Fox Has No Malicious Intent-Chapter 625 - 623: How Could a Martial Artist Possibly Defeat a Cultivator?

"It's so great, fellow countrymen, just so great to see you all alive and kicking, I feel so relieved..."

"You don't know, I just saw on Weixin that Master Fuli mentioned accidentally injuring some folks, my heart almost jumped out of my throat..."

"Seeing you all intact, it's truly wonderful!"

The Monkey King jumped off the helicopter, rushed forward in two strides to help up Yang Bowen, his face full of excitement, gripping Yang Bowen's arm tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

In the Monkey King's heart, when Master Fuli talks about accidental injuries, it usually means everything for several hundred meters around is scorched.

Even if the accidental injury isn't severe, it could destroy several buildings or tear up the ground, like in the battle with the Ba Mountain Mosquito, nearly wrecking the entire Ba Mountain Sky Pit.

Although the Monkey King said he brought a first aid kit, in forensic terms, even if a person is shattered into 98,000 pieces, or becomes a mash, it doesn't mean they're dead until declared by doctors or coroners.

The first aid kit the Monkey King mentioned is actually a canvas bag with a few brooms and shovels.

Seeing Yang Bowen standing there alive, the Monkey King truly feels overwhelmed with joy.

"Hiss..."

Yang Bowen's face twisted with a grimace, silently pulling out his hand, eyeing the chubby fingerprint on it, and looked at the Monkey King with an awkward smile, casually shaking his hand: "Buddy, you've got quite the grip..."

"But, I've got a pretty decent physique myself, even though the Fox Immortal's strength is mighty, I can still handle it."

"Just that..." Yang Bowen glanced at the Fox Immortal, then looked back at the Monkey King with a curious gaze.

"...As long as you can handle it, that's good, that's good." The Monkey King could see the curiosity in Yang Bowen's eyes, but he didn't explain anything, instead, he invited everyone onto the helicopter, planning to discuss it after things were settled.

As for whether one could handle it or not, the Monkey King thought Yang Bowen might have simply never faced a real hammer blow, that's why he talks so tough.

Those who've experienced Master Fuli's heavy hammer, even Spirit Beasts, would willingly queue at the Security Bureau for loans to pay Master Fuli's "protection fee," with mortgage and car loans...

Their mindset can be summed up in one word: "Enlightened."

.......

"Here! Cane sugar version of iced Coke."

Sitting on the helicopter, flying towards the Xiaolang Reservoir, Master Fuli casually opened the onboard fridge, took out a few bottles of iced Coke, and tossed them to the unlucky guy opposite.

Saying this, Master Fuli looked at the Monkey King, and with a slightly curious tone, asked:

"Hey, Old Monkey... what's up with them? Leopard Head never mentioned their existence to me!"

Just as Yang Bowen and his group were deeply curious about Master Fuli, Master Fuli was equally puzzled by the existence of Yang Bowen's group.

"Them, huh..."

Sitting on the single chair behind the cockpit, the Monkey King scanned the cabin, shrugged, and spoke:

"Not to make Master Fuli laugh, my understanding of them is barely textbook. After all, though they call themselves hermit sects, from our perspective, they are more like intangible cultural heritage bearers."

"The Security Bureau initially visited eminent northern sects, but their cultivation was straightforwardly talent-based and time-consuming."

"Their lifespan can reach 160 years. But to the Security Bureau, their cultivation isn't practical per se, though not without merit, as fundamental medical knowledge from some specialty hospitals originates from them."

The hermit sects exist, initially comprising Taoist temples or monasteries, but as the influence of Spiritual Particles spread gradually, some martial arts existing only in theory could be actualized due to their robust physique.

The Security Bureau was aware of them and, in its early days, while groping in the dark about Spiritual Particles, visited those hermit sects in famous mountains and rivers.

And what they termed as cultivation merely involved finding those with extraordinary talent and taking them to renowned mountains and rivers, where Spiritual Particles were relatively abundant.

These people are naturally sensitive to Spiritual Particles, so their evolution speed is naturally faster.

But it's meaningless.

The rate of human evolution under the influence of Spiritual Particles is just too slow compared to Spirit Beasts and Spiritual Particle Plants.

The "cultivation" speed is slow and talent-dependent, eventually resulting in effects that are more about wellness than combat prowess.

"Before establishing today's path, the Security Bureau also went through a period of oscillation and entanglement."

"Ultimately, they confirmed the current path of the expert group." The Monkey King looked at Yang Bowen's group and said to Master Fuli:

"We do know about the hermit sects, but we don't intend to interfere in their lives. After all... our profession is fundamentally about risking lives, while they're about self-cultivation and wellness."

"If it weren't for Master Fuli kicking them out, I wouldn't have met any hermits before tonight either." 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝐰𝚎𝕓𝐧𝚘𝘃𝗲𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝕞

The Monkey King gently shook his head and complained.

Being an intelligence officer himself, he didn't possess much direct combat power, but even so, a casual grip was enough to make Yang Bowen wince in pain.

The hermit sects and the Security Bureau, although sharing Spiritual Particles as a common point, remain parallel entities.

When the Monkey King referred to them as intangible cultural heritage bearers, it essentially meant they were ordinary people with some skills.

The Security Bureau wouldn't disturb them, nor would they deliberately inform them about things concerning Spiritual Particles, lest they rely on their somewhat-existential Martial Force to challenge the tough-skinned Spirit Beasts.

Let alone Master Fuli, any Spirit Beast from the research institute could crash into a person like a small car, leaving pieces all over the place, couldn't it?

After all, the Monkey King didn't intend to snatch the forensic team's work, sweeping and mopping with brooms and mops.

"That guy's remarks are really out of line..." Yang Bowen quietly complained to Yang Yi: "What's with calling it health maintenance techniques? Our ancestral Medicine King Palace's medical Bagua Boxing is devastating—one punch, either life or death..."

"Bang bang bang——"

Just as everyone in the cabin was conversing over the Monkey King's accounts, a series of "rumbling" noises came from the cabin door, a mighty force even causing the helicopter to tilt slightly.

Sitting by the door, the Monkey King gestured for everyone to buckle up before opening the cabin door.

The Ba Mountain Mosquito, with four wings on its back, grabbed the handle next to the cabin door, braving the violent wind pressure, and spoke to Master Fuli:

"Target confirmed. I specifically scanned their faces with my phone and sent them to Engineer Wang for identification. The Spirit People hiding in the Xiaolang Reservoir are Zhang Ruiwen's group..."

"Good!"

Master Fuli leaped from the chair, casually grabbing an automatic rifle from the weapon rack, and clasped the Ba Mountain Mosquito's shoulder, saying forcefully: "Overfly from above, and I'll give them a full clip!"

"I came to capture them with good intentions, yet they played hide and seek with me, harming innocent civilians! They're utterly evil, and I must transcend them!"

"Okay!"

The Ba Mountain Mosquito released the handle, instantly getting blown away by the wind pressure and turbulence in front of the helicopter.

But only for a moment, the Ba Mountain Mosquito swiftly returned, speeding past the helicopter, quickly taking Master Fuli towards the Xiaolang Reservoir.

"......"

Yang Yi looked at her father, then glanced at the flying Ba Mountain Mosquito and Master Fuli outside the helicopter.

"Dad..."

"Hmm?"

"The martial world isn't just about fighting and killing, let's just peacefully run our wellness center and watch the Immortals battle, okay? Martial arts really can't beat cultivation..."

Yang Bowen's mouth twitched slightly.