Upon hearing the words "legal license to kill," Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly.
Ma Jianguo glared at his son, disliking his coarse language, then added:
"The most crucial aspect, in fact, is the safety of the family."
"Once you beco a formal mber, your imdiate family will receive the highest level of safety protection. Whether it’s personal safety or property safety, there will be dedicated personnel responsible. This protection is more effective than any insurance."
Listening to the persuading duo of his master and Ma Donghe, Fang Cheng didn’t express a clear stance, but simply picked up his teacup and took a gentle sip.
"I’ll think about it."
Seeing this, Ma Jianguo knew he had reservations, so he nodded and said no more.
As the sky gradually darkened, the lights in the hall lit up.
Fang Cheng then asked so questions about Qigong cultivation before getting up to leave.
Ma Jianguo and his son promptly tried to keep him, insisting he at least stay for dinner.
"No, Master."
Fang Cheng smiled apologetically, "I haven’t contacted my family during the days I was in seclusion; my mom must be worried."
The black Range Rover SUV was parked at the gate; he had driven over earlier, so going back was convenient.
"Donghe, this jacket—I’ll wash it clean and return it to you in a few days."
Fang Cheng said, pointing at the black jacket he was wearing.
It fit Ma Donghe perfectly but looked a bit too large on him.
"Just a piece of clothing, wear it if you want, throw it away if you don’t."
Ma Donghe waved his hand nonchalantly.
"Ah Cheng, wait!"
Ma Jianguo suddenly rembered sothing and turned to head to the kitchen.
Soon, he ca out carrying a thermal container.
"I specially made this strong tendons and bones soup for you this afternoon. Take it ho, heat it up tonight, and it’ll be ready to drink. It’s particularly effective in nourishing your Qi and blood."
As Fang Cheng prepared to get in the car, he noticed Ma Jianguo and Ma Donghe huffed and puffed, loading items into the trunk.
Large and small gift boxes almost filled the spacious trunk.
"Master, what is all this..."
Fang Cheng, seeing this, quickly stepped forward to stop them, finding it both humorous and overwhelming.
It wasn’t even a festive occasion; why all the ceremonious fuss?
Moreover, if it were a holiday, Fang Cheng should be the one to bring gifts to celebrate his master.
"These are top-grade herbal supplents to nourish your Qi and blood."
Ma Jianguo held his hand, advising firmly:
"You’ve just entered the Shaping Realm, and your Qi and blood are greatly depleted. You must consolidate your foundation and nourish the primal energy, properly adjusting your body, or you risk future health issues—this is no small matter."
He patted a wooden box, explaining like showing off treasures:
"This is a hundred-year-old Liaodong wild ginseng, this pack is top-tier deer antler blood pieces. And these several tuber fleeceflower roots are also quite aged..."
"When you get ho, follow the recipe I gave you to prepare soup with these herbs; don’t hold back."
Judging by the stance, the old man seed to have emptied his family wealth.
The gift was too valuable, Fang Cheng quickly gestured, trying to decline.
But Ma Jianguo remained firm and put everything inside.
After a round of refusal and farewells, the black Range Rover SUV slowly started, driving along the village road outward.
The two red taillights drifted further down the rural path, soon swallowed by a corner and completely vanishing into the twilight.
Standing at the gate, Ma Jianguo’s gaze followed the direction of the departing vehicle, remaining motionless for a long ti.
His major shift from staunchly opposing Fang Cheng’s contact with the Special Search Team to actively encouraging Fang Cheng to apply.
This change was entirely due to the overwhelming shock from Fang Cheng’s almost supernatural martial arts talent.
If Fang Cheng were rely of average aptitude, with a hint of wisdom, Ma Jianguo indeed wouldn’t want his disciple to be entangled with such a violent organization.
A peaceful life, practicing martial arts, inheriting his skills down the line—would suffice.
But upon witnessing Fang Cheng’s breathtaking displays, his mind inevitably started to waver.
Especially this ti in the Water Prison, with Fang Cheng successfully entering the Shaping Realm in one go, even reaching the Heavenly Person Communication state, causing celestial phenonon changes.
Ma Jianguo’s heart, dormant for many years, suddenly flad up, rekindling an intense blaze.
What kind of talent is this that appears once in a hundred years? This is a genius that’s seen only once in a millennium!
Even the ancestor of our family, who created the "Thunder Fire Cauldron" cultivation technique, couldn’t compare to him back in the day.
Even the legendary martial arts myth, Senior Li Guizhen, was probably only at this level in his youth.
Such a raw gem should not be buried in the countryside and remain unknown.
He should go to a broader stage and shine brightly, so that the entire Xia Country, and even the whole world, can see what true martial arts really looks like!
Therefore, when Ma Jianguo heard that Wei Zheng invited Fang Cheng to participate in the Special Search Team’s selection exam, he imdiately made a decision.
The Ma Family has declined, but the foundation remains, and the connections and resources left by his father haven’t completely disappeared.
As long as Fang Cheng is willing, Ma Jianguo is confident he can pave the way for this disciple, clearing all obstacles.
In the future, not to ntion the position of a Special-level Investigator, there might even be a chance to occupy the highest leader’s seat!
At that ti, when Fang Cheng is at the core of power, he will rightfully take part in the making of rules, and once again fight for the deserved status and respect for all martial artists.
This would also bring the Ma Family back into the public eye and restore its forr glory!
Thinking of this, Ma Jianguo felt a surge of hot blood in his chest, his breathing beca heavier.
He had originally thought that the hope to revitalize the family rested solely on his incapable rascal of a son, and he had long lost hope.
Unexpectedly, in his advancing years, he was fortunate enough to receive such a fine disciple, allowing him to see the possibility of fulfilling his father’s and his lifelong wish!
Ma Jianguo clenched his fist, then slowly released it, exhaling a long breath, and his tumultuous emotions gradually cald.
He turned his head, glancing at his son who was also gazing into the distance, and his voice regained its steadiness.
"You brought Wei Zheng here today deliberately, didn’t you?"
Seeing through by his father at once, Ma Donghe was not embarrassed, but rely chuckled and scratched his head:
"I just thought that it’s really a sha for Ah Cheng’s talent to be buried like this."
"Moreover, I’m always worried that if he continues to practice in isolation, one day he might practice incorrectly in frustration, can’t stand it anymore, and goes on a killing spree, then coincidentally runs into soone from the Special Search Team, it would be big trouble."
"If he can join the Special Search Team with , we brothers can look out for each other, and carrying out our tasks openly in the future can eliminate a lot of potential problems."
"Besides, I really think this job suits him."
Ma Donghe’s explanation revealed his delicacy hidden in his roughness.
Ma Jianguo slightly nodded, rarely not refuting his son’s words.
He raised his head, looking at the sparsely flashing stars on the horizon, and said leisurely:
"Such a crucial life decision, he has to make the call himself..."
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The black Land Rover SUV had already left Tianxin Village.
Outside the car window, the fields under the night sky swiftly receded.
The dim halos of streetlights were sliced into streaming beams by the car window, reflecting on the calm face.
Fang Cheng was driving, his mind still reflecting on the earlier conversation.
The benefits suggested by Master Ma Jianguo indeed tempted him sowhat.
Joining the Special Search Team would precisely address his current pain points, whether it’s the cultivation resources he could obtain, or the safety assurance for his family.
However, Fang Cheng still had many concerns in his heart.
It’s not that he’s truly indifferent to fa and fortune, rather, he’s already used to having everything in his own control.
From the conversation with Wei Zheng and Ma Jianguo and others, it was clear that the current situation of the Special Search Team was not simple.
The conflict between old and new factions, the contradictions between martial artists and the research departnt...
Thinking about such intricate personnel struggles in the bureaucracy, Fang Cheng felt a headache, secretly calculating that he should best avoid getting involved.
As the car gradually drove onto the overpass, crossing a railway, it left the fields and villages far behind.
The resplendent city lights unfolded ahead, like an endless sea of stars.
Looking at this prosperity, Fang Cheng’s eyes beca even clearer.
Joining or not is rely a choice.
Whether it’s the resources of the Special Search Team or its protection, it’s all external.
The real reliance has always been these two fists.
Rather than pinning hopes on the external environnt, why not concentrate on honing oneself and becoming stronger.
When one’s strength is sufficient to sweep away everything, all rules and restrictions will beco aningless.
Let everything take its course as it is.
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