The Domineering Cultivator Farmer

Chapter 5: Fang Yun Becomes a Major General

He hadn’t felt much during the fight, but when he stopped, Fang Yun looked at the corpses littering the ground and vomited violently, leaving the squad members watching him in awe completely stunned. “Has this senior never killed anyone before?” Everyone assumed Fang Yun was already in his sixties or seventies. If a Heaven-level master takes good care of his appearance, others can’t tell his age—they just thought Fang Yun looked remarkably well-preserved. The two young women on the team even wanted to ask him for his beauty secrets. After a long while, Fang Yun finally stopped vomiting. Only then did Zeng Yong say to him, “Thank you, Senior, for coming to our aid. We at the State Security Bureau will forever remember your great kindness.” Fang Yun quickly waved his hand. “Don’t call me ‘Senior’—I don’t deserve it. My name is Fang Yun, and I’m twenty-nine this year. Just call me by my name.” “Twenty-nine!!!” Everyone gasped in unison. A Heaven-level martial artist in his twenties? Was it April Fools’ Day? Even having witnessed it firsthand, they still found it hard to believe. After a long while, they gradually calmed down, though the way they looked at Fang Yun was as if they’d spotted an alien. “Let me tend to your injuries first,” Fang Yun said, unable to bear their stares, and quickly changed the subject. Without waiting for a response, Fang Yun flicked his fingers like lightning, tapping several people in quick succession to stop the bleeding. He told those with superficial wounds to bandage themselves, then walked over to Li Cheng, took his hand, and channeled his Yuan Power to heal him. Only after Li Cheng’s pale complexion gradually began to regain its healthy glow did Fang Yun release his hand, stand up, and reach into his pants pocket. With a thought, a porcelain bottle appeared in his hand. This porcelain bottle had once held elixirs, but Fang Yun had long since consumed them all; now it was filled with spring water. Seeing that everyone was exhausted, he wanted to help them regain their strength. “Come on, come on, I’ve got some medicinal water here. Everyone, have a sip,” Fang Yun said as he poured a mouthful of spring water for each person before putting the porcelain bottle back in his pocket. As soon as the spring water touched their tongues, everyone’s eyes lit up. Even Li Bing, who had always been cold and aloof, wore a look of astonishment on his face. They all felt a warm, invigorating energy fill their bodies; their exhaustion vanished without a trace, and their minds became much clearer. Everyone’s hearts were filled with gratitude. Fang Yun had saved their lives, treated their injuries, and even shared his precious potion with them. That’s right—they’d all mistaken the spring water for Fang Yun’s secret, precious potion; otherwise, how could it have produced such miraculous results? “Why are those foreign martial artists so brazen these days? How dare they enter our Huaxia to hunt you down?” Fang Yun asked curiously. “Last month, a Heaven-level beast appeared on a snow-capped mountain in Tibet and attacked people. It took the combined efforts of four Heaven-level martial artists from China to eliminate it, but each of them was seriously injured in the process. As a result, there are currently no Heaven-level martial artists stationed there, so those foreign scoundrels dared to take advantage of the situation,” Zeng Yong explained in detail to Fang Yun. Through their conversation, Fang Yun learned that martial artists on Earth are currently classified into Heaven, Earth, and Human tiers, as well as “mainstream” and “non-mainstream” categories. Above the Heaven tier lies the Saint tier, though no one has reached that level in several hundred years. Fang Yun compared the levels and realized that the Saint-level was roughly equivalent to his own strength during the Golden Core stage. In other words, he was already one level higher than the Saint-level—a thought that made Fang Yun feel elated as he let his imagination run wild. “Brother Fang, what are you up to these days?” At Fang Yun’s insistence, Zeng Yong finally started addressing him as “Brother Fang.” “Hehe, I’m not doing anything right now—I’m planning to go back to my hometown,” Fang Yun thought to himself. He hadn’t been to work in so many years; he must have been fired long ago. Zeng Yong was overjoyed. “Why don’t you join our Dragon Group, Brother Fang? With your skills, you’d definitely be able to hold your own against those foreign martial artists.” Zeng Yong was determined to bring Fang Yun into the Dragon Group to serve the country. With even Heaven-rank martial artists currently injured, Fang Yun’s加入 would be a much-needed shot in the arm for China’s martial arts community. Fang Yun was about to refuse, but then he reconsidered and asked, “Would joining the Dragon Group come with a lot of restrictions?” Fang Yun realized he hadn’t been home in six years and had lost all contact with his family. He truly didn’t know how to explain things to them; if he told the truth, they’d likely think he was lying to them even more. If he joined the Dragon Group, he could have them explain to his family that he was working for the country and couldn’t contact them due to classified matters—that way, he could keep the truth from them. “No, no—especially for someone like you, Brother Fang. We’d only ask for your help if the Dragon Group really couldn’t handle a situation on its own. The rest of the time, you’d have complete freedom. Plus, the bonuses for each mission are extremely generous. Brother Fang, why don’t you come check out the Dragon Group first and see how it goes?” Noticing that Fang Yun seemed somewhat tempted, Zeng Yong hurriedly launched into a lengthy pitch, extolling the Dragon Group’s benefits and perks. “Alright, I’ll go with you guys to check out the Dragon Group,” Fang Yun agreed after giving it some thought. “Great! I’ve already notified headquarters via satellite phone—a helicopter will be here to pick us up shortly.” Hearing Fang Yun’s agreement, everyone jumped to their feet and cheered. An hour later, Fang Yun and the squad members boarded a helicopter. On board, Fang Yun kept feeling as though he’d forgotten something; it took him a while to realize he’d forgotten to say goodbye to the Gao sisters. “I hope they aren’t too upset. I’ll just have to wait until we get to Beijing to call and let them know,” Fang Yun thought to himself. A few hours later, the helicopter landed on a large parade ground at a base deep within a dense forest surrounded by mountains. As soon as he stepped off the helicopter, Fang Yun was startled—there were so many people! The parade ground was packed with at least several hundred people, lined up in neat formations. As soon as they saw Fang Yun and his team disembark, several generals in military uniforms, with stars on their shoulders, came forward to greet them. The one leading the group had three stars—he was clearly a general. “You must be Mr. Fang. Welcome, welcome! I’m Long Fei, head of the Dragon Group. Thank you very much for coming to our rescue this time.” Fang Yun was a bit taken aback by such a grand display of authority; after all, the highest-ranking official he’d ever seen growing up was just a county magistrate. What Fang Yun didn’t know was that a single phone call from Zeng Yong had sent shockwaves through the entire Dragon Group. A 29-year-old Heaven-level cultivator—something unheard of in the history of Huaxia—had even caught the attention of the highest-ranking officials. To show their respect, every available member of the Dragon Group had come to greet him. Long Fei scrutinized Fang Yun closely. “A Heaven-Rank cultivator so young—truly a prodigy. I’ve been training relentlessly every day, and even now, nearing forty, I’m still only at the peak of Earth-Rank.” Long Fei didn’t doubt the authenticity of Fang Yun’s Heaven-level status for a moment. He knew Zeng Yong well—the man never lied. Besides, he was familiar with Black Bear, who, like himself, was at the peak of Earth-level. Even Black Bear, accompanied by over a dozen Earth-level martial artists, had been defeated by Fang Yun. No one would believe Fang Yun wasn’t Heaven-level now. After a brief round of pleasantries, Long Fei led Fang Yun into the dining hall, where a banquet had already been set up. “Mr. Fang, here—I’ll toast to you.” Soldiers are naturally generous; he raised a bowl full of baijiu and downed it in one gulp. Without a word, Long Fei chugged three bowls of baijiu in quick succession. Fang Yun gritted his teeth and downed his as well. “Good!” Instantly, the group’s regard for Fang Yun soared. “Whoa, I almost passed out.” Fang Yun wiped the sweat from his brow. These guys were incredibly generous—the whole group came up to toast him. If Fang Yun hadn’t used his Yuan Power to counteract the alcohol, he would’ve been knocked out long ago. However, this earned him everyone’s respect; drinking so much baijiu and coming out unscathed—he was a true legend. During the banquet, Long Fei heard Zeng Yong mention that Fang Yun was willing to join the Dragon Group and was over the moon with joy. He agreed to all of Fang Yun’s requests without hesitation, immediately had his men process the necessary documents, and promised to dispatch a squad of soldiers to escort Fang Yun home. A short while later, the credentials arrived, accompanied by a service pistol and two sets of military uniforms. Fang Yun opened the credentials and saw that they read “Special Advisor to the Huaxia Security Bureau,” with the military rank clearly listed as Major General. Fang Yun happily fiddled with the service pistol, completely unable to believe that he had suddenly become a general.