Chen Shouyi answered the phone call from his mom.

"Mom, I'm fine, what could happen to me? Everything's okay in Hedong now too."

"Yes, I eat on time every day."

"Clothes? With my constitution, can I still catch a cold?"

"Okay, okay, I'll definitely wear them."

"Why rush back? It's hard to get a chance to go out and have fun, no need to overthink, your son is making money now."

"Water sound?" Chen Shouyi glanced at the Shell Lady who was sitting in the basin, playing with water, and quickly covered the receiver. He told the Shell Lady, "Be quiet!"

The Shell Lady was stunned for a moment, nodded vigorously, and then immediately held her breath and submerged.

Chen Shouyi looked at the Shell Lady, who he had just reprimanded and obviously became more obedient, feeling satisfied in his heart, and immediately said, "Water? No, you heard it wrong."

After chatting a bit more, suddenly there was a splash as the Shell Lady quickly emerged from the water.

The breath-holding was really short.

"Nothing, nothing at all, just accidentally knocked over the basin earlier. Let's not talk now, I'm hanging up." Chen Shouyi hung up the phone.

"Have you washed clean?" Chen Shouyi squatted down and asked.

"Already clean." The Shell Lady stood up and twirled, showing off her snow-white, delicate body.

Really, knowing no shame.

Chen Shouyi muttered to himself, scooped up the Shell Lady with a big hand, wrapped her in a towel until she was a ball, dried her body, and placed her on the bed.

The Shell Lady quickly put on a Barbie Doll's princess dress by herself, sat properly, and said, "Oh great Giant, can I see Prepared now?"

Hmm, seems effective, Chen Shouyi thought proudly, but maintained a calm appearance, saying, "As long as you're good, of course, you can."

...

"Do you think our daughter is in early romance?" Zhang Jingyi, wearing pajamas and leaning on the bed with a facial mask on her face, suddenly said.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Song Qiran was reading a book and responded casually.

"I'm her mom, don't I know what she's thinking? Haven't you noticed she's in a good mood recently? With such pressure in her senior year, where does she get such a good mood?" Zhang Jingyi asked.

"Seems like it!" Song Qiran suddenly felt a bit uneasy, immediately putting down the book, "Should I call her over to ask?"

"She's already asleep, and can you even ask about this? You might make things worse. Don't be fooled by how obedient Ting Ting is; she can be as stubborn as a mule." Zhang Jingyi sneered.

"What should we do then?" Involving their precious daughter, Song Qiran also became anxious.

"Dating is no big deal, I'm just worried she'll be sweet-talked into something. Don't you have an invitation?"

"This is absurd, that's a Martial Artist matchmaking event, our daughter is too young to attend, and I don't intend to go." Song Qiran said irritably; as a provincial state-owned company's head, he naturally had an invitation.

"No one's saying you should take it seriously, just let her see the world a bit, so she won't be fooled by some silly boy."

...

Hedong City's Lanshan District, at a large biopharmaceutical company.

On the surface, this is just a regular biomanufacturing company, but nobody knows it's actually the Jiangnan Province contact point for the Pantheon.

A handsome young man in a suit sat in the CEO's office, skillfully accessing the dark web.

The dark web, also known as the invisible web, is like the world's day and night; the internet also has light and darkness. If the internet is an iceberg, the part we usually access is the 4% above water, while the 96% below the surface is the dark web.

The dark web harbors all conceivable evils: hacker trades, smuggling organs, assassination services, hired killings, drugs, crimes, and even platforms charging high fees for "viewing murder shows," brutally bloody, torturing to death.

This is virtually the hotbed of vice.

"The mission failed!" The young man said in a low voice, "Kubo Squad was wiped out, even one of the key plants we painstakingly cultivated was eliminated!"

"I noticed." On the video call, a blond, wooden-faced middle-aged man nodded nonchalantly, with people in hazmat suits bustling past in the hallway behind him, obviously a laboratory.

"Should we continue?" The young man asked.

"No, hide for now; the Martial Artist Level test subjects are sufficient for the time being. Hehe, don't provoke these superpowers' sensitive and fragile nerves, but I believe, it won't be long..." As he spoke towards the end, a touch of madness crept into his previously dull face.

...

Feeling a whim after morning training, Chen Shouyi bought several canned flame throwers and some dilute nitric acid. After closing the door, he prepared to experiment on the mysterious finger bone.

First, he placed the finger bone in the flame thrower.

This type of thrower can reach temperatures of 1500 degrees Celsius; he previously used it to melt gold.

"Hmm!"

He noticed the flame slightly avoiding the sides.

Does this bone still retain some power?

But he noticed this power was extremely weak, even less than his wind control ability on Earth, barely noticeable.

Its thermal conductivity was low, or maybe some internal force blocked the high-temperature invasion.

Chen Shouyi burned through four gas cylinders, and the finger bone only became a little hot and red but still unsoftened.

Clearly, its melting point was far above 1,500 degrees Celsius.

Unlike ordinary bone that emits a stench when burned, this crystalline finger bone had no odor, as if it had become another substance.

He immediately placed the red-hot finger bone into the prepared ice water.

With a "sizzle," the living room filled with steam.

Once the steam cleared, Chen Shouyi used pliers to retrieve it.

He was surprised to find the finger bone still intact.

Chen Shouyi thought this hard bone must be brittle, but its toughness exceeded expectations. He then placed the finger bone in dilute nitric acid, but it remained unchanged.

Looking at the acid-soaked, newly cleaned, and even shinier finger bone, Chen Shouyi marveled, played with it for a while, and then put it in his pocket.

"Gotta find a chance to use a heavy-duty hydraulic press on it."

He mused to himself.

Just then, the phone rang, and Chen Shouyi went to the bedroom to answer it.

"What's up?"

"Advisor Chen, there's a task, I'm waiting for you downstairs." The caller was Bai Xiaoling.

"Alright, coming right away!" Chen Shouyi felt his heart sink, hung up the phone, grabbed the Long Sword, and headed downstairs.

Bai Xiaoling's car was already running downstairs, equipped with a siren.

"What's the task?" Chen Shouyi asked as soon as he got in, opening the car door.

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