DreamersGN Chapter 201 Gathering and Departure
Chapter 201 Gathering and Departure
As is customary in college leagues, each member of the winning team can choose one item from the prize list.
The list was displayed on a giant electronic screen, including fragments of Grade A armor, Grade A battle swords, psionic potions, and various rare materials, each with its market value.
The highest-valued item in the entire event was a Broken Martial Armor, a top-grade A-level item, with a market value of 12 billion.
120,000 people watched the screen, waiting to see what the champion would choose.
Song Chen walked to the prize table and glanced at the items on the display stand.
Armor, sword, arm guards, gauntlets...
Each piece was kept gleaming, shimmering with a cool light under the spotlight.
These prizes are top-tier even in a college league. For a fourth- or even early fifth-tier martial artist, any one of them could elevate their combat power by a level.
His fingers traced across the top of the display stand without touching any equipment, and he walked directly to the potion area at the back.
But none of them appealed to Song Chen.
The system space was almost overflowing with fourth and fifth-tier beast cores, so these prizes were meaningless to him.
He picked up a bottle of dark red potion, the label on which read "Spiritual Marrow Regeneration Fluid, S-grade Recovery".
"That's it."
The host nearly dropped the microphone: "Councilor Song... are you sure you want to choose this? The Broken Armor is over there."
"No need." Song Chen took the medicine and walked up to the host.
"These armors and swords are at most useful to Beast King-level opponents; they mean nothing to me."
This is not an exaggeration.
The whole place erupted.
Beast King level, fifth-tier exotic beast.
At most, it's useful against Beast King-level opponents.
It means nothing to me.
In short, there are four layers of meaning, each one hitting 120,000 people squarely on the head.
The giant electronic screen was still displaying the estimated value of the Broken Armor, but no one was watching it anymore.
Everyone's attention was focused on the bottle of potion in Song Chen's arms, which was worth no more than a billion, not even a fraction of the value of the Broken Martial Armor.
The host's lips trembled three times, but he couldn't get a word out.
No one thought he was lying.
The person who said this was an honorary councilor who single-handedly broke through the beast tide at the age of eighteen. He said that the A-level armor was meaningless to him, and that meant that the A-level armor was truly meaningless to him.
Song Chen carried the medicine off the stage and tossed the Spirit Marrow Regeneration Liquid to Han Zhongming as she passed by.
"Take this to treat your injuries. Recover as soon as possible and go back to protect Tianhai."
Han Zhongming was stunned, but then he realized that he should say thank you.
Turning around, I saw that Song Chen had already boarded the spaceship.
……
When Song Chen returned to the Northern Expedition Command, it was already dark.
The nights in Beijing were colder than in Anning City, but the command center was still brightly lit. Staff officers took turns standing guard in front of the sand table, and the smell of coffee and printer ink mingled together, just like when he first stepped into this place.
As he walked through the hall, several staff members looked up and saw him, then stood up in unison and called out, "Councilor Song!"
He nodded, and without stopping, walked straight to the commander's office at the end of the corridor.
Pushing open the door, Zhou Wangyue was sitting behind the table looking at an intelligence summary, with data streaming continuously on the monitor.
Hearing the noise, he looked up: "Did you win the championship?"
"I'll take it." Song Chen sat down opposite him.
"How is Ye Beichen?"
"He took a knife and didn't fall, not bad."
Zhou Wangyue smiled, turned off the intelligence page on the monitor, and leaned back in his chair.
"The departure time has been set, probably in three to five days. People from the United Kingdom and the European Union are still on their way, and some people from the United States have not yet arrived. The specific date will be determined after everyone arrives."
Song Chen did some mental calculations.
Three to five days, which is neither long nor short.
Killing alien beasts isn't enough, nor is practicing new combat techniques, but there's one thing I can do: stabilize my cultivation level.
After advancing to the Grandmaster level with the Seven Heavenly Thunder Slashes, he hadn't had a proper chance to reflect, and even after his movement technique reached the Grandmaster level, he hadn't engaged in much combat.
Both of these things require time and careful refinement.
Although he won decisively with that strike in the college league, he could clearly feel a slight imperfection in his sword intent when he made the strike. It was imperceptible without careful observation, but a slight difference was still a slight difference.
"Teacher, is there a quiet room? I want to use these few days to solidify my spiritual realm."
Zhou Wangyue reached into the drawer, took out a magnetic card, placed it on the table, and pushed it over.
"The third basement level, the seventh meditation room, used to be used for sixth-level closed-door cultivation. It's soundproof and spirit-proof; you could blow up the ceiling inside and no one outside could hear you."
Song Chen took the magnetic card and stood up.
As I reached the door, Zhou Wangyue's voice came from behind me.
I'll call you when we leave.
The corridor on the third basement level was very quiet. The door to the No. 7 quiet room was cast from a single piece of alloy and was half a meter thick.
Pushing it open reveals a 20-square-meter square space. The walls and ceiling are covered with dark gray energy-absorbing material, instantly swallowing up any footsteps without even an echo.
A low-powered psionic lamp was embedded in the corner of the wall. When the light was turned down to its dimmest setting, it was just enough to see one's own hand clearly.
Song Chen closed the door, cutting off all external sounds. The only sounds in the space were her own heartbeat and the flow of blood and qi through her meridians.
He took down the Heavenly Blade, sat cross-legged in the center of the room, and closed his eyes.
On the first day, he did nothing but introspect.
The Grandmaster-level Seven Thunder Slashes transformed into seven sword lights in his sea of consciousness. The color of each sword light gradually changed from gold-purple to pure gold. He repeatedly analyzed the power points of each sword strike in his sea of consciousness, including the angle of his shoulder, the rotation of his wrist, and the rhythm of the lightning flowing from his dantian to the blade.
He discovered a very slight pause between the third and fourth strikes, less than 0.1 seconds, but it was there.
It wasn't a flaw, it was redundancy, and he began to adjust it.
The next day, he erased that pause.
On the third day, Fuyao.
He simulated the trajectory of continuous teleportation in his mind, including the starting and ending points of the three soaring movements and the gaps between each one.
He doesn't pursue breakthroughs, but only consolidation, building his existing foundation inch by inch.
The third and a half day.
The communicator rang, and Zhou Wangyue's voice came through the terminal, saying only two words: "It's time to set off."
Song Chen opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of stale air.
He had been holding this breath in his dantian for three and a half days, and when he exhaled it, it was accompanied by faint golden arcs of electricity.
He stood up, and a series of fine cracking sounds came from all his joints.
Pushing open the door, a young adjutant in military uniform stood outside, holding a dark gray cloak in his hands.
The cloak is made of a special material, with a layer of dark, shimmering light that slowly rotates on its surface.
The adjutant handed over the cloak with both hands: "Councilor Song, please put this on. This operation will be kept completely secret, and the cloak will help conceal your presence."
Song Chen took the cloak; it was very light, almost weightless.
He put on a cloak, pulling the hood over his head and letting the hem of the cloak hang down to his ankles.
Looking down, he saw that the fluctuations of his internal energy were enveloped by a layer of hazy energy membrane, and the sword intent of the Heavenly Blade was also suppressed to the minimum.
Good stuff.
He walked out of the underground passage and came to the back square of the command center.
The sky was overcast, and the clouds hung low. The square was already packed with people.
Eighty fifth-tier individuals and over three hundred peak fourth-tier individuals.
Everyone was wearing the same dark gray cloak, with the hood covering most of their faces, making it impossible to see their features.
There were four people standing at the very front of the line.
On the far left is Zhou Wangyue. His cloak has no hood, revealing a face with little expression.