Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1060: 649. King does not meet King

The world regains its light.

Countdown 168:00:00.

The brilliant starlight and moonlight cascade down onto Whale Island, as the vast galaxy seems never to have changed for anyone.

Just a moment ago, Qing Chen was on the battlefield, shattering the formation of Chen’s Army with precision and chaos, and the next moment, he returned to the War Fortress of the Agricultural College.

Sun Chu Ci and Tuan Zi both felt as though they had experienced a dream, a story beyond their lifetime’s reach.

Tuan Zi subconsciously wanted to look at Qing Chen, but Sun Chu Ci tugged her arm, reminding her not to reveal anything.

At this moment, the dean had already changed appearance, assuming the identity of the dean, indicating that the other party still did not want to fully expose themselves in the academy.

In fact, Sun Chu Ci’s heart was also boiling.

In the final moment of return, the dean awakened, and with undeniable means, like the aura of a god, temporarily suppressed Chen’s Army.

Sun Chu Ci swore he would never forget that scene.

The young man stood on the battlefield, the tears already gone from his calm Golden Pupils, leaving only determination.

Bullets, like a torrential rain, halted in front of him, as if someone had pressed pause on the world.

In that world, it seemed as if only that young man remained.

This is what a Transcendent truly is.

Order.

Disorder.

The use of two forms of electromagnetic fields, showcasing the ultimate in electromagnetic abilities.

This was Qing Chen’s strongest means of facing modern warfare now. From this day on, unless heavy weaponry like howitzers appeared, ordinary firearms could no longer harm him.

Before returning, he saw the fear and astonishment in the eyes of Chen’s soldiers exceptionally clearly.

No one in the world had ever evolved the elemental awakening ability of lightning to this extent as he had.

However, Qing Chen did not appear particularly happy.

At this time, Zard, Sun Chu Ci, Tuan Zi, Jindai Kongyin, Nangong Yuanyu, Ma Jingjing, and Yi Wenbo stood in the War Fortress, looking at each other.

Then many people became perplexed.

Seven days ago, they were happily watching the dean exploit a bug. Seven days later, the dean carried minor injuries, while Professor Zard’s entire right arm seemed to be coated with a layer of porcelain glaze, significantly worn out.

Sun Chu Ci and Tuan Zi were even worse, in dire straits, their faces covered in dirt, as if they had rolled in mud.

What surprised Qing Chen was that Nangong Yuanyu was also wounded.

“What happened to all of you?” Jindai Kongyin was taken aback: “Is everyone okay?”

She ran over to remove the Chicken Blood Sprout leaves for everyone and handed the sprout to them, telling them to crush and apply it on their wounds.

Jindai Kongyin wanted to personally apply it to Qing Chen’s arm wound, where a bullet had grazed over.

But just as she walked over, she hesitated and stopped, softly saying, “Dean, you should apply it yourself.”

This was something Qing Chen had instructed: within the entire academy, only the Chicken Blood Sprout could be freely harvested, as it was not considered a strategic resource.

Zard looked at Nangong Yuanyu, curiously asking, “Hey, how did you get hurt?”

Qing Chen stared wordlessly at Zard. Of all people, Zard asked only Nangong Yuanyu, which clearly meant he knew how everyone else got hurt.

Nangong Yuanyu answered, “Our Freemasonry established settlements for some wild people and Time Travelers in the wilderness, and got attacked by a clan there. But fortunately, Freemasonry is strong and has better weapons, so no major casualties occurred.”

Qing Chen pondered, besides bandits, the people in the wilderness lived in clans to ensure their members’ safety and act collectively against threats.

This is the most primitive form of self-preservation.

In the wilderness, Freemasonry has gone through training and become far more resilient than other Time Travelers.

This was also one of the gifts Shadow left for him.

Qing Chen said nothing further.

Zard looked at Qing Chen: “Dean, are you okay?”

Qing Chen calmly shook his head: “I’m fine. Take out the Purple Orchid Stars and Immortality, plant them in the ground, and after planting, everyone should go back and rest. Don’t delay the college’s work tomorrow.”

As he spoke, his calm tone and expression made it seem as if he hadn’t experienced anything over the past seven days.

Yes, Qing Chen had already calmed down.

When he emerged from that dream, he had already discarded his sadness.

He had seen how the most brilliant man he had ever met faced life, and understood how he should face his own future.

He had already seen a towering mountain, a future heart demon for Chen Yu but a beacon for him, Qing Chen.

Thus, complacency was of no use.

Qing Chen had also seen how that man faced life and death with equanimity.

Thus he knew, sadness was useless.

Run, at a speed despair can never catch.

This was what his brother taught him.

Qing Chen wanted revenge.

He needed power.

At this time, the Agricultural College already had seven Purple Orchid Stars, producing 21 ears of leaves per day, and in three days, the seven would become fourteen, and three days later, fourteen would become twenty-eight.

This was the trump card and trump of Chen’s cultivation path, all plucked by Shadow and given to Qing Chen. From now on, the cultivation of all members of Daylight would advance by leaps and bounds.

Not only Daylight, but also the core members of Freemasonry and Parents’ Meeting, would quickly complete their transformation.

Qing Chen planned to stop when they reproduced to twenty-eight or fifty-six plants, not because of the difficult reproduction requirements of the Purple Orchid Stars, but because it would be enough.