65: Chapter 65 The Secret in the Incense Burner

"Eh, this..." Ling Lifeng thought for a moment and said, "Given that brat's arrogant nature, I doubt he'd be willing to be a live-in son-in-law."

"However, I heard that the Fifth Legion, which had its designation wiped out back in the day, seems to have been rebuilt by someone."

"Since that brat is an orphan of the Fifth Legion and has the capability himself, if he enters the Fifth Legion, he will surely climb the ranks faster than anyone else."

"If he also receives support from you and Brother-in-law, becoming the Fifth Legion Commander will definitely be just around the corner."

"By then, with his help, Brother-in-law will surely have a great chance of winning in the future heir season."

After speaking, Ling Lifeng thought to himself, "Brat, I've said so many good things for you; the two hundred million I owe you is considered settled this time."

Ling Xiangjun sneered after hearing this, "I certainly hope he has that kind of promise, but do you know how many people are eyeing the Fifth Legion right now?"

"Also, I need to correct you: the capability you mentioned is merely his potential."

"Currently, he is still just a level ten ant, and he is a hundred and eight thousand miles away from the pipe dream you just painted for me."

Ling Lifeng laughed sheepishly, "Sister, regardless of that, he is still a stock with potential."

"You have to know that even if one were to Cultivate the Twin Creation Technique, a Spirit War Master's talent can at most only be raised to Heaven Rank Middle Grade, yet that brat seems even more impressive than Heaven Rank High Grade."

Ling Xiangjun glanced at him. Forget it; this younger brother is ultimately just a Clan Chief of a small Family, with limited vision.

As far as the Su Family is concerned, if Yun Zhuo were the scion of a second-rate Family, only then could he be considered a stock with potential.

A grassroots nobody has no qualifications to become a stock with potential in the eyes of the Su Family; at most, he can only be considered a resource or tool with some value.

Therefore, if he is smart, he should quickly marry into the Su Family, and perhaps then he might be granted a bite to eat.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but regret it. Why did she agree to give him three years? That was a complete waste of time.

...

Yun Zhuo and Teacher Su took the cloud-top elevator back to the ground. As soon as they stepped out of the elevator, the noise of the city rushed toward them.

The traffic on the street was lined up in long queues, and the sound of engines intertwined with the music from the shops along the street.

Office workers in suits clutched their briefcases and hurried along, students with backpacks chased and played in groups of three or five, and there were even young maids holding signs, energetically soliciting customers.

Yun Zhuo looked at the peaceful scene before him, but couldn't help but laugh in his heart.

Who could have imagined that just over a dozen hours ago, the desert outside the city was still a purgatory?

The infighting of the three major Families actually caused tens of thousands of people to die completely overnight.

"What's wrong? Hurry up and get in."

Teacher Su had already transformed into her sports car, shaking the body of the car to urge him on.

Yun Zhuo stopped wallowing in sentimentality. To survive in this shitty world, there are only three conditions: strength, strength, and motherfucking strength.

Having thought this, he straddled the sports car, gently twisted the throttle, and merged into the flow of traffic.

"Xiao Zhuo, are we not leaving the city?"

"Going home first."

Speeding all the way, they returned to Teacher Su's bachelor apartment located behind No. 8 Middle School to retrieve his parents' belongings and, by the way, see what character was written in the incense burner that Li Wanqing mentioned.

Teacher Su opened the door with her fingerprint, but suddenly her shoulder was pressed by Yun Zhuo.

"What's wrong?" Teacher Su's eyes were full of confusion.

"The smell is wrong." Yun Zhuo pulled her back slowly and whispered, "We haven't been home for so long; how could there be a smell of cooking oil in the house?"

Teacher Su sniffed lightly; there really was.

"Could it be coming from next door?"

Suddenly, an eye peeked out from behind the entryway in the room, and Yun Zhuo pulled Teacher Su, wanting to jump out the window.

It wasn't that he couldn't transform for Body Integration indoors, but it was inconvenient; a transformation would likely cause at least one floor to collapse.

Yun Zhuo asked himself, he wasn't a kind person, but he didn't want to hurt innocent people if there was a choice.

As soon as the other person saw Yun Zhuo wanting to jump out the window, they immediately poked their head out and said, "Wait, it's me!"

Yun Zhuo was stunned: "Teacher Wu?"

Wu Song sneaked over, poked his head out to look around, and seeing no one, he asked, "No one came with you, right?"

Yun Zhuo shook his head: "Probably not. By the way, Teacher Wu, I heard that both the Qi and Ling Families are looking for you. How did you get into the city? And you're hiding in my house. Also, how did you find my house?"

"What do you mean your house? Isn't this Teacher Su's house?"

"Forget it, forget it. How did you get into the city? Now that you're in, can you still get out?"

"You don't need to worry about that, brat; I have my own ways."

"I came to tell you that I might not be able to transfer that container of corrosion crystal to your account. I left half of it at Pingfeng Plain; here are the coordinates."

As he spoke, he sent a pair of coordinates to Yun Zhuo's bracelet.

"You could have just sent me this kind of thing directly; why come in person? That's so dangerous."

"First, messages are easily intercepted; if I sent a message, I couldn't be too detailed."

"In that case, if I just gave you the coordinates, you wouldn't know where they were for."

"Second, I just wanted to see you one last time. Once I run, I probably won't see you again."

Yun Zhuo was a little puzzled. Aren't coordinates globally unified? Like in his previous life, as long as you had coordinates, it was global positioning.

However, hearing that Wu Song took such a big risk just to see him one last time, he was still a little touched.

"Thank you, Teacher Wu."

"Why are you being polite with me? By the way, what are your plans for the future?"

"Does Teacher have any good recommendations?"

Wu Song laughed: "I appreciate your cleverness, brat; talking to you is effortless."

"Then I'll be straight with you: with your talent, if you Cultivate for another month, getting into a first-class martial arts academy won't be a problem, and even a super first-class one is worth a shot."

"But if you only barely make the cutoff score for a super first-class martial arts academy, I advise you not to go. Otherwise, I worry that you'll be beaten to death during the freshman placement test, which wouldn't be worth it at all."

"But regardless, I suggest you go to the Twelve Giant Cities to take a look."

"First, it can help you broaden your horizons; second, I hope you can find your life goals from it."

"People, whether they live long or short lives, must ultimately have their own goals; otherwise, no matter how long you live, you're just repeating the same day over and over."

Wu Song had a lot he wanted to say to Yun Zhuo, but unfortunately, he didn't have enough time, so he could only pick out the points he thought were most important to tell Yun Zhuo.

He hoped that if he had the chance in the future, he could go see and experience it for himself.

Finally, under the gaze and blessings of Yun Zhuo and Teacher Su, he said he was going to perform an earth-escaping technique, and even told Yun Zhuo that how much of it he could learn would depend on his own capability.

As a result, they saw him, whoosh, dive into the residential area's sewer.

The two returned home again.

Teacher Wu still had a good sense of boundaries; he only messed up the living room and kitchen of Teacher Su's house, didn't enter the bedroom, and even lit a stick of incense for Yun Zhuo's parents.

Yun Zhuo dumped out the incense ash inside and washed the incense burner clean.

Teacher Su handed over a stainless steel thermos. Following what Li Wanqing said, they placed the cup into the incense burner. The patterns on the inner wall of the incense burner, after being reflected by the cup, turned into characters, but they were a string of matrix numbers.

At the same time, on the other side of the cup, there was a route map that looked like a subway map.

From Yun Zhuo's perspective, he saw an eighty-one-digit, nine-by-nine matrix of numbers.

From Teacher Su's perspective, she saw the route map and immediately exclaimed in surprise: "A treasure map!"

Yun Zhuo frowned and said: "Then what does this string of numbers mean?"

"Coordinates."

"Coordinates always appear in pairs, so how many coordinates are these nine-by-nine ones?"

"Then think carefully, are there any other clues?"

Yun Zhuo shook his head.

Next, the two studied the incense burner for a long time, but still didn't find any new clues.

Perhaps, as Teacher Wu said, it was because their current vision was insufficient; even if the truth was placed right in front of them, they couldn't see it.