Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

After the group left, Zhao Yan, Nolan Wei, and other club members gathered around, and Lin Rui also stepped forward. Zhao Yan's brow was also furrowed tightly, "Sister Yu Feicui, is our coach okay?" During the time that Fei Yunlai had been employed, he had taught him many martial arts secrets, advising him on how to cultivate and how to enhance his combat strength. Although the head coach was somewhat biased, Zhao Yan was still very grateful to Fei Yunlai. "He should be fine." Yu Feicui shook her head, "Although I don't know where he is hiding now, since these military personnel from Xinghai have come here, it means they really can't find my brother's location and have no more strategies to consider." This was Fang Xianzheng's territory belonging to the Tianlan Group; these people from the Xinghai military must have been forced to come here to create a dispute. What really troubled Yu Feicui was that she was the one who had hired Fei Yunlai, so she had brought trouble to Miss Fang and the Tianlan Group. She didn't know what the higher-ups would think. Lin Rui knew where Fei Yunlai was hiding. The corporeal body of Fei Yunlai and the combat dragon were resting in a secret base not far next door. However, that guy's mood was probably very bad now. With Wang Tianwu applying for employment proactively, Fei Yunlai's lifetime contract would be locked in. This was something Lin Rui had not anticipated; he had originally wanted to see how Fei Yunlai would struggle next. Nolan Wei's eyes were full of confusion, "Looking at these people, they seem quite influential. They could possibly be backed by a three-star or even four-star general. How could a shrewd person like Coach Fei offend such a high-ranking official?" "I'm not very clear about his issues." Yu Feicui shook her head again: "You don't need to worry about this matter. I've already informed Ranran, and she will handle it. You just focus on the competition, as this is the last match and it needs to end well." This afternoon was the final battle of the season, the last match of the Ninth Base University Martial Arts League. Although the team, including Fang Ranran, had been somewhat distracted due to special reasons after the match with the Second City University, their cultivation levels had progressed rapidly. With Lin Rui at the helm, they had won all the subsequent matches and had secured first place several matches ahead. The league would be followed by the championship, also known as the playoffs, selecting sixty-four teams from the fourteen base cities to fight in the Martial Arts Association's "Martial Hall" until a winner was decided. Last season, the Ninth Base City ranked twelfth overall. According to the scoring rules, they only had three spots for the competition, with possibly one or two additional invitations. Nolan Wei was not concerned about the afternoon's match, his eyes filled with doubt, "I don't know where our club president has gone these past few days; I haven't seen her. Will she participate in this afternoon's competition?" Nolan Wei had seen the young miss several times at Tianji Star, but it was obviously controlled by an auxiliary AI, not Fang Ranran herself. Since the dramatic event in Luo Jing City that shocked all the heterogeneous travelers, Fang Ranran had shifted her focus to this side of the Earth Federation. When Yu Feicui heard this, she shook her head for the third time, "She should be back; she didn't ask for any time off from me." Of course, Fang Ranran hadn't informed her about her situation either. Lin Rui's arms were crossed, and his expression was somewhat unusual. He knew what Fang Ranran was up to; the young miss was busy over at Ruifang Pharmaceutical Company. Meanwhile, Fang Ranran also wanted to poach his people. Just five days ago, Fang Ranran made contact with Guang Ming Heart Number 9, actually wanting to ally and reach a partnership deal to help her compete for a congressional seat. The girl was only 19! Yet she harbored ambitions of entering Congress! Lin Guangming had already consulted him about it, but Lin Rui was still hesitating. He naturally hoped the young miss could enter Congress, but the question was whether Fang Ranran could secure enough votes. Due to the special status of Tianji Star, nearly two-fifths of the Congressional seats came from the fourteen base cities after the former president's reforms. The Ninth Base City had thirteen seats, and only the top thirteen vote-getters could secure a seat in the federal Congress. However, the legal citizen population of the Ninth Base City was as high as eight hundred thirty million, and the voter turnout rate was extremely high each year, meaning Fang Ranran needed to secure at least 40 million votes to be safe. Although Guang Ming Sacred Church managed by Number 9 had 17 million registered believers, only about 70 to 80 percent of them were truly devout and willing to follow the church's commands. If Fang Ranran won, it would obviously be good, but if the campaign failed, then Guang Ming Sacred Church would expose their strength, attracting significant trouble. Lin Guangming, seeing Lin Rui unable to make a decision for the time being, took the initiative to assign tasks to Fang Ranran, preparing to use the Fang family's influence to arrange jobs for some undocumented members of their sect and obtain legal citizenship from the government. If Fang Ranran wanted to cooperate with them, she had to show sincerity first! Of course, this was also beneficial for Fang Ranran herself—the more legal citizens within Guang Ming Sacred Church, the larger her voter base. Guang Ming Sacred Church had always been expanding. With Lin Rui's support in various respects, the expansion rate continued to increase; by this election, the number of registered believers in Guang Ming Sacred Church had reached 18 million. If they could all have citizenship, that would mean 18 million votes. Yu Feicui calmed a few team members, then hurriedly left. Lin Rui walked to a corner ring, practicing while live streaming, coaxing his fans to donate or buy merchandise from Tianlan Corporation. Zhao Yan, Nolan Wei, and Lu Fang still huddled together, talking about matters concerning Tianji Star. "Did you hear? Today, more than 100 different phenotype walkers got planted!" "That many? Weren't they saying that those few cases at the Espionage Bureau were nearing their end? The remnants who could be caught have been caught; those who couldn't have fled." "It's that Lin Hao. He issued another directive, ordering stringent checks on various drugs and military hardware materials. Now, in Song Dynasty's various counties, checks are rigorous, and those from the Imperial Guard are like mad dogs." "I heard about that; it was aired in the news. They say he also issued a circular to the other three great dynasties and Zhongzhou, inviting them to crack down together, causing the price of bulk goods in these areas to skyrocket. Now in Ninth Base City, prices for various health medicines and weapons have increased sharply." "The nutritionist in the cafeteria complained to me, saying that making one nutrition meal now costs at least 10 federal coins more. If it weren't for East Asia urgently sending some over, I don't know what our price would have become! It's still manageable here under East Asia's oversight, but I've heard other base cities are filled with complaints and have even seen protests." Although these people were speaking in hushed voices, they didn't deliberately avoid Lin Rui. Hearing this, Lin Rui couldn't help but feel a bit guilty. He couldn't be fully blamed for the situation. How much had Lin Rui himself grabbed? Merely over forty billion. Like the Tian Shui Zhuang family, the Tai Yuan Deng family, they were relishing the profit, having prepared the second batch of goods in just a few days, but the total value was only 45 million taels of magic silver. Lin Rui could at most make another 57 million taels of magic silver from this batch. The bit he sold, when invested in the scope of the entire Earth Federation, was merely a drop in the ocean. It only showed that those capitalists were evilly profit-driven, taking any chance to raise prices and harvest the Federation's internal population. Of course, he had to take it as a lesson and not overdo it next time. "Anyway, we still need to be careful. This Espionage Bureau Commander, I don't even know how to describe him. In theory, we should be thankful to him—we might be dead without him. But this person is truly a disaster for the entire Federation." "Actually, it's not too bad. Most of those arrested this time are privately funded phenotype walkers. Their identities are problematic, and their cultivation isn't solid." Phenotype walkers are divided into publicly funded and privately funded. Public funding means they are developed by the Federation, passing the phenotype exam, subsidized by the Phenotype Management Bureau, assigned identities, and managed. Privately funded phenotype walkers are more numerous and come from more complex backgrounds, with much lower thresholds. Zhao Yan forced a smile: "But don't take it lightly. Among the arrested phenotype walkers this time are also many veterans. You didn't see those constables in Jing Zhao Fu; to make up for previous oversights, they're now patrolling the streets extensively, stopping if they see suspicious persons. The social leader specifically instructed that it's best not to go out in these next few days." "Look at the social leader; he's also been staying indoors these past few days." Lin Rui was just hearing this when he received a message from Gong Hengdao. Gong Hengdao: BOSS, avoid appearing in front of the window for the next three minutes. Lin Rui's eyebrows lifted; he glanced towards a nearby window. Gu Ying Tiandao (Lin Rui): What happened? Gong Hengdao, now the head of security at Lin Rui's "Phenotype Workshop." Fei Yunlai couldn't compete with him, simply because the security personnel recruited this time were all former military members. Additionally, due to being hunted by a four-star marshal, Fei Yunlai wasn't capable of taking up a managerial position at Ninth Base City. Gong Hengdao: We've spotted two snipers, both recipients of the Dark Glory Medal in the sixth realm, and they have two accomplices nearby. Gong Hengdao: Sorry BOSS, these individuals seem to have circumvented the dark web intermediaries and taken the job through private channels. There was no trace or warning beforehand; we couldn't provide an early alert. Gu Ying Tiandao (Lin Rui): I don't care about those details, I just want to know if you can take care of them? Far away, Gong Hengdao grinned slightly, casting a glance over the combat group in front of him. Gong Hengdao: BOSS, you have six 6S-level tactical squads under you, including No. 9, a top-level hacker! I assure you we'll finish the battle within three minutes, and I'll try to leave one alive. Also, his strength had recently returned to its peak, and he was about to enter the seventh realm any day now. Reading Gong Hengdao's response, Lin Rui felt nostalgic. Four months ago, those two recipients of the Dark Glory Medal in the sixth realm would have meant certain death for him. But now, Lin Rui didn't need to act personally. His wings were already full—