The Interstellar Queen of Scavengers

Chapter 1144: Chapter 1144: Call

Looking at the aloof attitude, as if facing a stranger’s gaze, Mu Jianling lowered his eyes slightly and sighed, ”Sword Spirit~”

This single utterance expressed all the heartache Mu Jianling felt...

But!

Mu Jianling’s attitude was even colder: ”What do you want?”

Mu Jianling extended a hand. That hand was withered, shriveled—almost resembling a dried vine. If it weren’t attached to Mu Jianling’s body, no one would believe it’s an arm.

One point, two points, three points...

The arm gradually approached Mu Jianling. Mu Jianling said coldly, ”I have no time to talk to you. If you have something to say, say it quickly and leave.”

Mu Jianling replied, ”I have all the data on the students you’ve taught this term.”

Mu Jianling raised an eyebrow indifferently, ”Oh—”

She simply said the word ’oh,’ appearing so careless, as if she hadn’t taken any of these matters to heart, cold and indifferent... If it were just an ordinary person, they might have been fooled by Mu Jianling’s attitude.

But!

Who is Mu Jianling?

He is the dean of the Alliance Research Institute, the century’s most outstanding biology researcher, he is... But! More importantly, he is Mu Jianling’s grandfather, her only relative in the world.

Despite Mu Jianling hiding it well, Mu Jianling’s observant eyes could not be escaped.

She was nervous!

She was genuinely nervous! So nervous that she was a bit scared.

Scared of what?

Afraid that the data in her hands might have a very adverse impact on her students.

...

A person with too much emotion, that emotion often becomes her Achilles’ heel.

...

Mu Jianling said, ”Among your batch of students—”

Mu Jianling’s heart tightened, and the hand hidden under the table lightly trembled for a moment. But she clenched her fist tightly, not saying a word.

Silence...

In the air, besides silence, nothing else mingled, and the surroundings fell into an eerie quiet.

Mu Jianling’s head seemed to be tilted against the chair back, but the screen opposite Mu Jianling’s every move was captured by Mu Jianling’s eyes; he showed no unusual behavior.

second.

seconds.

seconds.

...

Mu Jianling said, ”Among your batch of students, a few have excellent conditions. Given time, they will definitely become a major force for humanity.”

Mu Jianling furrowed her brows, still silent, but her gaze revealed everything:

[She is not pleased!

Not only is she displeased, she even wants to punch someone—a good beating to ensure the other side can’t get up, can’t speak...]

Mu Jianling continued, ”Shen Changqing, Chu Jiaojiao, Yue Qiguang, Yue Qiyuan... These few are very good, excellent prospects, but the one I prefer is another—”

Mu Jianling’s gaze darkened.

The next second.

Mu Jianling said, ”It’s Sheng Qingyan.”

Upon hearing that, Mu Jianling raised her eyelids and glared coldly at the other party: ”The grandson of Sheng Zhengtang, would you dare provoke him?” Sheng Qingyan was Sheng Zhengtang’s only surviving blood relative... Protected as dearly as one’s eyes. If Mu Jianling were to take the risk, she wouldn’t even need to act to have Mu Jianling taken care of.

Mu Jianling smiled upon finally hearing her speak, saying a complete sentence and proceeded, ”Sword Spirit, why do you always misunderstand your grandfather? Your grandfather isn’t an irredeemable villain.”

Mu Jianling, ”Humph.”

A disdainful snort, followed by the sense that Mu Jianling’s patience seemed exhausted, as she gestured to shut off communication, only to hear Mu Jianling suddenly say, ”Did you know? Your grandfather recently conducted new research, about physical strength.”

Mu Jianling didn’t listen, continuing her gesture to disconnect.

”Body mutation.”

Mu Jianling abruptly halted her hand: ”What did you say?”

Mu Jianling lifted his sagging eyelids, looked into Mu Jianling’s eyes, and said, ”I’ve been researching experiments on body mutation.”

Mu Jianling furrowed her brows: ”So, what do you want to say?”

As she spoke, no one knew that the hand behind her was continuously trembling and shaking...

Mu Jianling said, ”Experiments prove I’m right. This world has instances of body mutation occurring, and not just one; through various verifications, the population scale experiencing body mutation is approximately 0.000001%.”

Mu Jianling bit her teeth fiercely.

She didn’t initiate inquiries because she knew if Mu Jianling called her, it definitely had a purpose: either to get information from her or to convey some message to her.

Without achieving his goal, Mu Jianling wouldn’t initiate disconnecting the call.

Mu Jianling didn’t pursue questions, nor did she speak.

In the holographic screen, Mu Jianling raised his hand, tapped his forehead, making himself a bit more awake, then said, ”The number of people with body mutation is more than those with spiritual power mutation, but we discover fewer of them. Do you know why?”

Mu Jianling furrowed her brows, without responding.

Indeed—

Mu Jianling continued, asking and answering himself, ”Because the mutation of the body is generally masked by the increase in physical strength. Many body mutations seem very inconspicuous, for instance, some innate sensitivity, hearing the slightest rustle as clearly as day from hundreds of meters away; or, some can mimic many different voices with striking resemblance; or, others have great natural strength, with one punch capable of killing a cow: and yet others are innate gourmands, love eating, consistently eating all day...

These, actually belong to body mutation.”

Mu Jianling crossed her arms, listening closely.

Mu Jianling said, ”We usually don’t find acute perception, great strength, gourmand... these people abnormal, mostly just slightly impressive. But none consider their physical condition to possibly be altered.”

With a slight pause, Mu Jianling inhaled deeply and continued, ”These, experiments show, are body mutations. These body mutations, if properly trained and utilized, can yield significant enhancements.”

At this point, Mu Jianling couldn’t help but ask a question: ”Your meaning, these people’s situations, are all born body mutants?”

Mu Jianling nodded, ”Indeed, you’re right.”

Mu Jianling furrowed her brows, very displeased, ”So what? You say so much, what does it have to do with me?”

Body mutation, spiritual power mutation...

These, she herself doesn’t concern herself with, nor does it relate to her at all; Mu Jianling doesn’t feel she needs to spend her time listening to Mu Jianling, this annoying person, talking so much.

In this world, hitting students, scolding students, isn’t it delightful?

Mu Jianling once more wanted to terminate communication when Mu Jianling suddenly said, ”Sword Spirit, what exactly do you want to hide? Do you think you can hide something from your grandfather?”

Mu Jianling paused, then turned her face, her icy eyes glaring, ”What do you want to say?”