section Chief Chen called out towards the door, "Duan Xiaolong! Step forward!"

Duan Xiaolong hurriedly walked in, stood at attention obediently, and said, "Reporting, sir!"

Section Chief Chen glanced at Duan Xiaolong, as if to say, "I know everything! Ye Feng, aren't you going to say anything?"

Duan Xiaolong looked at Ye Feng with slight embarrassment, "I'm sorry, Mr. Ye, soldiers obey orders, I can't lie."

Ye Feng laughed and said, "It's alright, I understand."

The advisor and Dean Zhang were dumbfounded by what they saw.

The advisor raised his hand to interrupt, "No, you surnamed Chen, what kind of nonsense are you spouting! What do you mean? Little Dragon, what orders did you follow?"

Xiao Long turned on the office projector screen, and all that could be seen on the screen was the full picture of Xiao Long taking on 300 people single-handedly. This was all captured by the Grand Cherokee's in-vehicle camera, and the picture was incredibly clear. Xiao Long, shirtless, single-handedly defeated all of them.

Section Chief Chen produced a report: "The number of people involved in this large-scale vicious fight was 357. Duan Xiaolong killed 114 lawbreakers, seriously injured 157, and the rest suffered moderate to severe injuries."

The advisor was stunned. "No, Xiao Long, you killed all these people by yourself?"

Xiao Long looked at Ye Feng and said, "It's all thanks to Mr. Ye's guidance during the battle. Mr. Ye enlightened me and taught me an indescribable martial arts technique, the [Martial Saint Breathing Method], which allowed me to fight over three hundred people single-handedly, as if I had a cheat code!"

Section Chief Chen added, "357 is just the limit for thugs and hooligans, not Xiaolong's limit. I had a fighting expert predict that, given Xiaolong's stamina at the time, killing another 500 wouldn't be a problem!"

Dean Zhang staggered, exclaiming, "One against a thousand! This...this is impossible! This doesn't conform to biology!"

Section Chief Chen said, "Indeed, this is unreasonable, but it does exist. And it all stems from Mr. Ye's [Martial Saint Breathing Method]. The military is very interested in the [Martial Saint Breathing Method], but Xiaolong cannot convey any relevant information. We hope that Mr. Ye can spread the [Martial Saint Breathing Method] to our special combat forces. This will be an unimaginable transformation for us!"

All eyes turned to Ye Feng.

At this moment, the advisor who knew the most about Ye Feng's background was completely overwhelmed.

Just how many cards did this grand-disciple hide?

How come they found an ace, and another ace!

I accept that you're amazing at scientific research, have incredible social skills, and possess both high emotional and intellectual intelligence.

Your physical skills and martial arts are top-notch!

To be honest, I seriously doubt that you're even human!

You are a god in human skin!

Faced with this situation, Ye Feng could only ask in the chat group.

Ye Feng: @Fifteenth Realm Martial Artist, boss, the military back home is very interested in your [Celestial Being Breathing Technique], what should we do?

Fifteenth-level martial artist: They're actually interested in some outdated, low-level techniques?

Hongmeng's First Affection: Then take out something good and share it with your hometown, don't let Ye Feng lose face! After all, Ye Feng's next step is to go find your brother!

Fifteenth-level martial artist: No problem, it's just a martial arts secret technique, right? I can create hundreds of them in a minute with my clones! I'll give you a systematic set of martial arts techniques suitable for military training, and there are even combination techniques, the more people there are, the more awesome it becomes!

Ye Feng: Thank you, thank you so much, boss!

Fifteenth-level martial artist: It's a trivial matter.

Group notification: A martial artist at the 15th level is sharing the folder "Martial Arts Manual", and is specifically asking for "Ye Feng" to share it.

Group notification: Ye Feng has received the [Martial Arts Heavenly Book], download complete.

Ye Feng opened his eyes and looked at everyone's gaze. "To be honest, I have some knowledge of martial arts. The [Martial Saint Breathing Technique] is just the prelude. There is a whole set of techniques and routines to follow."

Section Chief Chen beamed with delight. "I knew it! You definitely have something special; you're a true hidden martial arts genius! This secret manual?"

Ye Feng said, "We can't be too eager for cultivation techniques and secret manuals. I can give you one-third first, and then give you the rest in two installments after you've finished processing them."

Section Chief Chen nodded. "Okay! No problem! We'll do as Mr. Ye says! Shall we begin recording now?"

Ye Feng said, "Brother Long, you need to cooperate. You're the first to learn the [Martial Saint Breathing Technique], so you have to learn the rest of the martial arts before you can teach them!"

Duan Xiaolong said, "I couldn't ask for more."

Ye Feng thought for a moment, then said, "Section Chief Chen, let me be frank from the start: the path of martial arts has a threshold. It demands a high level of physical fitness. It's not that everyone who practices it will be as powerful as Brother Long. In fact, many people might not even be able to learn it!"

Section Chief Chen replied, "I understand, I know that much common sense."

"Let's find a quiet room and begin!"

"Try to record the first third of it well!"

"I have something else to take care of."

"Mr. Ye, this way please. Our military's holographic recording equipment is ready."