Logging 10,000 Years into the Future

Chapter 363

Lu Sheng casually entered a room on the second floor, took off his clothes, and flopped onto the bed.

Weariness washed over him like a wave, and he quickly drifted into Dream World.

In the Dream World, Lu Sheng reappeared on the familiar dilapidated street.

In the distance, a peerless figure in battle armor, holding a sword in one hand, slowly raised her head to look at him.

Lu Sheng waved his hand dismissively. “Not fighting today, too tired. Maybe another time!”

With that, he hurried away, randomly picking a street and cultivating the Crystal Contemplation Method as he went along cutting down the zombies like grass.

…

Ninth Military Region Command Headquarters.

“CPI of Twelve and a half stars?!” He Dingjun stood up abruptly from his chair, staring at Xu Xuan in disbelief, a tremendous pressure bearing down on him.

It was like a thousand-pound boulder crushing down on Xu Xuan, the floor tiles beneath his feet creaking in protest as clear cracks appeared.

Xu Xuan’s body tensed slightly as he struggled to resist the formidable pressure from the military’s grand general while solemnly nodding, “Yes, I’ve personally confirmed it. It is indeed the strength of a peak Grandmaster, far surpassing me …”

The oppressive force in the air suddenly dissipated as He Dingjun’s gaze brightened and he laughed heartily, “Excellent, finally some good news …”

CPI of Twelve and a half stars. A nineteen-year-old Grandmaster! And a peak one at that!

He Dingjun didn’t know what words could adequately describe the elation and exhilaration in his heart.

When martial cultivators advanced to Level 8 Grandmaster realm, the gap between them would widen tremendously, far exceeding any previous realm, to an almost absurd degree.

Apart from the time spent in the Grandmaster realm, the primary reason for this was potential!

The greater one’s potential, the higher the attainable strength cap and the faster one could outpace fellow Grandmasters of the same rank, resulting in differences of millions or even billions in CPI.

And this potential could be seen as a manifestation of one’s martial arts foundation.

The more solid the foundation, the higher the cap – a rudimentary truth understood by all martial cultivators.

But understanding was one thing, and doing it correctly was another. Sometimes, it might only be a matter of overlooking minor details. What others did, you didn’t.

And by the time on reached the Level 8 Grandmaster realm, it would make an earth-shattering difference.

“A thousand-mile dam broken by an ant hill” was no mere saying.

There were many things, many principles, that one might not comprehend at the crucial moment. And by the time one understood, it would already be too late to make amends.

He Dingjun had witnessed too many dazzlingly talented martial artists fade into obscurity at the Level 8 Grandmaster realm.

This was also the main reason why, despite being a young Martial Master, Lu Sheng hadn’t received much attention from the military and was simply regarded as another potential Martial Sage candidate for observation and cultivation.

In fact, many high-ranking military officials didn’t hold much hope for Lu Sheng’s potential back then, because his pace of advancement to the Martial Master realm was far too rapid, happening in far too short a time.

It was hard not to doubt whether this seemingly brilliant young talent had already burned through his innate gifts.

But now, the answer was clear!

“A CPI of Twelve and a half stars is enough to completely shatter the military’s previous doubts. Among the most promising Seven Luminaires of the entire Eastern Military Region, how many can reach such heights?  He can no longer be called a Martial Sage Candidate, but rather a Martial Sage Progeny, with the true qualifications to reach to become a Martial Sage. His potential is astoundingly formidable!”

Overjoyed, He Dingjun paced back and forth behind his office desk.

He had already taken notice of Lu Sheng before and held him in high regard. Now, Lu Sheng had given him such an immense surprise, exceeding all expectations.

“The 1182nd Corps under Yu Feiyi has returned, right?” He Dingjun suddenly remembered something and ordered Xu Xuan, “Summon him for me. I must commend him properly.”

“Yes, Commander.” Xu Xuan nodded in acknowledgment and swiftly departed.

Standing in his office, He Dingjun gazed at the shattered, cracked floor before him. His mood, however, was indescribably relieved and gratified as he couldn’t help but burst into hearty laughter.

On a military district street in the Ninth Military Region, two figures walked side by side.

One was well-built with slender fingers and shoulder-length hair, his clothes dirty and disheveled, but his handsome face was clean, exuding an unrestrained, roguish charm.

The other was tall with long, slender legs clad in tight combat pants, her hair casually tied in a ponytail behind her head, revealing a delicate, fair-skinned pretty face, though her demeanor appeared rather aloof and cold.

“Finally back! My beloved military region …” Qin Shaojun spread his arms in an embracing gesture, his face full of relaxation and contentment.

Dong Qingxue glanced at him disdainfully and silently increased the distance between them, her dislike evident.

“Let’s have a shower later and freshen up. We’ll find Lu Sheng for dinner tonight!”

Qin Shaojun shared his plan with Dong Qingxue and asked, “No problem, right?”

Dong Qingxue hesitated for a moment, then shook her head. “I won’t go. You two can go.”

“Why not?”

Qin Shaojun looked surprised, then frowned. “Dong Qingxue, I’ve noticed you’ve been acting strange lately, ever since Lu Sheng joined the military region … No, it should be since Lu Sheng participated in the National Martial Arts Tournament … You always act weird whenever Lu Sheng is mentioned … We’ve been friends since childhood, practically sweethearts. Be honest with me, do you like Lu Sheng or not?”

“Keep talking nonsense, and I’ll sew your mouth shut.”

Dong Qingxue spoke coldly as several hexagonal military needles coated in dried blood silently floated around her.

Qin Shaojun quickly jumped a few meters away but persisted, “Don’t try to hide it from me. I started dating in elementary school. I’ve had relationships with hundreds, if not thousands of girls, even have a few illegitimate children … A blind man could see your little crush!”

Dong Qingxue stood still, her chest rising and falling as more and more hexagonal needles emerged, her aura turning frigid.

Qin Shaojun felt a chill run down his spine, ready to flee at any moment.

In the next second, however, the ice and snow around Dong Qingxue rapidly melted away, and the dense cluster of needles dropped.

“So what if I like him, so what if I don’t?” Dong Qingxue said calmly.

Phew–

Qin Shaojun exhaled in relief and gingerly stepped closer, advising earnestly, “If you like him, just tell him! Lu Sheng is already a Martial Master now. Martial Sage is too far off, but the Grandmaster realm is a sure thing with his potential. Apart from me, how many other potential talents like that can you find by your side?”

Dong Qingxue gave Qin Shaojun a perplexed look.

Oblivious, he continued rambling, “Are you feeling insecure because you’re older than him, your martial talents aren’t as good as his, and your temper is worse, making you feel inadequate in every way …?”