Chapter 65: Activating the Incubator

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Liang Xiaoyu glanced around but failed to glean any useful information. As she surveyed her surroundings, her gaze fell upon a middle-aged man in a blue robe standing not far away, dressed in ancient attire.

"Hero Guo, did you see it as well?" She approached him and greeted him.

"Miss Liang," Guo Jing replied with a grave expression, "that person's inner strength is profound..."

Liang Xiaoyu asked curiously, "How does he compare to me?"

Having gained a century’s worth of inner power not long ago, she had sparred with Guo Jing before. Though her real combat skills were far inferior, her raw internal strength was slightly superior to his. At present, Guo Jing was at the peak of his life and far more formidable than seniors like Huang Yaoshi, who were already past their prime.

Guo Jing glanced at her, pondered, and replied, "He could defeat you without lifting a finger."

Liang Xiaoyu protested, “There are plenty stronger than me, but I should know them all. Did this person just come out of the Scripture Pavilion?”

Guo Jing did not answer directly. “His inner strength surpasses yours—for how much, I can’t say for certain. But I do recognize the martial art he practices.”

"What is it?"

"The Nine Yin Manual," Guo Jing replied.

He, too, practiced the Nine Yin Manual, making him acutely familiar with the fluctuations of inner energy emanating from Qiao Lin.

Liang Xiaoyu's eyes widened in astonishment. "Is he some kind of genius?"

Typically, only after truly mastering a skill could one safely increase internal energy by consuming the gallbladder of the Pusqu Snake or the blood serum of the Treasure Serpent; otherwise, one risked suffering from internal deviation. For this reason, even the military’s most brilliant prodigies, who practiced supreme techniques, were still consolidating their cultivation before daring to use these treasures to gain centuries of inner power.

Yet this utterly unremarkable middle-aged man was actually more formidable than those prodigies? Was he a born martial arts genius?

Liang Xiaoyu couldn’t make sense of it. She scrutinized the middle-aged man, then glanced at the woman who had been with him earlier, but found nothing unusual in their appearances.

Meanwhile, Granny Sun unconsciously clenched her fists. She shot a glance at Little Dragon Maiden.

"Granny, what's the matter?" Little Dragon Maiden quietly stepped to her side and asked in a low voice.

"Did you hear their conversation just now?" Granny Sun asked.

Little Dragon Maiden frowned and glanced at the group in the distance, then shook her head. "What is it?"

"It seems that Mr. Qiao’s parents are here," Granny Sun lowered her voice, her tone tinged with excitement. "They were talking about you."

"Talking about me?" Little Dragon Maiden appeared flustered, her gaze darting about.

Granny Sun smiled faintly and whispered a few words into her ear.

Little Dragon Maiden blushed, bit her lip, and nodded silently. She tilted her head, just in time to meet the gaze of Su Yueling.

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Seeing the other woman smile kindly at her, she hurriedly averted her eyes.

“They really do resemble each other,” she thought, clenching her fists as her palms grew slick with sweat.

...

Liang Xiaoyu looked away in confusion, still speculating about Qiao Lin’s identity. She had never seen Qiao Mian’s true face.

Meanwhile, Chen Ji, who had been sent flying by Qiao Lin’s palm, had already picked himself up from the ground. Brow furrowed, he strode over to face Qiao Lin.

Many around them cast sympathetic glances his way.

“Still not convinced?” Qiao Lin asked with a smile.

That palm just now had seemed formidable, but in truth he’d barely used any internal energy, nor had he employed any technique from the Nine Yin Manual; at most, his opponent suffered a few bruises.

Even so, discovering that he truly was this powerful, Qiao Lin felt somewhat pleased. Though nearly fifty, his heart remained youthful. He enjoyed reading the latest online novels and following trends on social media.

Chen Ji glared at Qiao Lin, enunciating each word: “Uncle, I admit you are indeed formidable!”

Uncle? Was that it? The rate at which people tried to forge family ties was astonishing.

Some sneered. Others seemed thoughtful.

“But,” Chen Ji continued, “I still stand by what I said earlier.”

“What?” Qiao Lin was a little puzzled. The man’s expression was fierce, but why did his tone sound so meek?

“A maiden like Little Dragon Maiden can only be matched by someone like Mr. Qiao,” Chen Ji declared righteously. “Even if your son were Emperor Qin Shi Huang reborn, he would not be worthy of her; it would be an insult to her and a great disrespect to Mr. Qiao.”

Disrespect? That scoundrel expects me to revere him?

Qiao Lin glared in annoyance.

Chen Ji caught the look and was momentarily taken aback: was he actually angry? Had he guessed wrong—was this man unrelated to Mr. Qiao after all?

Before Qiao Lin could reply, Su Yueling, her face wreathed in smiles, stepped forward and tugged his arm.

“Let’s go; everyone’s watching,” she whispered to her husband.

She turned to Chen Ji and said with a smile, “We were wrong before—only Mr. Qiao is worthy of Miss Long.”

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Chen Ji scratched his head, feeling more confused than ever.

...

That evening, Qiao Mian ate a self-heating hotpot he’d ordered in, all alone.

His parents had both been invited to dinner by the cunning Granny Sun, leaving him to fend for himself.

Nevertheless, after tallying the day’s earnings, his mood was excellent.

With five hundred tourists, each spending an average of over twenty-three million, the day’s income amounted to nearly 1.2 million game coins.

It was a record-breaking haul.

Previously, he’d been troubled by the fact that after upgrading to level two in the game, he’d need a hundred million experience points to reach level three, making it seem like an impossible goal.

Now, it seemed that at this rate, he could reach level three in just three months.

He felt a surge of anticipation.

The key was...

With so many game coins, he could now purchase that newly added item in the shop.

The Dimensional Incubator!

After dinner and two cans of Bingfeng soda, with no sign of his parents returning, Qiao Mian sighed and wandered into the jungle.

He set up a hammock, lay down, and summoned Zero to check his current status.

[Player Name: Qiao Mian]

[Game Level: 2 (1,470,000/100,000,000)]

[Game Coins: 1,472,030]

[Number of Employees: 15]

[Popularity Points: 0]

[Items for Sale: Iron Man Armor Mark 6 (10,000 coins), Blood Orchid Extract (1,000 coins), Allspark (100,000 coins), Kong’s Blood Serum (100 coins), Pusqu Snake Gallbladder (10 coins), Treasure Serpent Blood Serum (50 coins), Dimensional Item Finder (100 coins), Muscle-Tendon Changing Classic (600 coins), Nine Yin Manual (600 coins), Nine Yang Divine Art (600 coins), Dimensional Incubator (player use only, 1,000,000 coins)...]

[Unlocked Modules: Ticket Hall, Office Center, Dinosaur Park, Python Pavilion, Highway, Fitness Square/Coliseum, Scripture Pavilion]

[Connected Dimensions: Jurassic World, Kong, Anaconda, Iron Man, Transformers, Return of the Condor Heroes]

Ticket sales and other direct revenue within the Fantasy Park were converted into an equivalent amount of popularity points, all of which Qiao Mian exchanged for game coins at a 10,000:1 ratio.

He scanned the list briefly, then chose to purchase the “Dimensional Incubator.”

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