Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups-Chapter 1198 - 582: The Meaning of a Strongman, the Nation’s Trump Card

Chapter 1198: Chapter 582: The Meaning of a Strongman, the Nation’s Trump Card

As for whether he can pass the background check, Fang Cheng actually isn’t too concerned.

When he initially applied for graduate studies, it wasn’t because he had a strong desire to pursue academics.

It was simply to cloak himself as a "highly educated individual."

By using the image of a cultured student, he aimed to create a stark contrast, reducing others’ suspicions and speculations.

After all, his current strength is far from enough to take on the entire state apparatus.

He needs to wear a mask, disguise his identity, separating the "murderer" from the "good citizen" to avoid unnecessary trouble.

He also needs a safe and stable place to continue growing stronger.

Now, being able to join the Special Search Team, can be seen as arriving at the same destination by different routes, even more effectively.

After all, he’s now a part of the official law enforcement force by joining the Special Search Team.

Other forces that might be secretly probing into him, like the Xiao Family or the Ideal Land, would have to reconsider before taking action.

They might think that this is the Special Search Team deliberately targeting them.

This would shift the main vigilance and attention towards the massive entity of the Special Search Team, rather than himself, a small civil servant working for the organization.

This is what they mean by it’s better to stand under a big tree for shade, and the best place to practice one’s skills is within the government office.

Besides these considerations, what truly tempts Fang Cheng is the tangible benefits.

Fang Cheng walks behind, his eyes flashing as he looks at the semi-transparent panel in front of him that only he can see.

[Bone Setting lv1 (91/250)]

[Acupoint Stimulation lv0 (57/100)]

[Tui Na lv0 (83/100)]

[Qi Gong lv3 (45/1000)]

With this new identity officially recognized by the Special Search Team, entering the sanatorium as a new ’instance,’ he can justifiably have access to a large number of patients.

By then, the speed of leveling up skills like bone setting, acupoint stimulation, and Tui Na will definitely take off.

Once these medical skills reach their max level, the breakthrough for the Qi Gong skill to Level 4, achieving the King Realm, might be right around the corner.

"Ah Cheng, don’t just stand outside, come in and have a drink with your grandfather!"

Li Zhenhua’s voice, loud and full of spirit, came from inside the house.

"Dad, you haven’t fully recovered yet, the doctor advised you to drink less."

Li Biyun’s helpless voice of dissuasion followed right after.

"Oh, today I’m happy! Just this once, let it slide, just this once!"

Fang Cheng listened to the commotion inside, a smile curved up at the corner of his mouth.

"Coming."

He responded, stepped over the threshold, and walked into the room filled with family laughter, following the slanting sunlight that streamed inside.

.........

The afternoon sun was just right.

The surface of Yulong Lake sparkled, like a huge piece of unfolded silk shimmering with golden specks.

A black executive sedan cruised steadily along the lakeside road, with reflections of willow trees swiftly passing by the window.

The air conditioning inside the car was running high, isolating the early summer heat and making the atmosphere inside particularly tranquil.

Driver Xiao Zhang focused intently on the road, keeping his eyes on the traffic ahead.

Wei Zheng sat in the passenger seat, yet appeared somewhat restless.

He occasionally glanced at the backseat through the rearview mirror, hesitated to speak, and unconsciously rubbed the tip of his nose with his fingers.

This was his habitual action when he had something on his mind.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

Shi Chengyi’s gentle voice came from the back seat.

The old minister rested with his eyes closed, as if an eye had grown on his forehead, observing his disciple’s awkwardness utterly:

"Ever since you got in the car, you’ve been squirming — is there a nail poking at you on your seat?"

Wei Zheng smiled awkwardly, turned around, and finally stopped holding back:

"Teacher, I really can’t figure it out."

His brows furrowed, with an expression full of confusion and regret:

"The three conditions Fang Cheng asked for, about job freedom and investigating the old case from years ago, they’re reasonable, I can understand them. But..."

"He explicitly stated his willingness to join as a Traditional Martial Artist, but only wanted to stay within the Medical Team to heal rather than get involved in our conflicts with the ’Technology Transformation Faction.’

Wei Zheng spread his hands somewhat urgently, his tone filled with helplessness:

"If we’re not using this sharp blade for its edge, if we don’t have him stand up against those suppressors bearing the surname of Ling to fight for our martial artists’ benefits, then how is it any different from before?"

"Why did we go to such lengths, even having you, Sir, personally invite him to join us? Is it truly just to recruit a miracle doctor for the Special Search Team?"

Shi Chengyi slowly opened his eyes, turning his head to gaze at the rapidly passing lake scenery outside the window, with a hint of a meaningful smile at the corner of his mouth.

He didn’t answer directly but instead pointed to the blazing sun outside the window with a raised hand:

"Xiao Wei, look at that sun."

Wei Zheng instinctively looked up, briefly dazzled by the bright sunlight, forcing him to squint his eyes.

"The sun rises from the darkness; it may not feel as though it’s lighting the way for anyone; it quietly burns there, releasing its light and heat, affecting everything around it."

Shi Chengyi’s voice was calm and profound, filled with the wisdom of one who has seen through the affairs of the world:

"All things grow and multiply, relying on it, not because the sun is kind and charitable, nor because it wants to save all living things."

"It’s simply because—it’s powerful enough."

"So powerful that its mass is capable of distorting space-time, so powerful that just a hint of its ripple can alter the ecology of an entire galaxy."

Wei Zheng seemed thoughtful, his gaze gradually focusing, as if he had grasped some crucial point. 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Shi Chengyi withdrew his gaze, looked at his loyal disciple, and said slowly:

"Fang Cheng is like the sun that hasn’t yet reached its zenith."

"He doesn’t need to wave a flag, shouting slogans at the forefront to lead us in striving for anything."

"What we need to do is merely guide him onto the right track, give him soil, give him sky."

The elderly man leaned back in his chair, fingers interlocked, his eyes sparkling with a sharp gleam:

"As long as he remains in the Special Search Team for even a day, as long as he continues to grow stronger, one day, when he displays that kind of earth-shattering martial prowess capable of crushing all technological creations..."

"Even if he does nothing at all, merely standing there, he will become a totem in the hearts of all Martial Artists, a banner that unites people’s hearts."

"By that time, whether it’s the internal structure of the Special Search Team or this world altered by technology and mysterious foreign forces, it will all be influenced by his presence and change accordingly."

"Compared to the change of this ’momentum’, does it really matter if he is willing or not to engage in minor office disputes?"

At this point, Shi Chengyi’s gaze sharpened, staring directly at Wei Zheng:

"You must remember, at that level of magnitude, the mere existence of a strong figure is a deterrence, a rule."

Wei Zheng listened, his mind shaken, feeling enlightened, as if clarity dawned on him.

"I understand now..."

He took a deep breath, showing genuine admiration on his face:

"Teacher, you always have a long-term vision. I was too short-sighted, only thinking of using him as a tool, forgetting that his talent rivals Chief Li’s, and is in itself a significant force capable of stabilizing the nation’s fate."

Shi Chengyi smiled slightly, closed his eyes again, saying no more.

Wei Zheng turned around, sitting upright again, his gaze directed at the road extending ahead.

His mood surged with unprecedented excitement.

He could already foresee that with the addition of this formidable younger brother, the future situation in the East Capital would inevitably be rewritten.

The entire Special Search Team might truly experience a long-awaited transformation.

The oppressed Martial Artist forces would stand tall and unyielding from now on.

The engine hummed softly, and the inside of the car returned to silence.

The black sedan traced an aerodynamic arc in the sunlight, speeding toward that distant city resembling a forest of steel.

...................

The fierce wind howled, and the sand and gravel flew all over the sky.

This place seemed to belong to no part of Earth, as if it were a forgotten corner of the world.

The sky was a suffocating lead-gray, and the heavy clouds were like rusty iron plates, layer upon layer pressing down from above.

No sunlight, no birds flying.

Even the wind had a sharpness that cut the skin, emitting a mournful wailing.

On the desolate ground, not a blade of grass grew, showing no signs of life.

Only black rocks were exposed, their surfaces carved with countless ravines, as if they had been repeatedly scorched by fire for millions of years.

In this doomsday-like scene, a towering black skyscraper rose abruptly.

It was like a spear piercing the firmament, rudely tearing through the oppressive clouds, plunging directly into the churning chaos.

To the naked eye, its top was beyond sight, as if it were the only pillar of this world.

Thick purple lightning wound and danced around the tip, emitting a constant deep rumble.

Like the breathing of a slumbering ancient beast, it intimidated this barren land.

At the base of the tower, two massive bronze doors, dozens of meters high, were tightly closed.

A man stood before the doors.

He wore a retro white long robe, with a slender figure, a face of delicate beauty, and black hair casually tied at the back.

The fierce wind mixed with gravel howled past, yet split automatically three feet before him.

He stood there quietly like a cold jade sculpture, completely out of place with the hostile environment around him.

Tap, tap, tap.

Heavy footsteps shattered the silence.

In the distance, a burly figure strode through the storm of sand, approaching.

It was a typical European man with sharp, chiseled features, sporting a wild mane of red short hair.

He was bare-chested, his bronze muscles bulging, marked with various ferocious scars.

As he approached, the air around him, originally cold, suddenly warmed up.

Even the black sand on the ground began to tremble lightly, as if fearing the volcanic aura emanating from within him.

The man in white slowly lifted his eyelids, his long, narrow eyes showing no emotion as they stared coldly at the newcomer.

"Halt."

His voice was not loud, yet it clearly penetrated the howling wind.

The red-haired man halted abruptly at the foot of the steps.

He glanced up at the lightning-encircled tower top with a flicker of complex emotion in his eyes.

Then he withdrew his gaze, looked at the man in white, his voice coarse and deep:

"Is the master still in seclusion?"