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Who was Lan Ruohua?

If Lan Ruosi was the Alliance’s foremost scientific research expert, then Lan Ruohua was the Alliance’s foremost expert in human body research.

After all, Wu Qingjing had rarely delved into research in recent years. He had focused most of his energy on his work with the Supreme Council.

Liang Qi, on the other hand, had been continuously engrossed in his research.

But he only ever focused on the creation of gene weapons.

As for other fields of human body research, he rarely touched them anymore.

But now, what was Wu Qingjing seeing?

The esteemed Dr. Lan Ruohua was actually acting as Gao Neng’s assistant? And most importantly, this "assistant" Lan Ruohua didn’t seem to have any intention of performing any of the practical work herself?

How was this possible?

Wu Qingjing felt that if his eyes weren’t playing tricks on him, he had to be dreaming. So, he pinched himself hard and found that it really hurt.

"Teacher Wu is here?" Gao Neng seemed to notice the commotion, looked up at Wu Qingjing for a moment, and then went back to work.

"Gao Neng, what are you doing...?" Wu Qingjing walked closer. He wanted to see what on earth Gao Neng was up to.

But when he saw, his eyes widened once again. He discovered that the cultivation chamber contained not just a heart, but other gene weapon components as well.

So many?!

Wu Qingjing was startled.

He could have accepted it if there was only an embryonic heart.

But the scene before him was truly a bit much.

Or rather, "exaggerated" was no longer enough to describe it. It was like watching a horror movie; Wu Qingjing was so scared he felt his soul was about to leave his body.

What was he seeing?

He was seeing an embryonic gene weapon that was over 60% complete?!

Terrifying, wasn’t it?

And how long had Gao Neng been in the gene weapon laboratory? A mere eight days!

SLAP! Wu Qingjing slapped himself again. This time it hurt even more, but he paid it no mind. He immediately picked up an instrument from the table and began to run diagnostics.

"Cellular activity is very high!"

"Rapid growth!"

"The temperature is perfect. Cultivation success rate... at least eighty percent!"

"How did he do it?!"

"This can’t be right!"

"How could he possibly have done it?!"

Wu Qingjing muttered to himself nonstop.

"Speaker Wu, finding it a little hard to believe?" Lan Ruohua had actually come to Wu Qingjing’s side while he was running his diagnostics.

"Did you do this?" Wu Qingjing looked up at Lan Ruohua.

"Me? Heh, I couldn’t possibly." Lan Ruohua shook her head.

"Not you? Then could it really be..."

"Yes, Gao Neng did it. And throughout the entire process, I haven’t done a single practical operation. From gene collection to the extraction of the first cell tissue, to cell cultivation—every single process and step was completed by him alone. I didn’t help at all," Lan Ruohua gave her answer.

"You didn’t help at all?" Wu Qingjing truly couldn’t believe it.

"That’s right. As you can see, I’m just helping him monitor and report data. As for getting involved... I wanted to help, but the kid wouldn’t let me. He said that if I interfered, it might cause the experiment to fail. Isn’t that infuriating?" Although Lan Ruohua’s last sentence sounded like a complaint, it held no trace of actual anger.

Because, over these eight days, she had successfully witnessed the birth of a great work of art.

Gene extraction: a success on the first try!

Cell cultivation: a success on the first try!

Gene sequence combination: a success on the first try!

Heart cultivation: a success on the first try!

Limb cultivation: a success on the first try!

As one success after another was laid out before Lan Ruohua, she no longer knew what could possibly fail. Her past experience and judgment had been utterly shattered in these short eight days.

She now had only one thought in her mind.

’Damn it, if you’ve got the guts, just fail once for me to see, will you?’

’At least give me a small sign that my, Lan Ruohua’s, decades of research haven’t been for nothing! Prove that I, Lan Ruohua, am still considered a top-tier expert in human body research, can’t you?!’

The answer, naturally, was no!

Gao Neng didn’t give Lan Ruohua a single chance.

With his 100% success rate, he showed Lan Ruohua what gene weapon manufacturing truly was.

Throughout the entire operational process, there was not a single failure. No matter how difficult the tissue cell cultivation, he succeeded on the first try. He was like a demon sent to destroy people’s self-confidence.

And yet, Lan Ruohua now found herself growing fond of this demon.

Because this feeling... it was just too exhilarating!

Lan Ruohua had been single for decades. It wasn’t because she wasn’t beautiful, nor was it because she was solely dedicated to her research in human biology. It was simply because, in her field of research, she was just too strong.

What were the chances of a strong, successful woman falling for a weakling?

Extremely low!

But this time, watching Gao Neng create the gene weapon, she found herself feeling as if she were about to fall in love. It was like an eighteen-year-old student watching her mentor work expertly at the operating table, that welling admiration from deep within. Wasn’t it laughable?

Of course, Lan Ruohua would never say any of this out loud.

She had only one wish now: to be Gao Neng’s assistant, to just quietly watch him, watch him perform one miracle after another.

"Dr. Lan? Dr. Lan!" Wu Qingjing’s voice rang out.

"Hm? Speaker Wu, what did you say?" Lan Ruohua was taken aback. Then, she finally snapped out of her daze and looked at Wu Qingjing with a bewildered expression.

"I said... Never mind, just pretend I didn’t say anything." Wu Qingjing shook his head. He then took two more steps forward until he was in front of Gao Neng.

"Teacher Wu, is something wrong?" Gao Neng looked up again.

"Nothing’s wrong. You carry on." Wu Qingjing waved his hand. He wanted to see with his own eyes just how Gao Neng performed the practical operations for the gene weapon.

And so he watched.

For two whole hours.

For two full hours, Gao Neng didn’t stop for a single moment. He was like a little motor spinning furiously, ceaselessly performing every operational step.

And his speed was incredibly fast.

How fast?

Wu Qingjing felt as if Gao Neng’s hands were having a seizure.

’What the hell are you doing? Cultivating cell tissue is such delicate work, why are you moving so fast? Are you in a hurry to reincarnate or something?’

But could he curse?

No!

Because Gao Neng’s movements were too precise.

For example, during the cultivation of tissue cells, ’aberrant growth’ can occur. To put it simply, some deformed cells will appear.

This isn’t caused by improper operation, but is an inevitable part of the experimental process.

The solution is to perform a precise incision, supplement with new cell tissue, and begin a new cultivation.

This was the method Gao Neng used.

However, his movements were so brutish they left one dumbfounded.

He sliced down with a single cut.

At that moment, Wu Qingjing frowned.

Then, he looked again...

Gan Liniang!

Not a single bit missed, not a single bit extra!

An Immortal!

’Wukong, come quick and see the Immortal!’

Wu Qingjing was stunned right then and there. And what was even more frightening was that this brutish operation continued, cut after cut after cut.

Every slice made Wu Qingjing’s heart pound and his skin crawl.

After that, he just became numb—so numb he lost all track of time.

"I’m thirsty." Just then, Gao Neng’s voice sounded. He casually extended a hand in Wu Qingjing’s direction.

"Okay, I’ll get you some water right away." Wu Qingjing replied almost subconsciously. He then quickly walked over to the lab’s water dispenser, poured some hot water, thought for a moment, added a bit of cold water, tested the temperature—it was just right—and only then carefully handed the cup to Gao Neng.

After doing all this...

...he suddenly came to his senses.

’Something seems a bit off, doesn’t it?’

’I’m the head of the gene weapon manufacturing project, right?’

’How is it that the moment Gao Neng says he’s thirsty, I, the project head, have to scurry off to get him water? It feels like I’ve been put under a spell.’

"Speaker Wu, now you understand why I’m acting as this kid’s assistant, don’t you?" Lan Ruohua said with a slight smile as she watched all this unfold.

"Ahem... Yes, this kid’s talent... ahem." Wu Qingjing coughed quietly, a blush creeping up his old face.

Had he just been mesmerized by Gao Neng?

The feeling was truly bizarre.

Although he had worked in the research field for a long time, he had, for all intents and purposes, already left it behind.

But now, he once again felt that passionate fire.

He wished he could be doing the experiment right alongside Gao Neng!

Even if it meant just being his assistant!

"Gao Neng, is there anything I can help with? I’m still quite professional in the field of gene weapon manufacturing. There are some tasks I can handle, for example, this cultivation..."

"No need, Teacher Wu. If you get involved, it might fail." Gao Neng waved his hand, cutting off the rest of what Wu Qingjing was about to say.

’Isn’t this just asking for trouble?’

’My attribute is a 100% success rate.’

’But you, Wu Qingjing, don’t have that, do you?’

’You’re going to do it?’

’What if that moron system judges that you did it, and it has nothing to do with me? Then it gives us a failure, and all our previous work is wasted. Are you going to take responsibility for that?’

"..." Wu Qingjing was choked up, unable to recover for a full five seconds.

Gao Neng’s words were too direct!

’Does he have to be so blunt?’

’No matter how you put it, I’m the founder of gene weapons, right?’

’I offer to be your assistant, and you, kid, actually have the nerve to reject me? And you even say that if I do it, it might fail? You’re insulting me, you know that?’

"Hahaha, Speaker Wu, don’t trouble yourself. This kid won’t let anyone touch a single cell here. I’ve been by his side for eight days, and he hasn’t given me a single chance." Seeing Wu Qingjing get rebuffed, Lan Ruohua suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. At least she could still report the data from the sidelines.

"This brat, he’s infuriating!" Wu Qingjing cursed. Then, as if remembering something, he asked, "Gao Neng, everything in the Underground City has been arranged. If you delay going in for too long, your cultivation progress might fall behind the others. Won’t the losses outweigh the gains?"

"Fall behind? Not at all. I’m already at the sixth rank!" Gao Neng waved his hand dismissively.