127: Chapter 127 Are you sure it's not a genetic mutation?

Chen Mo covered Wen Wan's mouth with his hand; now he understood why this girl had asked him to meet in a secluded place.

"Are you sure it's Abyssal Race genes?"

"It's not a genetic mutation caused by albinism?"

Chen Mo still found it hard to believe. It wasn't that he didn't trust Wen Wan—this girl had risked her life to save him, which meant she was worthy of trust.

But this matter was simply too inconceivable. How could Xueni, whom he had carried in his arms since she was little, have Abyssal Race genes?

"No, I'm certain."

Wen Wan nodded, her tone firm and leaving no room for doubt.

"Genetic mutations caused by albinism are still human genes, but Abyssal Race genes are just that—Abyssal Race genes. You can tell at a glance."

"This is not a change that a mutation could bring about."

"There is only one possibility that could cause this result..."

"And that is... Xueni has recessive Abyssal Race bloodline in her body, which has only just been fully activated."

Chen Mo stood frozen in place, not knowing how to react.

The Abyssal Race were enemies to be killed on sight, so what about Xueni, who possessed an Abyssal Race bloodline?

No, that's not right!

Xueni was human; she was the little sister he had raised with his own hands. How could she be part of the Abyssal Race?

"Chen Mo, only I know about this for now; even my aunt doesn't know."

Wen Wan tugged at the corner of Chen Mo's shirt. His current state made her feel a little afraid.

Chen Mo turned his head abruptly, his heart filled with immense conflict.

Only Wen Wan knew about this right now, so if...

How could he have such a thought!?

Chen Mo took a deep breath and patted Wen Wan's little head.

"It's okay. Don't tell anyone about this for now. I'll go ask the principal."

"Don't worry, Xueni will be fine."

"She is the principal's closed-door disciple; no matter what, the principal will protect..."

Chen Mo trailed off, falling silent. He didn't know how Ouyang Qingfeng would react upon learning this news.

But... regardless, he had to see his master's stance.

If, if his master's attitude was unclear, he would have to find a way to take Xueni and leave.

Go somewhere where no one could find them...

"You should go back and rest first. We have a mission tomorrow."

Chen Mo forced a smile. Wen Wan could see that Chen Mo was in a very bad state, but she didn't know how to comfort him.

The little sister he had raised for over a decade was actually part of the Abyssal Race; no one could accept that.

"Then you... take care of yourself. If anything happens, contact me immediately. I'll see if my family can help."

Wen Wan bit her lower lip and turned to leave.

...

Before long, Chen Mo's figure appeared in front of Ouyang Qingfeng's dilapidated little courtyard.

But before he could push the gate open to enter, he heard a fierce argument coming from inside.

"This is the style of your Limit Faction!"

"There were only one hundred students in this batch stationed there; forty-six were seriously injured, twenty were lightly injured, and two were crippled!"

"Damn it, those are kids! They are all young people!"

"Why the hell did you let them end up like this? Do you even deserve to be a dean?!"

This voice... it sounded like the dean of the Logistics Department, though he didn't know who the person being scolded was.

"And so what!"

"What kids? Once you enter the Abyss, you are a soldier!"

"Martial artists are born to fight!"

"I don't care about anything else. Anyway, before all the martial artists are dead, we will ensure the safety of the Daxia common people one hundred percent!"

"Which martial artist hasn't been tempered in blood and fire?"

"Following your path will only raise a bunch of weaklings with high vitality, spineless cowards!"

"Damn it, do you really think I won't beat you just because you're a woman?!"

"Come on! You spineless coward! Let's see if I can gouge your eyeballs out and hang them on your crotch today!"

The argument between the two grew increasingly intense, but after a muffled thud, it suddenly went quiet.

"Chen Mo, you're at the door, right? Come in first."

Ouyang Qingfeng's somewhat heavy voice rang out, and Chen Mo pushed open the courtyard gate and walked in.

As soon as he entered, Chen Mo saw two heads on the ground.

One was Fang Xiaoming, the dean in charge of the Logistics Department, and the other was Hua Yuqin, the dean of the National Defense Academy.

Don't let Hua Yuqin's beautiful, gentle appearance fool you; she was actually the most hot-tempered person in the entire National Martial Arts University.

She was also a terrifying existence who had once torn an Abyssal Overlord apart with her bare hands.

With her Greed Wolf Claw technique, she had torn countless Abyssal Race members to shreds. Hua Yuqin seemed to have had some unbearable past experience that caused her to have an extreme hatred for the Abyssal Race.

Behind Ouyang Qingfeng stood a tall, upright youth who looked righteous just by his appearance.

"Sit. Don't mind them."

Ouyang Qingfeng was already accustomed to the arguments between the Foundation Faction and the Limit Faction.

There was no actual conflict between the two factions; they just had some 'minor' disagreements on how to cultivate the geniuses in the martial arts university.

"Not resting in the middle of the night—I assume you have something on your mind?"

Chen Mo glanced at Fang Xiaoming and Hua Yuqin, who had been punched into the ground by Ouyang Qingfeng, and then looked at the youth standing behind him.

"It seems to be a big deal."

Ouyang Qingfeng nodded, instantly understanding what Chen Mo meant.

"Fang Xiaoming, Hua Yuqin."

"You two can get lost."

"You can argue, and you can fight, but if you dare to engage in internal strife over serious matters, don't blame me for cleaning up the house myself."

The two Eighth-Grade Martial Kings were berated by Ouyang Qingfeng, but they didn't dare say another word.

The two pulled themselves out of the ground and limped away from the small courtyard.

Chen Mo even saw Dean Hua kick Dean Fang on the backside as they walked away.

"Alright, Qiankun, you go back too."

"Thank you for your hard work guarding the Abyss this time. Get some good rest; I'll need you to lead the team to guard the Abyss again later."

Ouyang Qingfeng nodded at the youth behind him, and the youth also nodded and turned to leave.

After everyone had left and only Ouyang Qingfeng and Chen Mo were left in the courtyard, the old man slowly spoke.

"What, curious about who that kid was just now?"

Ouyang Qingfeng didn't ask what Chen Mo had come for immediately; instead, he started a different topic.

"Yes, is his name Qiankun?"

"That name is quite... unique?"

It was Chen Mo's first time meeting someone with such a name; it was a bit arrogant, to say the least.

"Yes, surname Qian, given name Kun."

"You should know that the current number one in our martial arts university is a junior student, a Rank 7 Grandmaster."

"That person is him."

Chen Mo was stunned. A junior, a Rank 7 Grandmaster?

Twenty years old?

This was a bit ridiculous, wasn't it?

"Yes, and his talent is also ridiculous. It is a Mythical-type talent called 'Martial God'."

Ouyang Qingfeng nodded. He had been very fond of Qiankun back then, but eventually gave up on him.

"Mythical-type?"

Chen Mo was stunned again. Weren't talents divided into Elemental-type, Physical-type, Rule-type, and Concept-type?

How did a Mythical-type pop up?

"Boss Chu, that is, Commander Chu from the Southeast, his talent 'Taotie' is a Mythical-type talent."

"This type of talent is extremely rare; there are only a few in the entire Daxia, so there's no need for any popularization."

Seeing that the atmosphere had eased and Chen Mo's emotions had stabilized significantly, Ouyang Qingfeng slowly spoke.

"So, what business do you have looking for me in the middle of the night?"

"For you to come at this hour, I assume it's no small matter."

Ouyang Qingfeng rarely took out a pot of hot tea from his robes, poured a cup for himself, and poured one for Chen Mo as well.