Chapter 1696 - 1572: Guanghe Sect
When Ye Qingfeng threw himself wholeheartedly into researching this Black Armor, everyone finally realized they couldn’t keep up with the speed of his thinking at all.
Some people had still been unconvinced, wanting to secretly surpass Ye Qingfeng, only to discover that his progress was something they simply could not match.
So everyone gave up and instead came to listen to Ye Qingfeng’s explanations, recording down everything he said, and all this data still needed these top scientists to measure.
In short, these Beidou-level figures of the scientific world all ended up becoming Ye Qingfeng’s little assistants.
Yet no one felt resentful; on the contrary, they were delighted, scrambling to serve as Ye Qingfeng’s assistants.
Because Ye Qingfeng’s theories were just too novel, all of it was precious, rare knowledge.
To these scientists, Ye Qingfeng’s statements, theories, and knowledge were things more valuable than gold.
For a time, the entire laboratory seemed to have turned into a classroom, with a single teacher leading a group of interns.
But these top scientists weren’t pushovers either; they could very quickly digest Ye Qingfeng’s theories and form their own understanding.
If it were Plague Spot Fever, they simply wouldn’t be able to keep up with Ye Qingfeng’s speed at all, and there would be no way to explain things.
So this was exactly where Ye Qingfeng needed these top scientists.
Compared to the fiery bustle of the lab, Shu Qin’er also often came wandering by, and when Ye Qingfeng came out, she would go over and chat with him warmly.
The people of Yanglong naturally saw all of this and understood it clearly in their hearts.
It was obvious that this granddaughter of Shu Zhong had fallen for Professor Ye Qingfeng.
So she was deliberately getting close to Ye Qingfeng.
Ye Qingfeng was quite helpless as well; right now Shu Zhong was his capable assistant, the only one who could absorb Ye Qingfeng’s theoretical explanations the fastest.
Ye Qingfeng’s pace was swift; after one week, he had figured everything out and developed an even more formidable Armor.
"Let’s call it Thorny Armor!" Ye Qingfeng casually picked a name.
Although Ye Qingfeng had done his part, he still needed these scientists to rack their brains, to be given time to digest and understand his theories so that they could lead the people below in producing it.
But that was no longer something Ye Qingfeng worried about; he had no time to waste on these trivial matters.
Stepping onto the Futu Sword, Ye Qingfeng once again quietly left Yanglong.
This time, Ye Qingfeng chose a different direction.
And before long, he found exactly what he was looking for.
It was an island, right in the North Sea, very close to Japan.
Ye Qingfeng did not know that this was a disputed island between Japan and Korea, with both sides vying for it, wanting to gain sovereignty over the island.
The island was called Flowing Wind Island.
The two countries had huge disagreements over this place, but in times of peace they could only restrain themselves.
At this moment, Ye Qingfeng descended onto Flowing Wind Island.
"What a huge island, at least a hundred thousand square meters. Good, very good!"
Excitement flashed in Ye Qingfeng’s eyes as he looked toward a mountain that appeared somewhat plump.
"Waste spirit stones, these are all waste spirit stones. Hidden behind this entire mountain is an endless amount of waste spirit stones. With these waste spirit stones, I can construct Arrays."
Yes, waste spirit stones could be used to lay out Arrays.
The place Ye Qingfeng wanted to turn into his ivory tower required a massive quantity of waste spirit stones.
And here there weren’t just waste spirit stones, but a vast amount of them.
Ye Qingfeng flew straight back to Yanglong and had Tian Shi and the others hurry up and begin producing Black Armor; he had even more to do.
Ye Qingfeng had Little Yue summon the former Assassins of the Divine Court; he needed to begin building his own power.
He had already placed Divine Consciousness Marks on these people, so he wasn’t worried they wouldn’t come.
Under Little Yue’s summons, the people of the Divine Court had almost all finally arrived.
However, there were still two who did not come.
Ye Qingfeng naturally couldn’t let them off; his identity as the Nine Tribulations Immortal Venerable needed to be upheld.
What he said, he would see done.
First he settled these Assassins properly, and when night fell, Ye Qingfeng stepped onto the Futu Sword and headed out.
Since these two hadn’t come, they would have to pay the price. He hoped they were prepared.
Within a certain Sect, a beautiful woman was nestled in a man’s arms.
"Yifeng, I’ve received the signal Little Yue sent. Their master has summoned us to appear," the woman said.
"I told you, you’re my woman now. No one can command you anymore," the man gently shook his head, a hint of arrogance emerging on his face. "If anyone wants to touch you, they’ll have to ask my sword first—Zhu Yifeng’s sword!"
"But that man is really strong!" the woman said through gritted teeth.
Terror flickered in her eyes as she recalled that young man who had charged into the Divine Court with Piao Xue and Little Yue, completely ignoring their defenses.
Their leader had been effortlessly killed, and the control over them had been undone by that delicate-looking youth.
The image of that youth was still etched in her heart.
Though he was refined and gentle in appearance, she knew with absolute clarity that he was definitely not a kind person.
"Strong?" The man immediately revealed a scornful smile, the sword in his hand gleaming with cold light. "I, Zhu Yifeng, am the number one genius of Guanghe Sect. You think I’d be afraid of him? Besides, my father is sitting in town at Guanghe Sect as well!"
Zhu Yifeng’s expression was cold and proud, his confidence overflowing.
The woman also felt slightly more at ease.
It wasn’t that she believed Zhu Yifeng could defeat that youth, but Zhu Yifeng’s father was the Sect Master of Guanghe Sect. With his father there, that youth should be left with no options.
"Sun Qin, we’ve come this far—shouldn’t we..." Zhu Yifeng suddenly grabbed the woman’s hand, speaking with burning passion.
A blush rose on the woman’s face.
She hadn’t wanted to move this fast, but that youth might appear at any moment, and only Zhu Yifeng’s father could protect her.
Only if she completely became Zhu Yifeng’s woman would the Sect Master of Guanghe Sect spare no effort to protect her.
"Mm." Sun Qin nodded lightly.
"Great, let’s go down the mountain!" Zhu Yifeng exclaimed in delight, a trace of lustful fire flashing in his eyes.
He had been suppressing himself for far too long.
"I’m afraid you won’t get the chance..."
Just then, a youth walked out, his face calm and indifferent, without a hint of expression.
His Black Robe fluttered lightly, and he didn’t look like a good person.
He inspired a faint sense of fear.
"Impudent! Who are you? You see me, Zhu Yifeng, and you don’t even bow!" Zhu Yifeng flared up at once; he was the son of the Sect Master of Guanghe Sect.
The Black Robe youth did not answer, merely walked forward slowly.
Zhu Yifeng’s gaze tightened as he stared at the other, suddenly snapping, "You’re not a Disciple of Guanghe Sect. Who the hell are you? Do you know the consequences of trespassing into our Sect?"
Ye Qingfeng gave him a single glance, his eyes icy cold.
At his side, Sun Qin’s body gave a sudden tremor.
It was him. This youth had appeared.