I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes - Chapter 265

Chapter 265: 【216】Alone with a spear and horse to slay the ways of the world, three feet of Sword Qi sweeping through with an echo that stirs the soul (Seeking double monthly votes)_1

“What are you thinking?”

“There is always someone better out there, and a sky beyond the sky.”

On a street in the city center, Lin Xiawei and Pei Jinye walked side by side among the crowd.

It would be unthinkable to anyone that Pei Jinye, having just been through a life-and-death sniper attack, was now walking around as if nothing had happened.

Lin Xiawei said calmly, “Da Peng City is just too small. Once you venture outside, you’ll find that there are many bizarre Transcendents… It’s not about how strong your martial arts are, but rather your overall ability. Having martial arts without using your brain to cleverly utilize your Transcendent abilities is in vain.”

She looked at Pei Jinye as she spoke.

“In this regard, you’ve done quite well.”

“It’s an honor to be praised by senior sister,” Pei Jinye shook his head, “Before I encountered the King of the Green Wolf, I thought I was a master in my own right. Now it seems my way of thinking was too naive.”

Lin Xiawei responded, “It’s good to be self-reflective. Looking at your strength comprehensively, and compared to the Federation’s power division, you would be invincible at the Second Rank, but at the Third Rank, it would be somewhat difficult.”

“How strong is the Third Rank really?” Pei Jinye asked.

Lin Xiawei tilted her head, “The sword move I used by the river last time, when you can do that, you will be at the Third Rank.”

Pei Jinye gaped, “That strong?”

Lin Xiawei spoke slowly, “If you pay attention to realms, you’ll realize that the division of strength is actually quite vague. Star Ring proposed a vague handling with the purpose of eliminating negative social trends… I shall not speculate about decisions made by the higher-ups. However, if you want to know your realm, you can refer to the Martial Artist Realm…”

Pei Jinye looked up.

Lin Xiawei continued unhurriedly, “Complete Middle Three Realms approximately correspond to the Fourth Rank, while complete Upper Three Realms… can be considered the Ninth Rank.”

Pei Jinye curiously asked, “Senior sister, what rank is the King of the Green Wolf?”

“Barely the Fifth Rank. He was injured when he was young, otherwise he could have reached the Seventh Rank,” Lin Xiawei seemed quite familiar with these matters.

“I already know about the mastermind behind the scenes. There are certain things we need evidence for in the open. Do you understand?” Lin Xiawei looked at him.

Pei Jinye suddenly laughed, “Of course, for matters in the open, we’ll use the appropriate methods.”

In other words, the methods used behind the scenes did not need to be as proper.

Lin Xiawei also chuckled, turned around, and said, “They were the ones who broke the rules first. You just make a fuss, and if anything happens, I, as your senior sister, will shoulder it first. If I can’t handle it, there are still the elder martial brothers, and if worst comes to worst, we can drag the old man into it too. We won’t let them get away with it!”

Pei Jinye was momentarily stunned.

The always calm Senior Sister Lin… when making threats, was actually… quite adorable.

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Inside the sparring room.

“Bang, bang, bang!”

A few muffled sounds echoed.

Gu Wutong suddenly pushed off the ground and pounced toward Pei Jinye, and in an instant, they were grappling with each other again.

Pei Jinye blocked the opponent’s elbow and leaned in with his shoulder. Gu Wutong hastily crossed his arms to form a net to block.

“Bang!”

Gu Wutong was sent flying, his shoulder hitting the wall and punching a five-centimeter diameter hole in it, startling the nearby staff.

“It’s okay, it’s okay, we’ll have someone come fix it later.”

Gu Wutong waved away his subordinates’ concerns with a large hand, then walked towards Pei Jinye with a hearty laugh, “That lean you just did was brilliant, good brother, you must teach it to me.”

Pei Jinye was at a loss for words; it wasn’t any secret technique, just a common close combat move, yet this big brother was very eager, so he taught it anyway.

“You teach me the Sticking to the Mountain, and I’ll teach you how to shoot later.”

“…no need, really no need,” Pei Jinye repeatedly refused.

Gu Wutong waved his hand dismissively, “We’re brothers, no need to be polite.”

“…”

Without staying until evening, Pei Jinye turned down Gu Wutong’s kind invitation to visit his home, but he had a small favor to ask.

Gu Wutong didn’t even wait for him to state his favor before waving his hand, “We’re all brothers here, just say it.”

Pei Jinye pointed to a longsword hanging not far away on the wall, “That sword looks pretty good, could I borrow it to play with for a bit?”

Gu Wutong looked over.

He suddenly said, “You mean this sword? It was left by my grandfather. As you know, I use a blade, not a sword. You can take it and use it.”

He was quite generous, not even mentioning a time limit.

He actively handed over the sword.

“This sword, named Autumn Frost, is one that my grandfather got after retiring from the North Continent. However, the scabbard is a bit makeshift, added later by the family.”

Pei Jinye took it in hand, drawing the blade a foot, and the cold light flashed.

“The Sword Dao of the North Continent is quite famous. The material of this sword is extraordinary. Has it tasted blood?”

He looked up enquiringly.

Gu Wutong shook his head, “Not yet. My grandfather wielded the sword, but as he got older and more comfortable, he didn’t use it much, so it was left here to make an impression. Anyway, now the sword is yours to use, you can let it taste whatever blood you like.”

Pei Jinye chuckled softly, “You think too much, I’m just taking it home to study.”

Gu Wutong gave him the middle finger, not buying it at all.

Both men laughed lightly.

After leaving the guildhall.

Pei Jinye stood on the street, letting out a light breath, his hand gripping the longsword wrapped tightly in cloth.

Then he turned around.

His figure disappeared into the night.

After Pei Jinye had left, behind the window on the second floor, an old man in a Tang suit appeared behind Gu Wutong, bowing slightly and saying helplessly, “Young master, that sword was the apple of the old master’s eye.”

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“Bullshit, I am the apple of the eye.” Gu Wutong said unconcernedly, “It’s just a sword. Having it here is just for show, a complete waste… Hasn’t the one from North Continent said before,

‘Sword, is meant to kill people.’”

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The old man in traditional attire was taken aback by these words.

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Gu Wutong stroked his chin, “I heard there’s trouble in Western Continent again?”

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“The Old Gods Association and the Western Fire League have started fighting. There’s talk of a new Godson appearing within the Old Gods Association, who single-handedly slew the two sons of the Western Fire League Master,” the old man in traditional attire bowed as he reported.

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“So Luo Jinhua is dead?” Gu Wutong turned his head to look.

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“Yes, Young master. The Old Gods Association has come with overwhelming momentum this time, and no one has any information on this new Godson as of yet. I’ve heard that the International Intelligence Organization has already offered a bounty of 5 billion for information on this person,” the old man in traditional attire bowed again as he spoke.

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“Luo Jinhua withstood ten of my strikes before being defeated back then, I wonder how many moves it took for the one from the Old Gods Association,” Gu Wutong said, seemingly eager to get involved.

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The old man in traditional attire hastily said, “Young master, please stay in Da Peng City for the time being. The commotion you caused before was truly too grand, and if the people from Sword Tomb were to discover you, who knows what kind of trouble might ensue.”

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“I know, I know,” Gu Wutong curled his lips, “Make sure to bring Old Pei next time to smash their Sword Tomb’s graveyard.”

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The old man in traditional attire had a helpless look and dared not continue the conversation.

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…

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The training base of Sky God International is located in a lakeside area in the southern suburbs.

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Ever since Sky God International acquired this piece of land, it has always been a training base not open to the public.

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The middle-aged man wore a grim expression, “Failed again!”

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Several tall and stout men stood in front of him.

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The middle-aged man wished he could point at these people’s noses and scold them, but in the end, he dared not. Although he was their nominal superior, at the end of the day, these men truly answered only to Mr. Sang.

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“Why did the people from Wild Wolf retreat? Did you find out why?” he asked urgently.

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The leading man in blue attire shook his head, “They just left a note saying the target had been killed and that they would not accept any follow-up tasks. They said nothing else; I suspect they do not want to offend the Investigation Team.”

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“That damn sniper, what ridiculous marksmanship. A task for a single shot, and yet he missed and even ended up exposing himself,” a short man nearby said disdainfully.

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Meanwhile, a bald young man pondered, “Wild Wolf is a veteran mercenary group; they know the rules of the road better than anyone. If they’re turning down money, it must be because something happened that we’re unaware of.”

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Just as they were talking.

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Suddenly a dull grunt came from the doorway.

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The conversation inside the room fell silent.

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“Little Seven, go take a look,” the man in blue attire signaled.

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A tall, thin young man immediately walked over, stood at the door, and was about to open it… “Pfft!”

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A sword, very abruptly, thrust from outside the door, piercing straight through the thin, tall young man’s head.

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“Bang!”

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The next second.

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The iron door burst open.

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A figure holding the body of the tall, thin young man charged into the room, slashing at anyone he encountered.

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The middle-aged man was scared stiff, stumbled to the ground, and crawled under a table.

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The man in blue attire and several companions around him roared and charged to attack.

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But Pei Jinye’s sword was simply too fast.

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Almost no one was able to grab his clothing; with his lower limbs strengthened, Pei Jinye moved like flying, also aided by Dark Shadow Flicker.

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Each time his figure appeared, the drops of blood on his sword blade hadn’t even fallen before another body was sent flying in front of him.

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In the blink of an eye.

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The only people left standing were the man in blue attire and the bald young man.

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“Who are you?” the man in blue attire bellowed like thunder, a sense of crisis filling his heart towards the sudden appearance of the masked swordsman.

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He had seen all the swift changes that had transpired.

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This speed seemed so extreme that it sent chills up his spine.

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Before he could utter a second sentence, Pei Jinye’s sword was already upon him.

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“Swish!”

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The Autumn Frost Sword slashed straight down, and the man in blue attire didn’t even have time to raise his arm before his body was cleaved in two.

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This scene shocked the bald young man who was about to rush over into a stupor.

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To bisect a man with a single sword strike required immense strength and astonishing speed— it was a terrifying strike.

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He turned and fled.

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Without hesitation.

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Yet Pei Jinye, holding the Autumn Frost Sword, lunged forward in a swift charge.

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The bald young man’s face went pale, and he rapidly retreated, his hands clasping in front of him. The steel bars on both sides of the wall were driven by his command, all striking towards Pei Jinye.

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However, Pei Jinye’s sword slashed across.

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The descending steel bars were cut as if they were made of tofu, incredibly frail and vulnerable.

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The bald young man was petrified by this sight, and his legs even began to wobble.

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Pei Jinye’s figure instantly passed through the shattered steel and shadow.

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“Swish!”

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A streak of Sword Light flashed inside the room, and the bald young man, who was still preparing to resist, was cut in half at the waist.