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Chapter 101: Unmelting Realm

Relaxing in his new home, Bai Mo began to browse the internet, delving into reports and comments about the various events that had transpired recently.

"Endnovel.com actually didn't go down. Looks like its servers aren't in coastal areas, or they have backups." He habitually opened Endnovel.com from his bookmarks. "It's a shame so many authors disappeared... and no one probably has the mind for novels these days. Only a few scattered authors have updated their works here. My manuscript for Martial Edict is almost depleted, so this time I'll just upload the rest of the complete work. Even though it's only about thirty thousand characters by the time it's finished, not enough to be 'shelved,' it's still bad to leave a story unfinished."

As soon as he uploaded the remaining ten thousand-plus characters of Martial Edict in one go, the comment section immediately exploded.

"Author completed the book, you're a god!"

"Good person, may you live a peaceful life!"

"Sequel, please!"

...

"Taking back what I said about no one paying attention. There are actually so many people still following this book. But it's understandable, it's rare to find a free and effective cultivation method, even if it's just a basic body refinement technique for guiding Spirit Qi. It seems like it's been a while since I contacted them. I wonder if anything happened." When matters didn't directly concern him, Bai Mo rarely paid attention to the situations of others, typical of someone living entirely in his own world.

In the time that followed, he stopped bothering with the comment section and instead dedicated himself entirely to studying various academic subjects. He felt a significant gap between himself and those old professors who had immersed themselves in their respective fields for years. Many of his discoveries, in the end, were largely due to luck. To maintain his leading position in cultivation research, he had to constantly learn, otherwise, the slight head start brought by his good fortune would quickly be overtaken by others.

The bookshelves in his new home were still completely empty, so he had no choice but to read the e-books stored on his computer.

"My memory and comprehension have improved significantly. My learning speed is roughly three times what it used to be. If I'd had such good comprehension and memory four or five years ago, I would've been a minor genius." Bai Mo thought to himself. "This should be some of the effects brought about by the brain's spirit-energization. It's a pity I still have no clue how to achieve the final twenty percent of the transformation."

"Memory and comprehension can both improve with evolution. Even ordinary people will eventually be able to catch up to geniuses. So what is it that ultimately creates such a massive disparity between people?" This question suddenly flashed through his mind.

Without needing to eat, spending every day reading, thinking, and calculating, sleeping when tired, and continuing to read upon waking — after a week of such monotonous days, Bai Mo's peaceful life was finally broken.

"Ring-a-ling..." The telephone in Bai Mo's room rang.

"May I ask who's calling?"

"Hello, Mr. Bai. I'm Commissioner Liu's secretary. Mr. Liu asked me to inquire if there's anything else you need."

"Probably not. I'm very grateful for his help; otherwise, finding a place would have been a hassle."

"Of course, of course. Mr. Bai is one of our top-tier researchers, so various provisions should naturally be prioritized."

"Is there anything else?" Bai Mo knew full well that the other party wouldn't call without a reason.

"It's like this: Mr. Liu felt the sample had a good effect after using it. So he wanted me to ask when Mr. Bai's sample mass production project can begin, or what kind of support you might need. We can provide anything."

"This..." Bai Mo pondered, feeling that many of his plans could begin from this point. "There will be some rather special requirements. Could I schedule a time to meet with Commissioner Liu in person to discuss them?"

"In that case... does Mr. Bai believe I don't have the authority to handle this matter?" The tone on the other end of the line clearly turned somewhat unfriendly.

"That's not the reason. There are some unique matters that need to be discussed."

"Alright, I'll go consult Mr. Liu for his opinion and will notify you later." The voice on the other end coldly hung up the phone.

"Spirit Animation Stage, then let's name the next stage the Unmelting Realm." Bai Mo began writing his cultivation notes in a notebook. "This stage's primary focus is integrating all parts of the body into the Life Field, transforming it into an organic whole. In the Unmelting Realm, all parts of the body begin to merge with the Life Field, abilities start to receive deeper reinforcement, and the Life Field rapidly strengthens, becoming the primary defense of an Ability User..."

Bai Mo meticulously wrote his observations and description of the Unmelting Realm in his notebook, as if writing a thesis. However, he carefully avoided mentioning how to enter the Unmelting Realm, repeatedly revising it to ensure no one could deduce the specific integration method before uploading the article to the institute's internal database.

Not long after the article was uploaded, the phone in Bai Mo's room rang again.

"Captain Bai? It's Wen Jian."

"What is it?"

"General Zhang has already finished reading what you just uploaded. He's very curious how you have such a detailed understanding of this new stage, the Unmelting Realm, so he asked me to contact you."

"If you want to ask me how to enter the Unmelting Realm, just say it directly. There's no need to beat around the bush."

"Captain Bai... haha." Wen Jian tried to mask his embarrassment.

"Did General Zhang not understand what I meant in the article?"

"Uh?"

"It was merely a matter of luck for me. I've said all I can."

Seeing that Bai Mo had no intention of elaborating, Wen Jian didn't press the issue to make a fool of himself. After his trip to Italy, he clearly understood that this man's fists were already hard enough to withstand immense pressure. So, he turned to call General Zhang to report.

Shortly after Wen Jian hung up, Bai Mo was about to walk back to his desk when the phone rang again.

"Who is it?"

"I'm Commissioner Liu's secretary. Mr. Liu has agreed to meet you the day after tomorrow at 4 PM in the reception room of the Huaxia New Government building. I will guide you downstairs then."

"Thank you."

"Not at all. Mr. Liu is very concerned about this matter."

"Who wouldn't pay close attention if they could live longer?" After hanging up, Bai Mo murmured softly, then reseated himself at his desk and began preparing the materials needed for the meeting the day after tomorrow.

Late at night, Bai Mo calmed his mind and began to meticulously inspect his body.

"A week of high-intensity mental study seems to have had some effect. The brain's spirit-energization level has increased by an estimated one percent. It truly is 'use it or lose it'; the root of evolution seems to be just two words— 'use more.' However, there probably aren't many people who can calm their minds and study intensely for sixteen hours a day like I do."

"Furthermore, since most of the power from various parts of my body can be mobilized through the Life Field, the necessity of learning precise force application techniques has decreased. The energy-absorbing skin, now integrated into the Life Field, is estimated to reduce damage from ordinary energy attacks by over eighty percent. Coupled with the Life Field's own defense, flamethrower-level energy attacks shouldn't harm me in the slightest. However, strategic weapons like missiles could still severely injure me if I'm caught in a direct blast. The range of my divine sense still remains around three hundred meters, but its precision has slightly improved. When fully concentrated on a small area, I can roughly observe the activities within cells."

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