Chapter 95: Technology and Harsh Realities!

Tang Fei ultimately chose the Sun Group, as they provided the best offer at the lowest price.

There was also a trivial reason: the sales representative was the prettiest.

They were able to be number one in the industry for a reason; they truly had their strengths. With the combined efforts of engineering robots and manual labor, Tang Fei’s training room was quickly constructed.

Tang Fei went inside to test it and was quite satisfied with the results. Not only was it reinforced with double-layer armor, but the soundproofing was also excellent. From now on, no matter how much of a racket he made inside, it wouldn't disturb anyone else.

"Mr. Tang, you really know how to do business," Lin Qingyou said, standing beside Tang Fei as she watched him emerge from the training room with a grin. "We revised the quote three times; our manager was always worried that another firm might undercut us, so he just gave you the lowest possible price."

"Their quotes were quite good as well," Tang Fei replied, looking at Lin Qingyou. "You only won by a narrow margin. So, you should be a bit more careful in the future. I wouldn't want to miss out on the opportunity to work with the Sun Group again."

"That just goes to show we really have no profit margin left," Lin Qingyou explained. "I've been working here part-time for quite a while, and this is the cheapest training room we've ever sold."

"Buyers are never as sharp as sellers. Since you agreed to this deal, it proves there is still profit to be made," Tang Fei said with a smile, not believing the salesperson's empty words. "Are you only working part-time here?"

"Yes," Lin Qingyou nodded. "I am a student at the Imperial Academy of Arts."

"Oh, no wonder," Tang Fei nodded. "If I have any needs in the future, I'll ask for your help again."

"Thank you, Mr. Tang," Lin Qingyou said gratefully.

Although the profit margin of the training room had been squeezed to the limit due to Tang Fei’s "cunning," and the commission she received from this deal had dropped significantly, it was still money earned. If Tang Fei could continue to favor her business in the future, she wouldn't have to worry about her tuition fees.

"You're welcome," Tang Fei said. "As long as you can give me the lowest price, that is."

"I will definitely do my best to apply for it for you."

"Then it’s a win-win situation."

Lin Qingyou looked around at the exquisitely decorated and stylish house, asking, "What kind of work do you do, Mr. Tang? You’re so young, yet you live in such a nice place. Given the price per square foot in this area, this villa must be worth tens of millions of Star Coins."

"Is it that expensive?" Tang Fei laughed. "Actually, just like you, I'm also a student."

"Ah? Are all students this rich?" Lin Qingyou looked at Tang Fei thoughtfully. "I get it now. You must be a rich kid with a deep background, aren't you?"

Tang Fei nodded and said, "You guessed right."

After seeing Lin Qingyou off, Tang Fei took a heavy sword from the weapon rack. He focused his mind and performed a strike according to the techniques in the *Scroll of the Netherworld*.

*Whoosh!*

A crack appeared on the hard, gold-branded floor.

This strike was full of momentum, and the sword intent displayed was even more intense and biting. It was murderous.

As expected, a heavy sword was necessary. Small blades couldn't fully unleash the power of this move.

This was something obtained from the Fierce God's cave. Given the realm that being had reached, he must have seen countless martial arts manuals. Yet, he had still kept this scroll on his person until his death, which proved how important it was to him.

Tang Fei had once endured an attack from the Fierce God. The destruction, despair, and the "no-survivor" tyranny contained within that hammer were breathtaking. Even now, the memory still made him feel a lingering fear.

Fierce God, Fierce God—since the name contained the word "fierce," it proved he followed a path of ferocity and tyranny. Therefore, Tang Fei had to make himself "fierce" as well.

The *Scroll of the Netherworld* contained nine sword moves, and Tang Fei decided to conquer the first one first.

Tang Fei turned off all the lights in the training room and took out the luminous pearl, placing it on a rack. Under the green glow, those little figures that loved the green light began to stir.

Tang Fei began to practice his swordsmanship, following the movements of the figures. In truth, after the grueling battle last night, he was already familiar with the moves. However, this kind of skill required practice to achieve perfection. Tang Fei decided to set a small goal for himself: practice ten thousand strikes tonight.

—

Tang Fei collapsed onto the floor, drenched in sweat. After completing ten thousand strikes, he was in a state of total exhaustion.

"Brother..."

"Brother..."

"Brother, where are you? Brother..."

Little Fatty rushed over, picked Tang Fei up from the floor, and shouted anxiously, "Brother, what's wrong? Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," Tang Fei said irritably. "Put me down."

He still felt it was more comfortable lying on the floor. Being held and shaken in Little Fatty's arms almost made him throw up his dinner.

"Alright, alright," Little Fatty quickly put Tang Fei back on the floor.

"Why are you back?" Tang Fei asked, looking at Little Fatty.

"I finished eating, so I came back," Little Fatty replied.

"Didn't they ask you to stay the night?"

"No," Little Fatty shook his head. "I didn't want to sleep there either." He knew Tang Fei was home alone and wanted to come back to keep his big brother company.

"How was it? Did they treat you well?"

"They did," Little Fatty nodded. "I wanted to come back after lunch, but the Master's wife wouldn't let me. She said there were leftovers from lunch and insisted I stay for dinner." He added, "Oh, by the way, Brother, the food the Master's wife made was delicious. I even brought some back for you."

"Good," Tang Fei nodded. After the expenditure of ten thousand strikes, he was indeed hungry.

"Brother, what was wrong with you earlier? You scared me to death," Little Fatty said.

"Did you see those little figures?" Tang Fei asked.

"What little figures?"

"The ones on the beast-skin scroll," Tang Fei said. "They were moving."

Little Fatty held the beast-skin scroll and looked at it for a while, then shook his head. "Brother, I can't see clearly."

With all the lights in the room off, only the luminous pearl was casting its green light. The characters on the scroll were too small, and Little Fatty felt dizzy looking at them, so he couldn't see clearly.

"You can't see them?" Tang Fei asked, puzzled.

"I can't," Little Fatty said. "Turn the lights on? If you turn the lights on, I'll be able to see."

To test the uniqueness of the scroll, Tang Fei said, "Alright, turn on the lights and let's see."

The lights went on, and Little Fatty pointed to the characters on the scroll. "Brother, I see them."

"What characters are they?"

Little Fatty shook his head. "I don't recognize them."

"Can you see the characters moving?" Tang Fei asked.

Little Fatty touched Tang Fei's forehead, looking a bit worried. "Brother, why are you talking nonsense? How could characters move?"

"..."

Tang Fei suddenly felt a sense of comfort. Even though he couldn't use that skull hammer, Little Fatty couldn't see the figures dancing on the *Scroll of the Netherworld* either. The Fierce God must have been a Libra; he valued fairness and justice above all else.

"Don't you notice anything different about our house?"

Little Fatty looked around and said in surprise, "Hey, Brother, our place is different!"

"I obviously know it's different. I'm asking you what's different."

"This part is different... wasn't this the place for drinking before?"

"I renovated it. I turned it into a training room. From now on, we can both train here," Tang Fei said.

"Great," Little Fatty said happily. "Does that mean I can come here and smash rocks?"

"There are no rocks here for you to smash," Tang Fei said. "You should keep smashing rocks in the yard. This is a place for training... Since your skull hammer is hard to take to school, you can just practice in here."

"Brother, why don't we buy a gravity chamber? The one at school is pretty good. You can even smash rocks in there."

"Do you think we can afford it?"

"Then how did you have money to renovate the training room?"

"It was money given by your Sister Phoenix," Tang Fei said.

"Sister Phoenix gave you money?" Little Fatty paused, then added, "She didn't give me any money."

"If she gave me money, isn't that the same as giving it to you?" Tang Fei consoled him. "Besides, what would a kid need to spend money on?"

"Oh." Little Fatty felt that what his big brother said made sense. He was with his brother all day; giving money to his brother was the same as giving it to him.

"Brother, why are you lying on the floor?"

"Because I'm tired from practicing with the sword."

"Then I'll lie down with you." Little Fatty mimicked Tang Fei and lay on the floor. "Brother, I'm not going to the Master's house for dinner anymore."

"Why?"

"Because they didn't invite you to eat. I want to eat with you."

Tang Fei grinned and said, "You should go to the Master's house for dinner. Not only should you eat, but you should go often. Don't worry about me; there are plenty of people who want to invite me to dinner."

"Brother, why would they want to invite you to dinner?" Little Fatty asked, confused. Wouldn't inviting someone to dinner cost money? They weren't his brother's friends, so why spend money on him?

"Because... I'm quite likable. Just like how you are quite likable to the Dean."

"Oh." Little Fatty nodded. "Brother, did you have a fight with Sister Phoenix?"

Tang Fei paused, turned his head to look at Little Fatty’s chubby face, and asked, "Why do you ask?"

"I can feel it," Little Fatty said with a serious expression. "When you and Sister Phoenix said goodbye, your voices weren't right, and neither were your eyes... it was like you were never going to see each other again."

"..."

—

Waking up, he felt refreshed. This was the benefit of being a practitioner; no matter how exhausted you were the day before, after a night of adjusting and repairing with the yin and yang energy, your body would quickly recover.

Of course, there was another kind of freak. Like Little Fatty, who was already in the yard smashing rocks—*clack, clack, clack*—early in the morning.

Tang Fei leaned out of the second-floor window and shouted, "Aren't you going to the gravity chamber to smash rocks later? Why are you starting here at home?"

Little Fatty smiled honestly and looked up at Tang Fei. "I like smashing real rocks. It's satisfying..."

He loved the feeling of stones flying everywhere. He loved seeing big rocks being smashed into the shapes he imagined. He loved that smashing rocks reminded him of the days on the Old Earth.

He missed his godfather.

After breakfast, Tang Fei and Little Fatty took a car to school. This morning was a mechanical engineering class, and Tang Fei needed to meet the teacher and his classmates.

Tang Fei's homeroom teacher was named Huang Tianmu. His name sounded quite imposing, but he was actually a kind-looking little old man.

He led Tang Fei into the classroom and said to the students who were busy with their research experiments, "Students, put down your work for a moment. I’d like to introduce a new classmate."

He pointed to Tang Fei and said, "This is Tang Fei, a transfer student to our class. He is now a member of Class Nine. Everyone should help and look out for each other."

"Tang Fei, go ahead and introduce yourself."

"Hello everyone, I'm Tang Fei," Tang Fei said with a smile.

"I know you, the 'Light of the Old Earth'..."

"The badass who took down Shen Qingping... Didn't expect you to end up in our Mechanical Engineering Department."

"You aren't planning to study both literature and martial arts, are you? That’s not an easy thing to do."

"Mechanical design is a precise profession that requires creativity and inspiration. You can't just learn it by doing it a few times..."

—

Huang Tianmu looked at a girl wearing glasses in the classroom and said, "Lu Siyu, you're the class monitor, please look after our new classmate."

The girl was manipulating a mechanical arm to assemble a steel tiger. Without looking up, she said, "He's not a child. What is there to look after?"

"..."

Hearing Lu Siyu's response, whispers broke out in the classroom.

"Looks like the class monitor isn't interested in the new guy."

"Has the class monitor ever been interested in anyone? Isn't she always this cold?"

"She's actually quite nice usually. If you ask her for help with a problem, she rarely refuses."

"Then why don't you try asking her out to dinner?"

"No way, no way. I wouldn't do something so stupid."

—

Since Lu Siyu wasn't giving him any face, Huang Tianmu couldn't say much. He smiled awkwardly and said, "Regardless, you are all classmates. If Tang Fei has any questions he doesn't understand, everyone please help him."

"Don't worry, Teacher. We definitely won't hold back."

"Exactly, we're all classmates; we should improve together."

"Unless it's something we don't know either..."

—

"Thank you, Teacher Huang. Thank you, classmates," Tang Fei said happily. "I actually have a question I'd like to ask everyone."

He opened the suitcase he was carrying, took out a massive mechanical snake head, and placed it on the podium in front of him. "I wonder if any classmate here could help me connect the electronic circuits for this snake head?"

*Wow!*

The crowd exclaimed in surprise. None of them expected this new transfer student to bring such high-tech, hardcore equipment right from the start.

"That's a mechanical snake head... the craftsmanship is absolutely perfect."

"This must be the work of a high-level mechanic, right? We wouldn't be able to do this..."

"Where did this come from? It couldn't have been cheap, right?"

—

Lu Siyu continued to work on assembling her steel tiger. From beginning to end, she didn't cast a single glance at Tang Fei, nor did she spare a look at the mechanical snake head.