novelslam Chapter 230 Zhou Wangyue's Doubts
Chapter 230 Zhou Wangyue's Doubts
The sound of an engine came from the sky.
First, a black dot appeared in the far distance, then the dot rapidly enlarged, the ship's hull piercing through the clouds, and his parliamentary-owned high-speed transport ship descended through the clouds.
The airflow from the engine nozzles blew the fallen leaves and dust on the square into an ever-expanding circle. The accordion at the foot of the Eiffel Tower stopped, the ticket seller forgot to call out the last batch, and everyone in line turned their heads to look up at the sky.
The ship descended very low, hovering less than a hundred meters directly above the tower, with the hatches on its hull open.
Everyone in the square was looking at Song Chen.
The young man holding the phone turned his camera around, and the woman pushing the stroller shielded her eyes from the sun with her hand, her mouth open in a small "O" shape.
An old man selling souvenirs at the foot of the Eiffel Tower knocked a stack of Eiffel Tower keychains to the ground, but didn't bother to pick them up.
The bald black man and the man in plaid stood up from the bench, both with identical expressions: chins slightly drooping and eyes wide open.
The elderly man in the wheelchair pushed it forward half a circle, squinted at it for a while, then sat back down and said in a low voice in French, "He's Song Chen from Daxia."
The entire audience was astonished.
Using his "Soaring Body Technique," Song Chen leaped from the ground and swept into the ship's belly hatch like a gust of wind.
The moment the hatch closed behind him, the ship rose slightly, the engine output increased, and the high-speed transport ship turned around above the iron tower and flew eastward.
The sirens in the city of Paris were a beat late in sounding, but it wasn't a warning signal; it was a cheerful wail, as if the city was giving a belated salute to the sky.
In the cabin.
Han Duo stood at the hatch, his back ramrod straight. When he saw Song Chen, he snapped to attention and saluted: "Associate Song, welcome back to the ship."
Song Chen leaned the Heavenly Blade against the weapon rack, sat down, and stretched his neck: "Old Han, you got here so quickly? Were you following us from the sky the whole time?"
"Yes."
"Hard."
Han Duo gave a wry smile: "It's not hard, it's just that sometimes I can't keep up with you."
The spaceship reached high altitude and began to accelerate.
Song Chen leaned back in his chair, looking out the porthole at the rapidly receding clouds.
The city below grew smaller and smaller, the Seine became a thin, reflective silver line, and the Eiffel Tower became a black matchstick.
He looked away and closed his eyes.
The Great Xia is about to launch a counterattack. This time, it's not about fleeing or launching surprise attacks; it's a counterattack by humanity.
He opened his eyes, looked down at the numbers on the system panel: 50,000 Qi and 30,000 Spiritual Power.
It's much stronger than when it was in the Arctic. What will happen if it encounters a sixth-tier beast king again?
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It was already dark when the spaceship landed at the Beijing Airport.
Song Chen stepped out of the cabin door, and the ground lights on the tarmac illuminated the concrete ground brightly.
Han Duo followed behind, carrying a military backpack containing two bottles of red wine that Song Chen had bought in Paris. Nothing special, just something he thought would be fun.
Zhou Wangyue stood at the end of the gangway with a smile, still the same as always, with his hands behind his back and his posture as upright as ever.
He was followed by a dozen parliamentary staff members and two military staff officers, making for a larger procession than the last time he was picked up at the airport.
As soon as Song Chen walked over, Zhou Wangyue raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder: "You've grown taller, but your weight hasn't changed, only your shoulders are a bit broader. Your demeanor has changed."
Song Chen smiled and said, "Teacher, it's only been a short time, what changes could there be? But you seem to be in a good mood."
"The Sirius King is dead, anyone would be happy." Zhou Wangyue withdrew his hand, looked him up and down, and his gaze habitually swept over Song Chen's blood and qi fluctuations.
Then he paused, his smile remained, but his eyes froze.
His gaze lingered on Song Chen's heart, and his pupils contracted slightly.
The staff around were still busy recording the process of the congressman's return home, and no one noticed this very brief pause.
But Song Chen noticed: "Teacher?"
Zhou Wangyue withdrew his gaze, and the smile on his face returned to its natural state.
"It's nothing, let's go, the car is outside."
He turned and led the way toward the terminal, his steps as steady as ever, but after a few steps he slowed down, walking alongside Song Chen and leaving the people behind them a few steps further away.
Then he spoke, his voice low and his tone careful: "Your Qi and Blood have reached 50,000."
"Mm," Song Chen replied.
He knew this hurdle was bound to come sooner or later. Back in Greenland, his rapidly rising qi and blood had already puzzled Zhou Wangyue.
Before setting off on the Arctic expedition, his Qi and blood volume was over 10,000.
The number of troops at the end of the Greenland campaign was 17,000.
Now, from Greenland to Eastern Europe and then to Paris, it takes half a month to earn 50,000.
This speed is beyond fast.
Zhou Wangyue pondered for two seconds, his gaze falling on Song Chen's chest, where the dark blue Source Spirit Crystal hung below his collarbone, mostly hidden by his collar.
He glanced at the crystal, then looked into Song Chen's eyes.
"I have studied the abilities of the Source Spirit Crystal for many years. My dark red crystal can speed up the cultivation of martial arts tenfold, but this is limited to the comprehension and refinement of martial arts."
"Your crystal ability should be to accelerate the increase of Qi and blood, right?"
"Qi and blood are different from martial arts skills. The growth of qi and blood requires energy accumulation, matching the physical body's endurance, and expansion of the dantian."
"Just one Source Spirit Crystal shouldn't be enough to increase Qi and Blood from 10,000 to 50,000 in just over a month."
"I don't understand."
Having said that, he put his hands behind his back and slowed his pace even further.
The two walked in silence for a while.
The terminal lights streamed down from the glass dome, casting blurry patches of light on the ground.
Song Chen thought for a moment. He was no longer the same person he used to be, so there was no need for him to lie anymore.
He said, "Teacher, everyone has their own secrets. Can we not ask?"
Zhou Wangyue stopped in his tracks.
The staff and advisors behind us were still walking dozens of meters away, not following us; they were quite sensible.
The airport's announcements echoed through the empty hall.
Zhou Wangyue looked at Song Chen for a long time. His expression was complicated, with doubt, inquiry, and the instinctive caution of a sixth-level grandmaster when facing the unknown.
Then he suddenly laughed, a loud, energetic laugh that echoed through the terminal hall, startling several staff members in the distance.
He pulled his hand out from behind his back and patted Song Chen's shoulder with considerable force: "You're right, I was overthinking it. I won't ask anymore, let's go."
The two continued walking, their steps becoming much lighter.
The staff behind them looked at each other, wondering what had happened.
The car drove out of the airport and headed west along the main road to Beijing.
At night, the city of Shangjing is brightly lit, and a new set of posters has been displayed on the giant GG screen in the commercial district.
"Congratulations on the successful Arctic expedition."
"Song Chen, the Hero of the Great Xia Dynasty".
"Peace is coming."
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