40: Chapter 40 Barehanded Moth Catching? The Weakest Elder Awakens: I'll Take on Ten!

Jiang Chen sighed, set down the thermos in his hand, and walked over.

"Elder."

Jiang Chen patted the Elder's arm, which was as hard as stone. "We are here for a physical examination, not to show off. With your protective aura active, how are they supposed to work? Cooperate a little; they're waiting to hand out the phones over there."

"Hand out phones?"

The Elder's eyes lit up.

On the way here, he had heard Jiang Chen bragging about that magical artifact called a "mobile phone," which could transmit sound over a thousand miles and play shows (videos).

"Fine, fine, fine. For the sake of the phone."

The Elder took a deep breath, and the golden light on his body slowly receded. "Little girl, try again! This time, this old man won't channel his energy!"

The young nurse changed to a new needle, gritted her teeth, and stuck it in again.

This time, it finally went in.

Watching the dark red blood flow through the tube into the collection vial, the Elder looked curious. "Yo, this tube can even suck blood automatically? Is it some kind of blood-thirsty magical artifact? Could you give this old man a few later? It would definitely be convenient for storing monster beast blood!"

The imaging department next door was even livelier.

The doctor in charge of the CT scan was looking at the image on the screen, doubting his life.

"This... this isn't right!"

The doctor pointed at a black shadow on the screen, his hands trembling. "X-rays can't penetrate it! They can't penetrate it at all! This person's internal organs are all high-density energy clusters! The bone density is higher than titanium alloy! Is this even a human? This is practically a humanoid nuclear reactor!"

Elder Qingxu, lying on the CT machine, thought it was over, sat up, and asked, "Doctor, how is it? Is my Golden Core still there? I've been feeling a bit inflamed lately; has my Golden Core cracked?"

Doctor: "..."

Sir, you call that a Golden Core? That's more like a highly enriched uranium sphere!

It was a hassle that lasted a full three hours.

This cross-dimensional "entry physical examination" finally ended in a chaotic mess.

All the Elders were led to the conference room, and each was given a brand-new Huawei Mate70 Pro (Taichu Special Edition, with gold-rimmed casing).

"Everyone, this is your identity token in Blue Star."

Jiang Chen stood on the podium, with a huge QR code displayed on the big screen behind him.

"Walking in Blue Star, we don't look at waist plaques or faces; we look at this—the Health Code."

"Come on, follow my instructions. Open WeChat, tap this green icon... Right, then point it at your face. This is called facial recognition."

A group of old monsters who had lived for hundreds or thousands of years were now clumsily holding their phones, gesturing at the screens.

"Scan? Do I scan it with my divine sense?" Elder Huoyun pressed the phone against his forehead.

"Oh no! Why is the screen black? Is it out of spiritual energy?"

"Don't press randomly! That's the self-destruct... Oh wait, no, that's the power button!"

Elder Qing Rou held the phone, looking at herself on the screen, and suddenly exclaimed, "Oh my! How does this mirror show my pores so clearly? It's so shameful! This must be a top-tier magical artifact with the Divine Light of Truth-Seeing!"

"Beep! Green code."

With a crisp prompt sound, Elder Qing Rou's Health Code registration was successful.

Jiang Chen breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

This was more tiring than building an atomic bomb.

"Alright, everyone."

Jiang Chen clapped his hands. "From now on, you are legal residents of Blue Star. Our delegation is officially established!"

"Next, we will split up and go to our respective posts to shine and contribute."

"Those who like artifact refining, follow Director Lei to Baosteel and the Aviation Institute." Elder Huoyun immediately raised his hand, his eyes burning with fervor.

"Those who like formations, go to Huawei and the Institute of Physics at the Chinese Academy of Sciences." Elder Qingxu nodded, looking thoughtful.

"Those who like planting herbs..."

Jiang Chen looked at the quiet Elder Qing Rou. "Elder Qing Rou, you go to our National Botanical Garden. A test field has been prepared for you there, along with the latest greenhouse technology; you can plant whatever you want."

Elder Qing Rou nodded obediently, hugging her phone, looking harmless to both humans and animals.

...

Late at night.

In the dormitory area of the desert base.

The Elders were all in their respective rooms studying the faucets that automatically dispensed water and the light bulbs that glowed, having a great time.

Elder Huoyun, having taken apart the air conditioner and being unable to put it back together, was even explaining to Lei Keming what "magical artifact reassembly" meant.

Meanwhile, in a room at the end of the corridor.

Elder Qing Rou sat cross-legged on the bed, not studying electrical appliances like the others.

She held the tablet computer that Jiang Chen had given her, the screen's light reflecting on her gentle and delicate face.

She was watching a movie.

To relieve their boredom, Jiang Chen had stored several terabytes of film and television resources on the tablets.

He originally intended for them to watch documentaries to learn about Earth civilization, but Elder Qing Rou slipped and clicked into a folder named [Real Kung Fu].

The first movie was titled "Ip Man."

On the screen, the man wearing a long gown faced ten Japanese martial artists and said calmly, "I want to fight ten."

Then, there was a flurry of fast-paced, visceral attacks. The chain punch, bridge-hand sensing, and sticky hands.

There was no fluctuation of spiritual energy.

No Flying Swords.

Relying entirely on physical structure, physical inertia, and human kinetics, he unleashed a dazzling lethality.

Elder Qing Rou was stunned.

In Taichu Holy Land, she was responsible for spiritual plants. She had a weak personality; usually, she wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken, and when fighting, she would only hide in the back and throw seeds.

In the cultivation world, body cultivators were considered crude, while Dharma cultivators were noble.

But at this moment.

Watching the fluid, water-like movements in the movie, watching the dull thuds of fists hitting people, she felt as if something was awakening inside her.

It was the most primitive craving for "impact," suppressed for hundreds of years.

"So..."

Elder Qing Rou stretched out her slender fingers, imitating the movements in the movie, and gestured in the air.

"Without using spiritual energy, one can still fight so beautifully?"

"This is called... Wing Chun?"

She murmured, her eyes becoming brighter and brighter; it was the excitement of discovering a new continent.

Just then, a huge moth, unique to the desert, flew in through the slightly opened window, buzzing and crashing around.

Elder Qing Rou raised her hand subconsciously.

She did not use any spiritual energy, nor did she even use her divine sense to lock onto it.

She simply imitated the movement from the movie, flicked her wrist, and her index and middle fingers, like a pair of scissors, instantly caught the high-speed flying moth.

Fast.

Accurate.

Ruthless.

The moth struggled desperately at her fingertips, its wings flapping, but it remained motionless.

Elder Qing Rou was stunned.

She looked at her fingers, then looked at Donnie Yen on the screen hitting the wooden dummy, and the corners of her mouth slowly curled into a smile that she had never had before—one carrying a hint of excitement and danger.

"A bit interesting."

She loosened her hand, released the moth, and watched its panicked retreating figure.

"This kind of Kung Fu on Blue Star... seems much more fun than planting herbs?"

She lowered her head, swiped on the tablet, and clicked on the next movie.

Movie title: "SPL: Sha Po Lang."

The night was deep.

This Elder from Taichu Holy Land, the most gentle, most harmless one who didn't even dare to speak loudly, had opened a door to a new world in this world without spiritual energy.

And on the other side of the door, there were no flowers or applause.

It was fists, and thugs.

"Tomorrow..."

Elder Qing Rou turned off the tablet, lay down on the soft Simmons mattress, and looked at the ceiling light.

"I'll find a place to practice."

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