strokinit Chapter 81 I Don't Eat Beef
Chapter 81 I Don't Eat Beef
Standing in front of the test chamber, Lin Yuan looked at the dark golden pillar of light that was hovering over the [Seventh-Order Grandmaster] mark.
His handsome brows furrowed slightly.
"That's not right..."
"The Shangqing Ninefold Seal, personally set up by my master, clearly suppressed my normal power to the limit of 'Ninth-Order Grandmaster'."
"Why is this broken machine stopping at only level seven?"
"Did I suppress it too much, or is there something wrong with the seal?"
Lin Yuan pondered to himself.
He cultivates the Supreme Purity Dao, which allows no flaws whatsoever. Since his master said the normal level is the ninth rank, then it must be the ninth rank!
"Perhaps, this worldly instrument is not sensitive enough and I need to actively 'awaken' it."
Thinking of this, a faint golden glint flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.
He tentatively pushed forward a tiny bit of the [Dao Integration Realm] power that had been suppressed deep within his demon core, along his meridians.
Just like a drop of water accidentally spilling out of a vast ocean.
"Buzz—"
When this wisp of power flowed through Lin Yuan's palm and into the test monument forged from deep-sea cold iron...
A sudden change occurred.
The dark golden beam of light, which had been steadily hovering at the [Seventh-Order Grandmaster] level, suddenly seemed to have been subjected to an unimaginable stimulus.
"Boom!"
Inside the test chamber, the dense array of spirit-gathering patterns suddenly erupted with a piercing shriek.
The sound was like thousands of sharp swords scraping against glass, piercing the eardrums of tens of thousands of people in the audience and causing them to tremble violently.
"What's going on?!"
The military civilian officer on the reviewing stand suddenly stood up and stared intently at the instrument.
The dark golden beam of light paused for a second.
Suddenly it turned a chilling scarlet red.
red!
The blinding red was like a peerless, ferocious light forged from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!
"Click click click..."
The red light instantly shattered the seventh-level scale.
However, this is far from over.
The wisp of Shangqing Creation Power overflowing from Lin Yuan's body was of an extremely high dimension.
This device, a product of the combination of ordinary technology and low-level formations from Earth, is far too advanced to be supported.
The red light trembled wildly in the seventh square.
The spiritual stone at the bottom of the instrument was drained of all its spiritual energy in an instant, turning directly into grayish-white powder.
Immediately afterwards, a piercing alarm blared through the sky.
"Drip—drip—drip—"
"Warning, energy overload! Dimensional overflow, warning—"
The synthesized mechanical sound was only half-recorded.
"boom!"
A deafening explosion rang out in the center of the playground.
That [Psionic Test Chamber] cost hundreds of millions of star coins and was said to be able to perfectly withstand a full-force attack from a high-level Grandmaster.
Under the watchful eyes of tens of thousands of people in the audience and countless media live broadcast cameras.
It started smoking!
Thick, black smoke billowed up, and the stench of burning wires instantly filled the entire playground.
The glass shield shattered into pieces, scattering everywhere.
Lin Yuan was at the very center of the explosion.
His loose school uniform moved without wind, and within three feet of him, there seemed to be an invisible absolute domain.
The flying fragments and blazing flames vanished without a trace the moment they approached his body, like mud sinking into the sea.
He slowly withdrew his right hand, placed it behind his back, looked at the completely wrecked piece of junk, and shook his head slightly.
"My God..."
At this moment, the entire playground, and even all the Blue Star netizens watching the live broadcast through StarNet, collectively lost the ability to speak.
"This...this is impossible..."
The military clerk in charge of the test gripped the railing of the reviewing stand with both hands, his eyes practically popping out of their sockets.
He was trembling all over, and his voice was shrill.
"This is the 'Kunlun-IX' top-grade psionic testing chamber."
"This instrument can support the full-power burst of power from Grandmasters of the seventh or even eighth rank."
"Considering that this is the return of explorers from an SSS+ level mythical secret realm, the military region's high command was worried that ordinary instruments would not be accurate, so they specially submitted a report and applied for air conditioning to be specially brought over from the General Theater Command overnight."
The clerk's heart was bleeding.
"You should know that there are only a handful of these national-level heavy weapons in the entire Jiangnan base city."
"How could it explode? How could it possibly explode?!"
He turned around abruptly and roared hysterically at his adjutant behind him.
"Quickly, go and inform Elder Qian. We need to get him here as soon as possible."
"It just so happens that he is attending the Psionic Array Academic Summit in Jiangnan Base City these past two days. He is one of the founders of this machine."
When the name "Qian Lao" is mentioned.
The heads of the powerful families on the viewing platform all gasped, a deep sense of awe flashing in their eyes.
Mr. Qian, Qian Guofeng!
This is no ordinary array master; this is a true national treasure-level master of Blue Star China!
Back then, the mythical realm first descended.
Qian Xuesen led a team to decipher an astonishing ancient formation in a high-dimensional ruin abroad.
The United States, envious of such incredible technology, brazenly tore up international conventions and deployed ten S-class superhumans to seal off the entire ruins, attempting to forcibly detain Mr. Qian in the United States and force him to serve them.
Faced with the coercion and enticement of the United States, Qian Zhongshu remained steadfast and determined to lead his team back to China!
That battle was fierce and devastating.
In an effort to bring Mr. Qian home, the Chinese military deployed its carrier battle group to international waters in the Pacific Ocean, with all its missiles raised, nearly ignoring a full-scale war with the United States.
If it weren't for the last moment when a reclusive, high-ranking old man from China, who had been in seclusion for many years, appeared alone with his sword, striding through the air above the capital of the United States.
With a single sword stroke, he leveled half of the S.H.I.E.L.D. building, leaving behind the words, "If you, Mr. Qian, are harmed even a hair, I will bring about the demise of your nation."
Who knows, World War III, or even a psionic nuclear war, might have already started back then!
This esteemed figure, with his extraordinary background and outstanding contributions to the nation, has had his masterpiece stolen today by an eighteen-year-old high school student in Jiangnan Base City…
It got blown up?!
……
"Lin Yuan... Lin Yuan..."
The outermost edge of the crowd.
Ms. Wang, the teacher of Class 7 of Senior Three, almost knelt on the ground because her legs went weak.
Tears streamed down his face, and he sobbed uncontrollably.
"Seventh level... no, that's an unknown realm that completely destroyed the instrument."
"I knew it, I knew my students weren't useless."
"He's not cannon fodder; he's a true rising star!"
Teacher Wang laughed and cried at the same time. All the frustration and worries of the past year turned into ecstasy at this moment.
Meanwhile, the heads of prominent families and school leaders on the viewing platform...
They were completely dumbfounded at this moment.
The tycoon leaders who had been fawning over Liu Ming just moments before were now staring wide-eyed at Lin Yuan, completely unaware that the purple-gold business cards in their hands had fallen to the ground.
Seventh-tier Grandmaster?
No, that machine actually stopped at the seventh level and then exploded!
"This is impossible... a Raven starting at F-rank..."
Chu Qingtian, the head of the Chu family, slumped in his armchair, his face ashen and his lips trembling.
And those survivors who also managed to survive from the [Investiture of the Gods] secret realm.
Zhao Qiang, Liu Ming, and others.
They looked at the young man in black robes on the stage, but their feelings were completely different from those of these ordinary nobles.
They had been through the trials and tribulations of that vast world where gods and demons roamed, and they understood the pressure of that high dimension better than anyone else!
Just now, at the instant the instrument exploded.
They clearly sensed from Lin Yuan a Daoist aura that made their very souls tremble!
That kind of aloof indifference, regarding everything as worthless.
That kind of composure that remains calm even if the sky were to fall and the earth were to crack.
How could this be a martial artist who has just broken through to the Grandmaster level?
This is clearly a true immortal who has lived forever and looks down upon the mortal world!
"thump."
Zhao Qiang, Liu Ming, and the others found their knees buckling uncontrollably, and they felt an urge to bow down and worship Lin Yuan.
……
however.
As the entire venue was enveloped in the shock of this overwhelming attack, a deathly silence fell.
A somewhat manic laugh suddenly rang out in the room.
Hahahaha.
"It's broken! The machine is broken!"
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
Just moments ago, Chu Tianhe had been cowering in a corner like a defeated rooster.
At this moment, he suddenly jumped out as if he had gone mad, pointed at the smoking test chamber, and laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears.
"I knew it! Holy crap, I knew it!"
Chu Tianhe was so excited that he danced around and shouted loudly at the reporters and military officers around him:
"How could anyone in this world possibly be able to measure such data?"
"How could a mere F-rank trash crow, who doesn't even possess true qi, possibly destroy a seventh-tier grandmaster's instrument?"
"There's only one truth!"
"This instrument already suffered a serious malfunction when I tested it just now because it couldn't withstand the immortal essence of my Great Shang royal family's 'Nine Revolutions of the Mysterious Bird Technique'."
"My data as a ninth-level martial artist is inaccurate because this broken machine is malfunctioning."
"And this kid got lucky; the machine completely wrecked and exploded the moment he put his hand on it. He just got incredibly lucky; he's probably just playing tricks on us!"
Chu Tianhe became increasingly convinced that his logic was flawless. He suddenly turned around and roared at the military officer:
"Sir, I want to test again."
"Bring me a new machine. I want to prove that I, Chu Tianhe, am the true prodigy, and that Lin Yuan is nothing but a clown who takes advantage of others' misfortunes."
"..."
The entire audience watched Chu Tianhe's chaotic antics below the stage as if he were an idiot.
Chu Qingtian was sweating profusely on the viewing platform, wishing he could rush down and slap this disgraceful and unfilial son to death.
"You unfilial son, shut up! Get your ass back here!"
Old Master Chu was so angry that he almost had a heart attack, and he kept rolling his eyes.
But Chu Tianhe turned a deaf ear. He desperately needed a way out, a way to step on Lin Yuan.
Just as Chu Tianhe was still clamoring for "a new machine" and "I'm not convinced,"
"boom--"
A sudden roar came from the sky.
A black military special plane, painted with the logo of China's highest scientific research institute, hovered directly above the playground like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit.
The hatch opened.
An elderly man with gray hair, wearing a faded Zhongshan suit, but with eyes as sharp as a hawk.
Without even carrying a parachute, he jumped directly from a height of tens of meters.
"Bang!"
The old man landed steadily in front of the ruins of the test chamber, without even raising a speck of dust.
"Old Qian!"
The military clerk, as if seeing a savior, rushed forward, bending over at almost a ninety-degree angle.
All the family heads and school leaders present stood up straight, not daring to utter a sound.
This person is a national treasure-level expert whom the Chinese military is willing to go to war to protect!
Mr. Qian ignored the greetings from others.
He looked with heartache at the "Kunlun-IX" test chamber belching black smoke, and reached out to touch the charred array patterns.
Then, he slowly turned around.
Those deep, old eyes did not look at Lin Yuan.
Instead, his gaze was like a knife, fixed intently on Chu Tianhe, who was still shouting from below the stage.
"You just said..."
Mr. Qian's voice, though not angry, carried an imposing authority that instantly lowered the temperature in the entire room to freezing point.
"This is a national treasure that I, an old man, have painstakingly developed over half my life, combining ancient relic formations with the most advanced modern technology."
"Is it... a broken machine?"
"Is it because it couldn't withstand your meager mortal internal energy that it malfunctioned?"
boom!
When Chu Tianhe was swept by Qian Lao's icy gaze, his morbid fanaticism instantly receded like a tide, replaced by a bone-chilling cold.
Although he was arrogant, he was not unaware of the famous Mr. Qian.
"I...I..." Chu Tianhe stammered, his legs went weak, and he involuntarily took two steps back.
"Please calm down, Mr. Qian. Please calm down."
On the viewing platform.
Chu Qingtian, the head of the Chu family, could no longer sit still.
He scrambled down from the viewing platform, his head almost touching the ground.
"Elder Qian, my son just came out of the secret realm and is not in his right mind. He is talking nonsense. He absolutely did not mean to offend your hard work."
"Please, sir, have mercy on him this time."
While frantically kowtowing, Chu Qingtian slapped Chu Tianhe hard across the face with his other hand.
"You beast, kneel down and apologize to Old Qian right now!"
"Snapped!"
The slap was so powerful that it made Chu Tianhe's mouth bleed and his vision blur.
He covered his face, finally accepting reality, and knelt on the ground in humiliation, not daring to lift his head.
Seeing this scene.
The other heads of prominent families and tycoons around them, though outwardly silent, secretly gleamed with glee.
"This Chu family is really getting interesting."
"They usually act all high and mighty just because they have a B-level prodigy. Now look at them, daring to publicly question and offend Elder Qian."
"This part was broadcast live across the entire internet!"
"Qian's students and former associates are spread across the military, government, and scientific research sectors. Once this video gets out, won't Qian's fanatical students tear the Chu family's businesses to shreds?"
"The Chu family is completely finished."
Old Qian glanced coldly at the Chu father and son kneeling on the ground, snorted, and disdained to bother with such clowns.
He turned around.
The gaze finally fell on the young man who had stood with his hands behind his back the whole time, his expression completely calm.
Lin Yuan.
Old Qian looked at Lin Yuan.
A flicker of surprise and uncertainty flashed in his eyes.
He walked up to the abandoned test chamber, pointed at the melting array patterns, and his voice trembled slightly.
"Young friend... the crystal at the core of this formation was not shattered by force."
"Instead... its spirituality was instantly drained by a pure, primordial power, turning it into mortal earth."
Old Qian took a deep breath and, surprisingly, bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, the eighteen-year-old boy.
"May I ask, if I may?"
"Young friend, what kind of heaven-reaching Dao did you encounter in that SSS+ level secret realm?"
This statement came out.
The entire venue fell silent once again.
Even a titan like Qian Xuesen had to bow and seek guidance from this young man?!
……
At this time.
On the outermost edge of the crowd.
Chen Fang, the chief undercover reporter of China Central Star Network who had previously acted aloof and tried to lure Lin Yuan into an exclusive interview with "three million star coins".
He was staring at Lin Yuan on the stage, his hands trembling.
His prized gold-rimmed glasses were even fogged up by his rapid breathing.
Three million Star Coins?
To package them as grassroots idols?
Looking back on my arrogant and self-righteous attitude, I realized how ugly I had been, thinking I had a grasp on human nature.
Chen Fang felt a burning pain on his face, as if he had been slapped dozens of times by an invisible hand.
Even Qian Xuesen had to humbly ask for his advice.
A ruthless individual who single-handedly destroyed a seventh-tier Grandmaster test chamber.
How dare he try to bribe a living god with such a ridiculous, mundane sum of three million?!
"I'm such a fucking blind idiot."
Chen Fang swallowed hard, feeling a chill run down his spine.
"No wonder..."
"No wonder he looked at me like I was an ant jumping around. There wasn't a trace of anger in his eyes, only extreme indifference."
Chen Fang roared madly in his heart.
If he himself possessed such terrifying power, like a dimensional reduction attack, it would be surprising if he were to be so disrespected and provoked.
"Holy crap, if it were me..."
"I won't waste a single word on him; I'll just slap him to death!"
"I don't even eat beef anymore, so why would I care if you're a big reporter or a small reporter?!"