269: Self-absorbed man

“A defeated opponent.”

Inside the interrogation room.

Only one light was on.

The glaring light shone on Yun Zhiyi’s face.

Shen Bei, meanwhile, sat opposite him, hidden in the darkness.

Even inside the room, one could hear the chilling screams of prisoners being whipped and tortured by other soldiers.

“I’ll give you one more chance. Do you think you can beat me?” Shen Bei asked again.

Yun Zhiyi had his eyes closed, adopting the attitude of a dead pig not fearing boiling water: “You are indeed very strong, but I still look down on you. You will never know the true meaning and end of the Martial Dao.”

“If you don’t tell me, how will I know?” Shen Bei asked with a smile.

Yun Zhiyi laughed heartily, sweeping away the gloom: “So, you rushed back in such a hurry, are you trying to curry favor with me?”

“If your information is worth that much, I wouldn’t mind even bringing you foot-washing water,” Shen Bei said openly.

Ever since Shen Bei heard Bai Wei’s account of past events, he increasingly felt that Yun Zhiyi must have obtained some extremely important information, which led to his disappearance.

As for betrayal… it didn’t seem to be the case, but it was somewhat related.

After all, three comrades sacrificed themselves to get Yun Zhiyi into the Headhunter Tribe, only for it to be in vain; he did nothing and then disappeared.

It was indeed a bit unfair to their sacrifice.

This also made Shen Bei suddenly remember something.

He had forgotten who said it, maybe Gu Changfeng, maybe General Training Instructor Cheng Liaoyuan, or someone else.

Shen Bei had heard that the Military once sacrificed comrades to plant a mole within the Headhunter Tribe.

But that mole betrayed them.

Could it be Yun Zhiyi they were talking about?

Shen Bei wasn’t sure; after all, there were ten Military regions in the country, so it might have been something from another Military region.

Shen Bei didn't want to ask too much about it.

He just wanted to know what exactly made Yun Zhiyi abandon his faith.

One must know that Martial Artists who could enter the Military were at least qualified in terms of ideological education.

They certainly wouldn't be brainwashed by the Headhunter Tribe.

Bai Wei might have misjudged, but she definitely wasn't blindly directing; she must have understood and tested Yun Zhiyi.

Only after he met the conditions for 潛伏 would he be chosen, not just any Military person.

So, what exactly caused Yun Zhiyi to change? This was something Shen Bei was extremely curious about.

At this moment, Yun Zhiyi’s expression shifted slightly, and he looked at Shen Bei in the darkness with a somewhat strange gaze.

He had seen shameless people, but never one as thick-skinned as Shen Bei.

To get some information, he was willing to abandon his dignity, even offering to bring foot-washing water.

Yun Zhiyi’s originally solemn face immediately broke into a smile, forming dozens of deep wrinkles, looking both aged and genuinely simple: “Has Bai Wei’s approach to selecting people changed so much now?”

Shen Bei’s gaze flickered for a moment, but then he smiled: “I’m not her successor. I can’t do anything big; I just need to take care of myself.”

“Heh.”

Yun Zhiyi just waved his hand, forcing a smile: “Anything else? When will you execute me?”

“You can die anytime, anywhere.”

Shen Bei stood up: “But sometimes, death is a luxury. Let’s stop here for today; we’ll talk another day.”

“Talk about what?”

“About why you disappeared for ten years.”

“Don’t bother,” Yun Zhiyi said with an indifferent attitude: “I believe in Reincarnation; I’ll start over in my next life.”

“You believe what you believe.”

Shen Bei walked out of the room, saying one last thing: “I also believe that with a little more intensity, you’ll spill everything. I’ll give you three days to recover from your injuries; don’t start whining after a little while and wet yourself, that’s embarrassing.”

“You can try using torture.”

“I’ll try it.”

…

Leaving the prison.

Shen Bei stretched.

Such bright sunshine!

He was in a good mood.

One couldn’t rush with Yun Zhiyi; slowly pushing his limits, there were no teeth that couldn’t be pried open.

Anyway, there was no rush; they could take their time.

He had to squeeze out all the secrets from him.

He leisurely returned to the Military villa.

Shen Bei entered the basement.

It was still early, but it was too late to go out for odd jobs.

Shen Bei didn’t waste time.

He planned to Cultivate some Martial Skills.

So far, Seven Stars Fist and King Kong Indestructible were fully mastered and no longer needed practice.

Phantom Step… also had room for Cultivation.

Currently, Shen Bei could backpedal 100 meters, which was far from enough.

The Martial Skill: Heart-Piercing Cannon Hammer was also fully Cultivated.

Absorbing Skill also had significant room for improvement; mainly, the Dantian couldn't store much True Qi before it had to be expelled.

What a waste.

Expanding storage capacity was a key direction for Cultivation.

As for distance… the limit of telekinesis was thirty meters, and it couldn't be increased by a single millimeter.

This was indeed a pain point; Shen Bei thought that he should find another Martial Artist to Breakthrough the distance limit to complement the Absorbing Skill.

Another area, blade techniques, was still lacking.

This Star Constellation Intermittent Kill had one absorption and three forms.

The one absorption was a specific breathing method, which had been fully Cultivated.

The first form, Star Constellation Intermittent Kill, was fully Cultivated.

The second form, Sun and Moon Light and Dark Blade Drawing Style, was fully Cultivated.

The third form, Void Lunar Array - Damaged, he had always failed to grasp the key to it.

Shen Bei decided to try Cultivating the third form of the blade technique.

He struck a pose and practiced breathing for a while.

He performed the third form.

As soon as the movements began.

Pfft…

Shen Bei immediately spat out a mouthful of old blood.

“Hiss~~ It’s still not working. This thing truly lives up to its name; no one has ever Cultivated to the third form. It’s damn hard!”

Shen Bei thought he should be a Genius.

Yet, it still followed the Martial Skill book’s description: so far, no Martial Artist had been able to Breakthrough the third form.

Of course, this didn’t mean this Martial Skill was a dead skill.

It just meant he hadn’t grasped the right timing and essentials.

Shen Bei rubbed his chin; he couldn’t practice this anymore.

The more he practiced, the more he would spit blood.

He could easily practice himself to death.

Next, Shen Bei began Cultivating Phantom Step and Absorbing Skill.

Extending the distance of Phantom Step and expanding the Dantian’s storage capacity.

By evening.

After a round of Cultivation, Shen Bei's Phantom Step increased by 10 meters.

His Dantian was also expanded by a circle.

“There’s also the Rage Blood Overlord Body Martial Skill, which has no Cultivation progress yet.”

Shen Bei rubbed his stomach; he was hungry.

“I’ll practice this new Martial Skill after dinner!”

Leaving the basement.

Shen Bei walked out of the villa, along the road, and arrived at the Military’s cafeteria.

The Military’s food, well, goes without saying, right?

Breakfast “4422+” and lunch/dinner “5622+”

Absolutely formidable!

Moreover, this Military headquarters was a place where leaders of all levels gathered, not where soldiers were barracked.

In China, there was a characteristic: wherever it was related to a leader's station, you could eat your fill.

Top-notch!

Shen Bei was not polite, carrying his tray.

Baked prawns in oil, flying swallows returning, green pepper beef slices, Hunan stir-fried pork, and so on.

Staples included Roujiamo, noodles, baked flatbreads, and rice.

Eat to your heart’s content!

And, more importantly, it didn’t cost any money.

Shen Bei loved eating free food; it tasted exceptionally good.

He piled his plate full.

Shen Bei prepared to find a table to sit down.

He looked around.

There were quite a few people in the cafeteria, all wearing Military uniforms.

Only Shen Bei wore a fitted casual outfit.

After searching for half a circle, he finally found an empty seat.

Only one person was eating at that table.

Shen Bei walked over and then saw that this person was quite… unconventional!

Like him, he wasn’t wearing a Military uniform, but a casual outfit.

The man was about twenty years old, with a profound aura, a face like jade, and was exceedingly handsome.

At the same time, in front of the dining table, a full-length mirror was placed, supported by a tripod.

Every time the man took a bite of food, he would look at himself in the mirror.

Then a self-satisfied smile would appear on his face.

To Shen Bei, this person seemed like a pervert, extremely narcissistic about his appearance, constantly admiring himself in the mirror.

What a weirdo!

Shen Bei was a little surprised.

The serious Military headquarters actually had such characters lurking about?

Quite interesting.

Shen Bei walked over, glanced at the man in the mirror, and asked: “Is this seat taken?”

The man nodded: “You can sit.”

Shen Bei sat opposite him, looking at the mirror for a moment, then at the man, and couldn’t help but ask curiously: “You are…”

The man smiled and replied: “New here? Of course, I’m admiring myself. Life is short, and fate is fleeting. One should look at one’s handsomeness more often; it makes one happy.”

“Then you don’t mind if I share some happiness?” Shen Bei’s eyes suddenly gleamed, and he asked with a smile.

“I am happy to share my handsomeness with others.”

Shen Bei slapped the table and laughed: “You have a grain of rice on your mouth.”

The man panicked: “Really?”

He searched back and forth in the mirror.

As if anything that ruined his handsomeness was a mortal enemy.

“Just kidding,” Shen Bei said with a mischievous grin.

The man twisted his nose and curled his lips fiercely: “That’s boring.”

“Shen Bei,” Shen Bei announced his name.

The man then turned to look at him, and said, “Oh, I remember now. My name is Zhuang Bifan.”

Shen Bei: ???

Are your father and Niu Yanben’s father the same person?

What kind of name is that!

It sounded like a joke.

Zhuang Bifan continued to admire himself in the mirror, then spoke again: “Your photo of planting the flag in the Changtu County underground cave is good, but it looks a bit staged to me.”

Shen Bei: …

Nonsense.

If it wasn’t staged, then what?

The photographer couldn’t even keep up with his speed, alright.

“The main emphasis is on the Concept and significance,” Shen Bei explained: “What does it matter if it’s staged?”

Zhuang Bifan turned his head and looked at Shen Bei: “Look at my face.”

“Hmm, it’s indeed very dazzling.”

“This is a purely natural face,” Zhuang Bifan continued to look in the mirror, self-absorbed: “So, pursuing a natural form is the best beauty. Staging has no meaning.”

“It’s you who thinks it’s meaningless.”

Zhuang Bifan didn’t say anything more, eating leisurely while admiring himself in solitary splendor.

It made Shen Bei feel a little nauseous.

Overall, Zhuang Bifan’s appearance was above average, but his narcissism was severely over the top.

After Zhuang Bifan finished eating, he tidied up his tray.

Then he carried the meter-long mirror and left.

Shen Bei: …

No way?

This guy with a hole in his head, carried a mirror everywhere?

It was truly incomprehensible.

What a weirdo.

Just as Shen Bei had eaten his fill.

Shen Bei’s phone suddenly rang.

He opened it.

It was a WeChat message from Jian Tong.

A photo and a voice message.

The photo was of the main entrance of Shencheng Martial Arts University.

Shen Bei glanced at it and immediately widened his eyes.

The photo showed Du Ziteng and Niu Yanben, bruised and swollen, tied up and hung on the main gate.

Below them, Qi Chuanyu and Liao Zhongyang were surrounded by a group of people, arguing.

Jian Tong’s voice message urgently shouted: “Hurry over! Someone is bullying Zha Tian Gang!”

Damn it!

It must be the Xingchen Martial Arts Club causing trouble, right?

Damn it, dare to bully my people?

Shen Bei’s anger flared instantly.

He didn’t have time to take the stairs.

He jumped directly out of the window.

Heading straight for the Martial Arts University!