The Last Sentinel

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The roar of airplane propellers echoed in the parking lot of Jiangbei First People's Hospital.

"What's going on!"

"Quick! Emergency room!"

Soon, a team of emergency medical personnel brought the first loving mother to the hospital on a stretcher.

Dean Zhang rushed over in a panic. Seeing Ye Feng's bloodied face, he was heartbroken. "What happened! What's going on! Ye, are you in trouble? Xiao Long, what happened to you guys?"

Duan Xiaolong lowered his head and said, "It was my dereliction of duty."

Ye Feng said, "Teacher Zhang, I'm fine. Quickly take Mother to get medical treatment! She's cried herself blind and suffered a mental breakdown!"

"Don't worry!" Dean Zhang said, "Blindness from crying is only temporary and caused by psychological stress. You don't need to worry. I've already arranged for a consultation with specialists, and she'll receive treatment soon! She'll be safe once she gets to the hospital."

Ye Feng said, "That's good! Thank you for your help, teacher. This is probably going to be another huge medical expense."

Dean Zhang patted Ye Feng on the shoulder and said, "Medical expenses are nothing to worry about. If your medical insurance isn't enough, then reimburse mine. If that still doesn't work, bring out your advisor's medical insurance. Your advisor's medical insurance could buy this hospital!"

Ye Feng asked, "Where is the advisor?"

"Oh, right!" Dean Zhang said urgently, "Quick, come with me! Your advisor just received a phone call, it seems to be very serious. He locked himself in the basement to reflect on his actions, and said that since you're back, he'll take you to see him immediately! Come on! Let's go see your advisor!"

Ye Feng turned to Duan Xiaolong and said, "Brother Long, could you please look after my mother and Uncle Xu Yannian for me?"

Duan Xiaolong said, "Don't worry, you go ahead and do your work. Leave the things outside to me!"

Song Hongen added, "Mr. Ye, please go ahead with your work. Leave the security to us!"

Ye Feng and Dean Zhang left in a hurry.

Duan Xiaolong glanced at Old Song beside him and said unhappily, "Why the hell aren't you working? What are you doing following me around?!"

Old Song chuckled and said with a grin, "I just saw how good you've become, so I figured I'd train with you for a while. Anyway, I don't have much to do back home!"

Duan Xiaolong was too lazy to talk to Lao Song anymore and headed towards the operating room.

Old Song followed closely behind, constantly saying, "Old Duan, Ah Long! Slow down! Give me a hint!"

"Why have you become so fierce!"

"What kind of training has the professor given you these past two years? Did you participate in human experiments?"

"Damn it, you're not even human anymore, you're like a humanoid beast!"

"It's unbelievable that two years ago, I could fight you to a standstill, but two years later, you could kill me with a single blow!"

"I think if you went back to participate in the All-Army Military Skills Competition now, you could single-handedly pack up and send all the contestants home!"

Duan Xiaolong remained silent. He knew better than anyone else that two years? Hah, that's too long.

I became stronger, but it didn't even take two minutes; it only lasted about twenty seconds at most!

When Mr. Ye mentioned that he possessed a unique martial arts technique, Duan Xiaolong was quite disdainful, as he was very knowledgeable about the ways of martial arts.

You're a researcher, how could you possibly know martial arts?

And you're giving me some kind of enlightening speech? Are you out of your mind?

But when Mr. Ye actually placed his finger on the back of his head, a massive brainwave surged into his consciousness. His neurons were completely activated by the mental energy wave, and the martial arts bottlenecks that had once hindered him were instantly broken through. Even with every breath, his meridians, blood vessels, and cells were being renewed. He felt as if he was constantly in a state of cultivation, even in the act of fighting...

This is a true martial arts cultivation method; this is a top-tier martial art that can be called a supernatural power.

And Mr. Ye didn't even blink an eye, directly passing on such martial arts skills to me, even in the legendary, highly advanced way of imparting knowledge.

This has exceeded Duan Xiaolong's understanding of martial arts and Ye Feng.

Ye Feng is no longer an ordinary scientific research genius; he is a true all-around super genius. He is even very skilled in martial arts, reaching the invincible realm of being able to transmit magic through divine sense!

Duan Xiaolong admired and followed such a martial arts master from the bottom of his heart.

Given time, with just a little guidance from Mr. Ye, I could easily become a martial arts grandmaster. In fact, I'm already at the level of a martial arts grandmaster, but that's not the limit! Mr. Ye can give me an even more glorious and promising future in martial arts.

Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

The hospital basement, originally a cleanroom for storing sophisticated medical equipment, has now been partitioned off and used as a room for reflection.

Outside the door, Dean Zhang carefully knocked on the doorbell.

The iron gate slowly opened, and a suppressed angry voice came from inside, "What are you doing here now!"

Dean Zhang said, "Professor, Xiao Ye is back."

"What?" the clerk exclaimed, overjoyed. "Quick, come in!"

Ye Feng had just stepped inside when he saw the iron gate slowly descend, leaving Dean Zhang outside.

Ye Feng glanced around; there was a projector, a desk, and nothing else.

The advisor, with his white beard and hair, looked at Ye Feng with a beaming smile. "Little Ye, did you enjoy the trip Ah Long took you out to have fun?"

Ye Feng replied awkwardly, "I'm alright. Is there anything else, Master?"

The advisor rubbed his hands together and said, "It's like this, didn't you leave us a paper with a figure the size of a person's height?"

Ye Feng said, "Yes! There's a problem with that batch of papers?"

"No, no, absolutely no problem!" the advisor said. "What I'm about to tell you must be kept absolutely secret. You can't tell anyone, not even your Professor Zhang! This is a true academic secret, even a top-secret human secret, that I'm giving you!"

Ye Feng nodded. "Ye Feng is a man of his word. Please speak, sir."

The advisor stroked his beard and slowly said, "In academia, there are two circles. There's the open academic circle, open to all of humanity, like the Nobel Prize winners. And there's a small, highly confidential circle. Following my usual practice, I submitted your paper to that smaller circle first. I didn't have high expectations, since the threshold for that circle is very high; many geniuses in our eyes are just shovels there. But to my surprise, after your paper was sent, the small circle exploded!"

Ye Feng hesitated and asked, "Which small circle has exploded?"

The advisor said, "All the small circles are in an uproar!"

Ye Feng shook his head and said, "I don't quite understand what you mean, Master."

The advisor gestured and said, "There are many small circles, and they are all in one group. These small circles are also divided into high and low, and the top-level small circle is called the Southern Heavenly Gate Project."

Ye Feng asked, "The Southern Heavenly Gate Project? A divine organization?"

The advisor said, "You could say that! Almost all the members here are immortals, true immortals. I once met an ordinary member of their Southern Heavenly Gate. That genius's medical skills had already reached the level of an old man by the age of fifteen. He was simply a living immortal!"

Ye Feng blinked. "Judging from what the advisor said, the Southern Heavenly Gate is indeed formidable!"

The advisor said, "The Nantianmen circle is very mysterious. They're not usually open to the public. Even I, the advisor, have never spoken to them. But just now, their person in charge called me personally, asking about your thesis and asking me to send them some of your other papers. So I sent them some of your other papers! And guess what?"

Ye Feng shook his head. "I don't know."

The advisor leaped to his feet, his face beaming with joy. "Nantianmen directly convened an academic seminar to discuss your paper and unanimously passed an agreement to specially admit you! Nantianmen has already sent you a special invitation, admitting you as a member of the Nantianmen Project!"

Ye Feng asked, "Master, may I interrupt for a moment? What exactly do the members of the Southern Heavenly Gate Project do?"

The advisor was bewildered and shook his head, saying, "Well, I don't know either. They're very mysterious. Nobody really knows what they do. But I've heard people say that under the Southern Heavenly Gate Project, there's an institution called something like the Interstellar Navigation Academy, and some academic groups, such as the Great Wall of the Galaxy Group for preventing asteroid impacts and the Xingtian Group for preventing alien invasions. In short, this organization is almost entirely named after deities, and they're all top-tier human clubs composed of leading figures from various fields!"

"And the most important thing here!"

"The Southern Heavenly Gate Project is only open to the people of Great Xia!"

"Reject all outsiders, even if they are truly gods, we will reject them without hesitation!"

"Nantianmen recruits very few people, often only once every ten or twenty years. You are a specially recruited member!"

"You're incredibly lucky!"

"I never imagined that with one foot in my grave, I'd still have a grand-disciple like you! From now on, if those old fogies try to argue with me again, I'll just say my grandson belongs to the 'unspeakable' category, and they'll be jumping up and down in anger! Hahaha—"

But the next moment, Ye Feng said, "I refuse to join the Southern Heavenly Gate."

The advisor froze on the spot, staring at Ye Feng in astonishment. "Are you fucking crazy? Why did you refuse to join the Southern Heavenly Gate?!"

Ye Feng said calmly, "I have many things to do and many people to visit. I don't have much time to do scientific research. I admit that Nantianmen and the Interstellar Navigation Academy are very tempting, and I don't question the value of Nantianmen as the highest human institution. I really don't have time to sit down and do scientific research."

Before the advisor could speak, the projection wall in front of him lit up, and a clear, cold female voice came out, "Hello, Ye Feng, I am Xuan Nu, the leader of the recruitment team for the Nantianmen Project."

Upon seeing the call from Nantianmen, the advisor hurriedly winked, "Don't refuse, my little darling, please, don't refuse!"

Ye Feng looked at the silver-gray sci-fi mosaic scene on the projection screen, and a woman with a perfect figure.

Her long hair cascaded down her shoulders, and she wore a mosaic-patterned, futuristic silver armor. Her voice was like that of a fairy from the moon palace, "It's a pleasure to meet a genius like you. On behalf of Project South Heaven, I sincerely invite you to join Project South Heaven and strive for the future of Great Xia!"

Ye Feng looked at the other person and calmly said, "Thank you, but I decline your invitation."

The air fell into a deathly silence.

The advisor couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed to the ground with a thud.