433: Chapter 433 The Stunning Man in Red Underpants, Recommended by the Affairs Officer

As the distance gradually closed, this sense of oppression grew increasingly intense.

Wei Zheng even developed a more absurd illusion.

What he saw was not a person, but a walking sun in the rain curtain.

Inside that seemingly normal physique, there seemed to be energy resembling a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

Against the backdrop of the drizzle, his bare muscles faintly cast a pale golden gloss.

That was an invisible Aura emitted by the power of blood and Qi, exuberant to the extreme.

Wherever he passed, even the chilly drizzle seemed to have its coldness somewhat evaporated.

Although it was raining, it inexplicably made people feel a sense of dry heat...

Wei Zheng watched in a daze, failing to even notice the ash from the cigarette pinched between his fingers dropping onto his pants.

It wasn't until the man walked up to the jeep and stopped.

"Hello, sorry to trouble you, please move aside and shift the car a bit."

The man's voice was very calm.

"Ah?"

Wei Zheng came back to his senses, only to realize that his car happened to block the intersection leading down the mountain.

He subconsciously wanted to shift gears, but the moment his hand touched the gear stick, his movement paused again.

He suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling back onto this strangely behaved naked man, his eyes instantly filled with vigilance.

Just when the other party spoke a moment ago, that blazing, sun-like sense of oppression had vanished without a trace.

As if it had never appeared, truly just an illusion.

Standing in front of the car at this moment was merely a Yingjun young man with an outrageously good figure.

Yet Wei Zheng did not dare to relax in the slightest.

Based on the intuition forged from over a decade of brushing with death in the Special Investigation Team, he could clearly sense that the man in front of him was strong—outrageously strong!

Beneath that seemingly restrained Aura lurked a feral nature that made his hair stand on end.

Such a person was extremely likely to have killed before!

Wei Zheng was suspicious and uncertain, his hand already quietly reaching for the service pistol at his waist, while he loudly demanded:

"Who are you? I'm a police officer, show me your ID!"

Hearing this, Fang Cheng's expression was somewhat speechless.

Then he spread his hands, his eyes seemingly saying:

"Look at my current state, do you think I'm someone who can carry an ID card?"

Wei Zheng was slightly stunned, but did not let down his guard.

His eyes locked onto the muscular man in front of him, thoughts spinning rapidly in his mind.

Which noble family's scion was this?

Or could it be... a humanoid monster intentionally hiding in a rural village?

Fang Cheng was also sizing up the middle-aged man who claimed to be a police officer.

The other party's expression was tense, and the solemnity in his eyes did not seem fake; clearly, he regarded him as some kind of dangerous element.

Without changing his expression, he just stood quietly, waiting for the other party's next move.

One person was inside the car, and one person was outside the car.

The two of them stood in a standoff across a thin curtain of rain, the atmosphere freezing for a moment.

Right at this awkward juncture, a boisterous voice came from not far away.

"Senior Brother Wei, I bought the wine, two bottles of Wuliangchun! Let's go home and try my Culinary Arts!"

Ma Donghe was carrying two wine bottles and ran over excitedly.

When he clearly saw the man standing in front of the car, his eyes widened in pleasant surprise.

"Eh, Fang Cheng, why did you finish your seclusion today?!"

In an instant, the frozen atmosphere was completely shattered.

Wei Zheng first stared blankly at the joy-filled Ma Donghe.

Then, he shifted his gaze to the helpless red-underwear tough guy in front of the car.

His brain crashed for a moment, his mouth opening, but he couldn't utter a single word.

Ma Donghe had no idea what had just happened.

He glanced at the dumbfounded Wei Zheng, then looked at Fang Cheng showing off his muscles in broad daylight.

Finally, his gaze landed on those familiar red underpants, and a wretched, "I understand" smile immediately appeared on his face.

At noon, the sky had completely cleared up.

The bluestone slabs in the courtyard were half-dried by the sun, leaving only some moisture in the shadows at the base of the wall, proving that the sudden heavy rain in the morning had indeed occurred.

The door of the main room was open, and inside, a large round table that could seat ten people was covered with a dazzling array of dishes.

Braised pig trotters with a rich soy sauce aroma, large chunks of double-boiled mutton ribs, golden and shiny roast chicken, and a whole basin of steaming-hot boiled beef.

Eight or nine out of ten were heavy meat dishes, almost filling the tabletop; it could be described as extremely sumptuous.

However, at this moment, the three men sitting at the table had all stopped using their chopsticks and were entirely watching another person eat.

Opposite them, Fang Cheng was buried among a pile of bones.

His eating manner was hard to describe in words.

That wasn't eating; it looked more like performing some kind of high-speed disassembly work.

A roast chicken in his hands turned into a clean skeleton in less than half a minute.

A massive pig trotter had its meat and bones separated in a flash.

His hands grabbed and shoved continuously, and the chewing speed of his mouth rivaled an industrial crusher.

From time to time, crisp cracking sounds of "crack" were emitted, which was the sound of even the bones being chewed to pieces together.

In the trash can beside the table, various food scraps piled into a small mountain at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Ma Jianguo stroked his beard, struggling to maintain his otherworldly Grandmaster demeanor, but his slightly twitching eye corners still exposed his inner turbulence.

Ma Donghe wore a look of reflected glory and treated him as a soulmate.

It was as if Fang Cheng wasn't eating dishes, but rather the exquisite Culinary Arts he had spent years of painstaking effort to hone.

The most shocked person was none other than Wei Zheng.

In the Special Investigation Team, he had seen modified humans who underwent the experimental department's digestive System enhancement.

Even so, their appetite was far inferior to the young man before him.

What truly startled Wei Zheng was not just this exaggerated appetite, but the terrifying digestive capacity and energy conversion rate represented behind it.

He finally figured it out now.

After all that fuss, this tough guy who came down the mountain wearing red underpants was the martial arts Genius that Ma Donghe bragged about every day.

Recalling how he had just interrogated the other person for their ID and almost caused a friendly fire incident, Wei Zheng felt his face burning hot.

However, given this exaggerated eating manner, he couldn't even blame himself for misunderstanding.

This was hardly human; it was simply a prehistoric Vicious Beast just released from a cage.

"Cough."

Ma Jianguo gave a dry cough, picked up his wine glass, and feigned composure as he explained:

"Don't blame Little Wei, A-Cheng has been in closed-door Cultivation in the cave for five days and five nights without a single grain of rice."

"Moreover, what he Cultivates is our Ma Family's Thunder Fire Cauldron Visualization Technique, which extremely exhausts the power of blood and Qi. Now that he has successfully completed his seclusion and come out, it's only right to nourish his body more."

Ma Donghe immediately began to boast:

"I think it's mainly because of my culinary skills, otherwise A-Cheng wouldn't be able to eat with such relish."

Before he finished speaking, what he received was a glare from his old man.

Wei Zheng took a deep breath, suppressing the roaring waves in his heart, and managed to squeeze out a smile:

"Junior Martial Uncle is right... Fang Junior Brother's talent—oh no, this appetite—is truly extraordinary."

Just at this moment, Fang Cheng finally raised his head from the pile of bones.

"Eh, why aren't you guys eating?"

He was still chewing a piece of beef in his mouth, his cheeks bulging, speaking indistinctly:

"Don't be polite, there are so many dishes, I can't finish them all by myself."

With that, he grinned, revealing a gap between his teeth with a few strands of meat stuck in them.

"Oh, oh, eat, eat!"

The three of them snapped out of their trances, immediately raising their chopsticks and burying themselves in picking up food, as if fearing that if they were a step too slow, even the broth wouldn't be left.

Seeing this, Fang Cheng shook his head helplessly.

Actually, he had already restrained himself quite a bit.

If he really let go and ate, I'm afraid even this table couldn't withstand it.

After all, even the flesh and blood of the crimson eye could be digested; mere mortal food was simply insignificant in front of the True Sun Fire.

After they were well-fed and satiated, the dining table covered in messy plates and cups was cleaned up and replaced with a tea set.

Boiling water was poured into the teapot, and the hazy steam mixed with the fresh fragrance of tea permeated the air.

The three of them each held a teacup, sitting idly in the main room, chatting disjointedly.

After this meal, Wei Zheng's impression of Fang Cheng had shifted from a dangerous red-underwear tough guy to an unfathomable young expert, and they could be considered to have a preliminary familiarity with each other.

Ma Jianguo took a sip of tea and concernedly asked about the main business:

"A-Cheng, how does it feel after this seclusion? You said just now that you've mastered the Visualization Technique, have you tried to construct the realm?"

Fang Cheng nodded, then replied truthfully:

"Thanks to Master's blessing, aided by the cultivation environment of the water prison, I have successfully established my intent, visualized a sun, and started building the Inner Scene World."

"Moreover, when building the Inner Scene World, I vaguely touched the threshold of condensing my True Self, but it seems something is still lacking."

"What?!"

Ma Jianguo's hand shook, and scalding tea splashed out, but he remained completely oblivious and stood up in shock.

Beside them, Ma Donghe and Wei Zheng were also dumbfounded upon hearing this.

"A-Cheng, I told you that you could definitely do it!"

Ma Donghe was the first to react, slapping his thigh excitedly, "I Unexpected the progress to be even faster than I thought."

Wei Zheng was filled with sheer disbelief.

The Fang Junior Brother before him looked to be only in his early twenties. At such an age, not only had he successfully established his intent, but he had even begun constructing the realm and touched the threshold of the True Self?

As far as he knew, in the entire history of the Special Investigation Team, the only one who could achieve such a freakish degree was probably that legendary first chief, Li Guizhen.

He had studied martial arts since childhood, encountered the Visualization Technique in his twenties, and now at forty, he was still struggling and stuck at the establishing intent stage.

Yet he did not doubt that Fang Cheng was boasting.

Because just a short while ago, he had personally witnessed that terrifying sense of oppression where the power of blood and Qi was so exuberant it overflowed, as scorching as the sun.

"No wonder, no wonder!"

Ma Jianguo suddenly understood, pacing back and forth in excitement:

"I was wondering why the weather changed so suddenly today, bringing a downpour out of nowhere. It turns out it was the communion of heaven and man, stirring up celestial phenomena."

"There are records in my Ma Family's classics that back when the Old Ancestor achieved success, a radius of ten miles was also filled with lightning and dark clouds."

"Senior Li Guizhen also once broke through in seclusion here, causing peach blossoms all over the mountain to bloom overnight in winter!"

He looked at Fang Cheng, saying both with gratification and some regret:

"A-Cheng, your Opportunity has arrived, but because your Physical Body's blood and Qi reserves are insufficient to support the consumption of that step, you were forced to interrupt."

"Don't worry, though; you are still young with a solid Foundation. After a few more seclusions in the future, you will definitely achieve Perfection!"

With that, he sat back down and began explaining to Fang Cheng various precautions needed after condensing the True Self, acting as a Grandmaster of theory.

Fang Cheng listened attentively, asking questions from time to time.

Especially regarding the secret trick of starting from condensing the True Self to gradually realizing the manifestation of the Inner Scene.

Although Ma Jianguo felt this question was asked a bit too early, considering Fang Cheng's talent, he might truly achieve it within a few years.

So he patiently explained:

"The True Self is the Master of the Inner Scene. The manifestation of the Inner Scene is letting the power of the Inner Scene World interfere with the mundane world, and its key lies in the unity of inside and outside."

"You need to constantly feed the Inner Scene with your own True Qi to make it increasingly solid, and at the same time, continuously verify your own Dao in reality so that the will of the True Self becomes increasingly firm."

"In the Early Stage, this process will manifest as an invisible Aura forming around you, and ordinary people might feel that your Aura is very strong. What you need to do is constantly nurture and strengthen this Aura, mastering it so you can release and retract it at will."

"When your Inner Scene World is as stable as a mountain and your True Self will is as firm as diamond, a single thought is all it takes to completely unleash the power of the Inner Scene, turning this invisible Aura into a visible and tangible outer scene, which can also be called a Domain."

"That is the manifestation of the Inner Scene..."

Fang Cheng listened carefully to the teachings and nodded thoughtfully.

Hearing their conversation, Wei Zheng felt increasingly that this young man before him was unfathomable, and couldn't help asking:

"Junior Brother Fang, could your Qigong cultivation have already reached the level of True Yuan Casting the Cauldron?"

"More than that!"

Before Fang Cheng could reply, Ma Donghe had already rushed to boast on his behalf:

"Senior Brother Wei, let me tell you, A-Cheng is definitely a once-in-a-century martial arts Genius. His True Qi is endless and fierce, as if it costs nothing!"

After bragging, Ma Donghe's face showed a very regretful expression, and he let out a deep sigh:

"Sigh, A-Cheng, how great it would be if you could also take the Special Investigation Team exam. We brothers could fight side by side then, and I could bask in your light."

Wei Zheng's eyes instantly lit up, and he immediately chimed in:

"That's right, Junior Brother Fang, you can totally consider it. An expert like you can only maximize your value in the Special Investigation Team."

Fang Cheng didn't respond directly, only asking doubtfully:

"Didn't the preliminary exams for the Special Investigation Team end long ago?"

"The preliminary exams are only aimed at non-professional civilians."

Wei Zheng then explained in detail:

"Our Special Investigation Team also has a subordinate police academy, which has fixed enrollment quotas every year."

"Donghe and the others passed the preliminary screening to obtain formal qualification to take the exam, and next they will take the re-exam together with the elite cadets from this police academy."

"During this period, if some civilians whose strength has already been proven want to participate, as long as they have an official officer in the team to vouch and recommend them, they can also directly advance to the re-exam."

Having said this, his gaze was burning and earnest as he looked at Fang Cheng:

"With your strength, I believe there's absolutely no problem. Junior Brother Fang, in the capacity of a Tier 2 officer of the Special Investigation Team, I officially invite you to participate in this selection exam."

Fang Cheng thought for a moment, and still declined using his previous reason:

"Forget it, I like being free and easy. I can't stand those rigid rules and constraints, and fighting and killing doesn't suit me."

"Senior Brother Wei."

Ma Donghe immediately chimed in from the side:

"Even if you are willing to be the guarantor, A-Cheng's family situation is rather special, and he might not pass the background check..."

"Donghe!"

Fang Cheng's voice was not loud, but it successfully made Ma Donghe shut his mouth.

Hearing this, Wei Zheng nodded slightly, a flash of understanding passing through his eyes without pressing further.

As an old hand within the System, he knew all too well the weight of those four words: background check.

As if forgetting the matter just now, Wei Zheng continued drinking tea and chatting idly with everyone, bringing up some interesting anecdotes within the Special Investigation Team.

This gave Fang Cheng some new understanding of the country's most mysterious violent apparatus.

Unconsciously, the sun slanted westward, and it was already dusk.

Seeing the time, Wei Zheng suddenly stood up to take his leave.

Ma Donghe quickly urged him to stay:

"Senior Brother Wei, didn't you say you wanted to stay at my house for a few days? Why are you leaving so soon?"

Ma Jianguo also persuaded him:

"Indeed, Little Wei, it's rare for you to come here, stay a couple more days and let Donghe drink a few rounds with you."

"No need, Junior Martial Uncle."

Wei Zheng smiled: "I suddenly remembered I have some urgent matters to deal with at home and must rush back. I'll come visit you again in a couple of days."

During his speech, his gaze lingered on Fang Cheng for a few seconds, his eyes looking somewhat complicated.

Then he turned and went outside, driving that dark green jeep away toward the entrance of the village at a moderate pace.

Inside the main room, Ma Donghe apologetically apologized to Fang Cheng:

"A-Cheng, sorry about that, I shouldn't have brought up your family matters."

Fang Cheng waved his hand, indicating he didn't mind.

However, Ma Jianguo suddenly spoke up:

"A-Cheng, regarding joining the Special Investigation Team, actually... you can think about it carefully, without needing to care about the feelings of this old bone of mine."