I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes
Chapter 1132 - Chapter 1132: 【837】Yes, my name is Yang Jian (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Chapter 1132: [(837)] Yes, my name is Yang Jian (asking for monthly tickets and subscriptions)

Yamo City, located in the Western part of North Continent, neighboring the Yefi Mosaic Ocean from the group of five great oceans.

It is a city almost the same size as Dragon City.

However, it is located in an earthquake zone.

As soon as the off-road vehicle stopped, a younger figure hurriedly jumped out, ran to the roadside bushes, and started retching.

“Song Que, how come your physique is so weak!”

A muscular man with tattooed arms got out of the vehicle, looked around, and put on a pair of sunglasses.

“Are you alright now?”

The young man turned back, looked at the water bottle handed to him, took a deep breath, stood up straight to take it, and gargled.

“Puh–”

“You gave me liquor!!!”

“Sorry, I grabbed the wrong one.” The muscular man felt bad, “A good bottle of liquor just ruined by you.”

“…I don’t want to talk to you.”

Song Que rolled his eyes, found another unopened bottle of water, sniffed it after unscrewing the cap to confirm it was water, and quickly rinsed his mouth.

The muscular man checked his communicator and casually asked, “Are you sure this is the place?”

“Yes, this is the place. The last disappearance of the Old Gods Association member was here, I’ve analyzed the documents, and Star Ring hid the Inorganic swordsmanship inheritance here.”

“Inorganic, who was that again?” The muscular man scratched his head, somewhat forgetting.

“A giant of the Old Gods Association, he alone used to make the Federation apprehensive, only to mysteriously disappear later…” Song Que spoke softly.

“Oh right, the one who allegedly brought out the Demon King?”

“Yes, that’s him.”

The muscular man grinned widely: “I grew up listening to stories about the Demon King.”

Song Que looked at him and shook his head: “The Demon King indeed was the most mysterious identity within the Old Gods Association, even Bai Hu was uncovered as the eldest daughter of the Federation Deputy Office, but no one ever discovered the Demon King’s identity.”

“Wasn’t it said he was one of the high-ups in the Judgement Place?”

“That’s the speculation. A major purge in the Judgement Place had to do with him…”

“A hero of our times.”

“Although the Old Gods Association conducted many questionable activities, it’s hard to fault them when it came to bringing down Star Ring, especially with the Demon King as their trump card agent…”

Thinking about the evaluations from the past written in the books, Song Que felt his emotions surge.

“Unfortunately, more than a hundred years have passed, they might no longer exist.”

“Not necessarily.” The muscular man pursed his lips, “Types of strong ones among the strong like them, surviving these hundred years would be like nothing. The Tide Pool group claimed they’re the refurbished Old Gods Association, right?”

“Tide Pool…” Song Que’s expression became strange: “This organization is quite mixed, probably a combination of remnants from many organizations. Well, let’s verify the location first, then talk to the boss.”

The muscular man waved him over to get into the car, and then something unexpected happened.

The off-road vehicle broke down halfway.

“Damn, what a lousy car!”

Song Que also looked helpless, turned back just in time to see someone driving by, hurriedly got out of the car waving his arms, but unfortunately, no one wanted to stop.

“Chaotically, can’t you all be less heartless!”

The muscular man was also frantically on the phone: “Two hours to get here and a charge of five thousand? If it was half an hour I could accept, but two hours, my brain must be faulty… Chaotically, you hung up on me?”

The muscular man suddenly burst out cursing.

Then Song Que suddenly shouted: “Old Meng, get in the car.”

The muscular man was stunned, turned his head, and saw that Song Que actually found a car, driven by a young man who looked about their age, with a boy who appeared quite young sitting in the back resembling burnt charcoal.

When the car drove up, Song Que quickly introduced with a smile, “This is Brother Yang Jian, he just so happens to be heading into the city and can give us a lift.”

The muscular man promptly extended his hand politely: “Really appreciate this.”

The young man smiled: “Don’t mention it.”

…

“Is Brother Yang a local?”

“No, just here for a tour.”

“The seafood here is good.”

“Yes, I’ve heard.”

While Song Que was chatting with the young man, the muscular man received a message, his expression shifted slightly, and he quickly said, “Brother Yang, just drop us off at the ahead bus station.”

Song Que was startled, “Aren’t we not in the city yet?”

“Something came up at home.” In the presence of an outsider, the muscular man didn’t specify.

Seeing this, Song Que didn’t ask further.

They got off the car.

The young man drove away, and Song Que quickly asked, “What happened?”

“Our boss has sent someone to meet us.”

“Ah?”

“Our whereabouts have been exposed, a local mercenary group called [Saye] will act against us, it wasn’t necessary to involve Brother Yang.”

“That’s true.” Song Que nodded, though his expression was uneasy: “How did it get exposed?”

“Hard to say.”

…

The young man was driving when he looked at the communicator.

[Master, people from the Fu Family have come to visit you, the old gentleman himself has arrived, and I found it difficult to refuse.]

The young man replied with a line: [Handle all matters as you see fit.]

Bai Hengyuan quickly responded: [Yes, Master!]

Pei Jinye traveled from the Eastern Continent to the North Continent, taking three days, eliminating some troublesome people, and searching for the fated ones.

“You’re saying your enemy is in the city?”

Pei Jinye asked.

The charcoal-like boy nodded, “His name is Chalmers, he’s a local real estate boss, he has many tough guys around him, and they have guns.”

Pei Jinye didn’t say much upon hearing this.

“I’ve transmitted the cultivation technique to you, practice well. I’ll help you awaken this year…”

“Isn’t it said that one cannot awaken until the age of eighteen?”

“That’s for ordinary people, you, being my disciple, are naturally not ordinary.”

“Yes, Master.”

…

Pei Jinye, accompanied by Little Charcoal, grandly arrived at Chalmers’ company.

“This is the place?”

Little Charcoal nodded: “Yes, this is it.”

Pei Jinye, upon hearing this, walked towards the main entrance, “Dare to stay here?”

Little Charcoal, holding a dagger in his hand, solemnly nodded: “I dare.”

“He killed your parents and siblings, I’ll let you personally get your revenge, dare you?”

“I dare!”

“Good, just wait for me.”

Pei Jinye strode forward. Two burly men at the reception, seeing his fierce approach, immediately frowned and stepped forward to scold, “Stop right there!”

“Bang!”

The burly man was sent flying backward.

The other one stood still, sensing something wrong, quickly pressed on the communicator: “We have a troublemaker here, come quickly–Zzzt!”

He was shocked to find the company’s signal was already jammed.

In front of him, a hand directly grabbed his face and fiercely pressed it against the desk: “Where’s Chalmers?”

“You–”

“Bang!”

Pei Jinye grabbed his head and again violently smashed it against the counter, blood flowing profusely.

“He… he’s resting on the seventh floor,” the burly man stammered.

No sooner had he finished speaking.

“Puchi!”

A dagger was already stabbed into his back.

The burly man, incredulously using his peripheral vision, saw a little boy whose eyes were filled with hatred.

“It was you who bullied my sister, I recognize you!”

After saying this, Little Charcoal stabbed again.

“Puch!”

“Puch!”

The man was already dead beyond dead.

“We’re leaving.”

Pei Jinye, after letting him vent, then called out.

…

He wiped the blood off his face, murmuring to himself: “Sis, I’ve avenged you!”

…

“Swoosh!”

A blazing light suddenly emerged from the dim corridor.

As Little Charcoal raised his head to look, that bright light was already upon his throat.

But Pei Jinye standing right in front of him deflected the light with just a glance.

With a wave of his hand.

The bright light returned back along its path.

“Putch” a muffled sound followed.

…

“Master, I want to learn this move.”

Little Charcoal’s eyes were full of longing.

Pei Jinye turned around, smiled gently.

“Alright.”