"Alright!"

Lu Tiannan was silent for a long time, then slowly sighed and said:

"I... may have overreacted. Even without the presence of the Right Hand, in two more years, there might also be a Left Hand and Left Foot, Right Hand and Right Foot emerging..."

"One Right Hand is terrifying, but what's more terrifying is the existence of countless Right Hands, hidden in corners unbeknownst to anyone, like cockroaches in the dark."

There are some truths that Lu Tiannan actually understands; it's just that he has a mental barrier in his heart.

Especially after systematically learning the concepts of the First Epoch and the Second Epoch, Lu Tiannan instinctively developed a strong fear of the monster inside his body.

Undying and unchanging, yet ever-evolving.

This thing is different from the Spirit Beasts or some incomplete ancient relics he had seen before.

Lu Tiannan actually knows, after understanding the essence of the Right Hand's existence, that he is truly afraid...

But he doesn't fear death; he fears that his own insignificant skills cannot bear this heavy burden.

In three hundred years, Lu Tiannan's most unforgettable memory is still from when he fled during a famine as a child.

Not injecting the Spirit Particle Potion can slow down the evolution of the Right Hand...

But as Master Fuli said, these things are actually meaningless. The Right Hand will never have its day, and other primal cells will eventually surface.

"You're the cockroach!"

The Right Hand let out a cold snort again, loudly rejecting Lu Tiannan's nonsense.

"Beast, shut up!" Lu Tiannan took a deep breath and, as usual, glared at it angrily.

......

Li Wenkang handed Lu Tiannan the Spirit Particle Potion.

Ansheng jumped to a nearby storage cabinet, rummaging through the drawers to see if there was any other tea.

The tea brewed by Old Li was Liu Bao tea, a very distinctive type of dark tea. One can taste the flavor of aged Pu-erh in it, but Ansheng wasn't too fond of it.

Because the taste of Liu Bao tea inadvertently reminded him of the process of "worm-fermented tea."

Duck Shit Aroma may lack duck feces, but worm-fermented tea truly contains worm feces.

"What are you doing rummaging through my drawer?"

Li Wenkang looked puzzled, turning to Master Fuli who was pulling his drawer and said, "It's about time. Let's go to the confidential room for the meeting and come back to have fun later!"

"I'm looking for your hidden tea. The Liu Bao tea you made is average, the woody aroma is too weak, and it lacks sweetness. Probably about three hundred yuan per kilo with change." Ansheng said confidently.

"It's good enough that there's anything to sip. It's from the bar outside." Li Wenkang shook his head and quipped.

Master Fuli might have guessed the price right, but Li Wenkang had no idea about the tea's price; he just casually picked some up from the water bar without spending a dime.

"?"

Ansheng pointed at Old Li's back and jokingly said to Professor Wu, "Another one who prefers convenience over buying!"

"Pfft..."

Professor Wu chuckled softly, picked up his toolbox, hugged Master Fuli, and walked towards the confidential room, not responding.

The meeting was held online, with all attendees participating under the names of their organizations or units.

The giant screen on the wall turned on, displaying more than twenty member organizations from departments and research institutes under the Security Bureau.

"Hmm?"

Ansheng was stunned, noticing that many of the scholarly-looking participants had visible injuries on their cheeks, with some cheeks still bearing bluish-purple shoe marks.

"Professor Wu... were you not joking about the in-fighting at the internal meeting?"

Not long ago, Professor Wu had mentioned that before the official meeting, numerous internal seminars had been held, with the experts and professors even getting into physical and armed altercations.

Ansheng initially thought it was a joke, but upon seeing the scholarly faces on the screen, he couldn't help but hold back.

Ah Zhen, did you guys actually go all out?

"The five skills of the new era scholar: knowledge, integrity, physique, martial arts, and throwing." Professor Wu smiled, glanced at Master Fuli, and confirmed, "Opinions evolve through mutual exchange and conflict, right?"

"Accept fewer practitioner students and more of the well-learned ones."

"As the saying goes, you reap what you sow..."

Under the same position, scholars who can sit at a table to discuss and exchange are usually not too different in rank, and sometimes fierce debates are normal.

"Well, that's okay. At least it's not like speed over substance in those online six skills." Ansheng quipped.

And as the meeting commenced, Li Wenkang presented the report and analyzed the feasibility data.

All twenty-plus units listened attentively, but upon closer observation, one could clearly see their representatives whispering to each other behind the scenes.

Discussion was allowed during the meeting. Otherwise, effective exchange of opinions would be impossible.

But.

They were discussing matters unrelated to what Li Wenkang was presenting; they had previously discussed the Dragon People's corpse in-depth and reached a conclusion.

"Master Fuli... so desirable! Shouldn't we try and coax him over as the head martial instructor?"

"Damn Old Li, why does he always get the good stuff? Buy one, get one free, with added incentives!"

Li Wenkang was involved in fundamental research on spiritual particles, leaning towards Xinxing Agricultural Science College. The Agricultural Research Institute originally had a uniquely talented Ah Qing.

Now Ah Qing reciprocates and brings the even more significant Master Fuli into the mix.

The meeting lasted a total of four hours, not finishing the feasibility demonstration until about two o'clock.

The first hour, the scholars and field agents from over twenty units privately discussed Master Fuli's deeds.

The second hour was spent reviewing Master Fuli's classic mechanics techniques and the theoretical limits of physique strength.

During the third and fourth hours, when discussing Old Li's potential report, various representatives seemed eager to catch Master Fuli's attention and make acquaintances with him.

"Our Master Fuli has become quite the superstar. Did you see those old chaps? Each one seemed distracted, trying to catch Master Fuli's attention in a rather flamboyant manner."

Sitting in an ergonomic chair, having completed the vote and finalized the decision-making process, Li Wenkang opened a bottle of mineral water, took a sip, and humorously addressed Master Fuli:

"After going home, remember to have Principal Yang and the others strengthen campus security. Let's put electric fencing around the perimeter. The moral bottom line of Spirit Particle Science experts and professors is highly agile."

"Regarding the release of the Dragon People's corpse, there's no rush. I still have some cell sample collection to complete."

"It's all fine. You just manage things on your end." Ansheng nodded gently and said, "Remember to reimburse Ah Qing two thousand yuan for travel expenses. Had I known the meeting would last this long, I'd rather have written a proxy letter and let you vote for me..."

"Ugh..." Ansheng stretched luxuriously to ease his stiff body and quipped, "I'm so sleepy, the northern winter really is only suitable for staying wrapped up under the covers..."

Ansheng jumped onto Professor Wu's shoulder, ready to hitch a ride out of the confidential room.

And at that moment.

Having silently injected Spiritual Particle Potion under the table for four hours, the Right Hand suddenly addressed Master Fuli while putting away the Spiritual Particle Injection Pen:

"Master Fuli, I want to report that right after receiving the Spiritual Particle Potion, I seem to have sensed another of my kind, one that should have awoken not too long ago."

"Probably awakened within the last thirty-some years."

The Right Hand, looking perfectly honest, provided a report to Master Fuli to repay his kindness.

After injecting a liter of Spirit Particle Potion, the Right Hand did not exhibit a strong evolutionary tendency.

However, deep within its genes, there arose an extremely faint desire for absorption and fusion.

The existence of the "Perfect" is essentially a miracle of life constructed by countless lives joining hands.

Their consumption and assimilation, in some sense, should be considered mutual support through difficult times, inheriting each other's memories and powers, becoming a new life form with the characteristics of both.

The Right Hand sensed that in the Xia Country region, a wounded primal cell was emitting a distress signal.