32: Chapter 32 There's a demonic aura in the factory.

Qin Feng knew that Lu Yunsong was about to become a "Great Master of Painting Cakes"—making empty promises.

Whatever he wanted, he would give?

He naturally wouldn't believe such nonsense.

However...

Given Lu Yunsong's temperament...

He likely wouldn't be stingy with rewards that didn't exceed his means. For instance, with the "Magic Blade" currently in his hand, given Lu Yunsong's power, status, and wealth as a Martial Artist, he clearly wouldn't care much about it.

Suddenly.

Qin Feng's eyes flashed.

A bold idea burst into his mind.

He weighed his words for a moment, then said to Lu Yunsong:

"Director Lu, I have always looked up to those Martial Artists who can fight giant beasts. I long for the day when I too can contribute to the country and humanity by killing those behemoths!"

"I wonder..."

"If I can perform Anatomy on another Medium Grade crystal, could I trade it for an opportunity to Cultivate and become a Martial Artist?"

Martial Artist Cultivation.

For those in the Lower City, it remained an extremely mysterious matter.

The closest things to the concept of a "Martial Artist" were the teachers and students of martial arts training classes. However, Qin Feng had never heard of a single Martial Artist being born from a training class in the Lower City; there wasn't even a single Quasi-Martial Artist.

And even so.

The fees for martial arts training classes were still outrageously high.

There was no other way.

The status of a Martial Artist was simply too noble.

Even if it was just a sliver of a connection to the concept of a "Martial Artist," giving people a hope of practicing the martial Dao, it could still elevate one's status immensely and be assigned great monetary value.

Originally, Qin Feng planned to save enough money to find a relatively reliable training class and try his luck. Although the titan blood crystal could give him the chance to reach the level of a Martial Artist on a physical and genetic level...

But.

The reason a Martial Artist was a Martial Artist...

...lay not only in physical strength.

Or the nobility of genes.

But also in having Kung Fu and Moves.

If he could truly learn some real Kung Fu and use the crimson cheat to grind proficiency, he might just take off.

However...

With a real Martial Artist like Lu Yunsong right in front of him...

...why go looking far and wide?

Besides, those so-called training classes weren't necessarily reliable.

So.

Qin Feng decided to try.

"Hmm?"

Hearing this, Lu Yunsong's eyes suddenly sharpened. His gaze lingered on Qin Feng, an unreadable expression appearing on his cold face.

The Young Man surnamed Chen on the side couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"You want to Cultivate to become a Martial Artist? Do you realize how naive that sounds?"

"The path of a Martial Artist is as difficult as ascending to the heavens."

"Even the Saints in the Upper City, who are born with 'Heavenly Saint Genes' and are baptized daily with Holy Water by the Goddess Sect—their bodies stainless, genes pure, bones translucent, and talent extraordinary—even they, practicing martial foundation methods from childhood, only have a ten to twenty percent chance of becoming a Martial Artist."

"For those with ordinary 'Elite Genes' or even 'noble genes,' the probability of becoming a Martial Artist is less than one in a hundred."

"Otherwise, the concept of fleshpunk wouldn't be so popular in the Upper City, because even most people in the Upper City have no hope of becoming Martial Artists."

"Many people become obsessed with martial arts to the point of madness, and in the end, they truly become lunatics and mental patients without even scratching the surface of the martial Dao."

"And with just you, a person from the Lower City..."

Feeling Lu Yunsong's slightly cold gaze sweep over him, the Young Man surnamed Chen's words faltered.

But he still muttered under his breath:

"A person from the Lower City wanting to become a Martial Artist? Heh, it's simply wishful thinking..."

This time, Lu Yunsong didn't reprimand the Young Man surnamed Chen for his mockery and offense toward Qin Feng.

He looked at Qin Feng.

Though his expression remained normal...

...a hint of ridicule flashed in the depths of his eyes.

Clearly.

The idea of "practicing the martial Dao" proposed by Qin Feng was, in his eyes, indeed a joke—a joke born of overestimating oneself.

"Manager Qin, do you know why I brought these high-tech firearms down for you to choose from?"

Lu Yunsong patted Qin Feng's shoulder.

Slowly.

Powerfully.

He smiled and said:

"Because this is the simplest and most efficient way for you to quickly improve your strength and self-defense capabilities in a short time."

"As for practicing the martial Dao..."

"I know the longing in your heart; becoming a Martial Artist is indeed everyone's dream. If you are persistent, and if you perform Anatomy on another Medium Grade crystal next time, I won't be stingy about giving you a chance to come into contact with the martial Dao."

"But whether you regret it or not will be your own business."

"After all, for every Medium Grade crystal you extract, there is only one chance for a reward. You must choose wisely."

Qin Feng nodded:

"Thank you, Director Lu."

The waters of the martial Dao were deep.

Not everyone could handle it.

Qin Feng naturally knew this.

But it didn't matter.

The crimson cheat would take care of it.

As long as Qin Feng knew the method of martial Cultivation, no matter how difficult it was, he could reach Perfection by grinding proficiency.

Effort would inevitably lead to results.

There were no Bottlenecks to speak of.

"But then again, I didn't expect martial Cultivation to be so difficult. Even for those in the Upper City with inherently superior genes, becoming a Martial Artist is incredibly hard?"

Qin Feng couldn't help but be amazed in his heart:

"No wonder even in the Upper City, the status of a Martial Artist is still so lofty and noble; they really are rare."

Amidst his sighs.

Qin Feng asked Lu Yunsong:

"Director Lu, you said before that the Lower City isn't as simple as it looks on the surface. What did you mean by that?"

"That is the second thing I wanted to talk to you about."

Lu Yunsong was in no hurry to talk.

He put his hands in his pockets.

Pacing around.

He actually began to stroll leisurely around the Quality Control Director's office.

When he walked to the office window.

Gazing at the somewhat aged sign of the Rising Sun Behemoth Factory outside the window, he sniffed the air and said:

"In this factory, there's the scent of a demon."

"A demon?"

Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

Then his pupils constricted.

Demons...

The ones invading this world weren't just giant beasts; there were also ominous and eerie creatures like demons, devils, ghosts, and monsters.

However, because giant beasts were good at reproducing and had a strong desire to attack and occupy the entire Blue Planet, they became humanity's number one enemy.

But that didn't mean the other ominous creatures were less threatening.

Demons.

They were humanity's second greatest natural enemy, second only to giant beasts.

In terms of individual threat...

...they were even higher than giant beasts.

Because demons...

...possessed intelligence.

And they specifically fed on humans.

"Demons are different from giant beasts. They aren't numerous, their movements are secretive, they are good at shapeshifting, and they like to live among humans."

"Because humans are their food, their crops."

"Where there are demons, there will inevitably be a relatively prosperous and thriving population of humans."

"Just as humans Cultivate crops and harvest fields, demons also deliberately Cultivate humans, raising them like leeks. When they grow tall and fat, they harvest them in batches, then continue to Cultivate for sustainable development."

Lu Yunsong gave Qin Feng a simple explanation.

He said:

"Of course, in a big city like Canglang City, especially in the Upper City where powerful Martial Artists are stationed, demons aren't quite so rampant."

"But if it's in the chaotic Lower City... the situation is different."