Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

Five minutes later, Linghu Mingde, who had quietly slipped out of the manor during his big celebration, followed Lin Rui to his secret base.

The two locations were not far from each other, with less than five kilometers separating the Linghu family's manor and Mingde University.

There was also a secret passage beneath Linghu Mingde's study, leading directly to the interior of Mingde University—a passage that had been built when the university was first established. Linghu Mingde had scarcely used it, but today it just so happened to come in handy.

The two men managed to leave without the many powerful martial guests in the manor noticing.

Lin Rui walked ahead with Linghu Mingde, grimacing as he said, "Today is your grand celebration, sir. You could have actually waited one more day. Coming for the check-up tomorrow wouldn't have been too late."

His purpose in bringing Linghu Mingde was to give him a comprehensive medical examination.

Earlier in the manor, he had already taken Linghu Mingde's pulse.

However, the condition inside Linghu Mingde's body was simply too poor. Not only was the internal magnetic field chaotic, but various pheromones were also intricately confused, and his Qi and blood were either obstructed or weakened. Lin Rui's Spiritual Sense was insufficient to clearly distinguish these issues, and he could only rely on some precision instruments to further identify them.

Only after fully understanding Linghu Mingde's physical condition could he come up with the best treatment plan.

Actually, Lin Rui had intended to wait until after the birthday banquet, or even till tomorrow, to invite Linghu Mingde for an examination and treatment.

He hadn't expected the old gentleman to be so impatient.

"I have already met the real distinguished guests; they had left long ago. Those remaining in the manor are merely opportunists, or those with ulterior motives trying to probe my weaknesses."

Linghu Mingde, hands behind his back, said, "A group of flies tailing after me, how can they be more important than my life?"

His eyes conveyed a strong sense of surprise and anticipation.

In the reports from his intelligence department, Linghu Mingde had seen the name 'Gong Hengdao'.

This top sniper from the Dark Mercenary World was not only serving Lin Rui but might also be promoted to the Seventh Realm!

His intelligence head speculated that Gong Hengdao's Armament Syndrome might have improved.

However, they had not discovered that Gong Hengdao's Armament Syndrome was related to 'Ling Huan' and had also misjudged the medical resources at Lin Rui's disposal.

Considering Lin Rui was currently Si Malin's most favored disciple and closely collaborated with the East Asia Biological Sciences Academy, his intelligence head concluded Lin Rui's medical resources were related to this.

They also didn't clarify the current state of Armament Syndrome faced by Gong Hengdao and his comrades.

Linghu Mingde had never considered it from his own perspective.

He was a Super Monarch Martial Cultivator of Eight Realms! His Armament Syndrome resulted from a fierce battle with Ling Huan, which twisted his spiritual recognition of the armaments through an Illusion Technique.

Simply put, his soul no longer recognized the armaments inside his body.

These armaments also failed to recognize his soul, and even replacement proved futile.

If it were an ordinary person, they could simply stop using the armaments, but Linghu Mingde couldn't afford to. His physical condition and Primordial Spirit were entirely supported by the main and auxiliary armaments.

Without these armaments, both his body and Primordial Spirit would collapse instantly.

Moreover, due to the Alien Body Assimilation effect, Linghu Mingde's alien aspect would also progressively weaken.

Linghu Mingde had sought famous doctors before; he had visited over a dozen well-known medical institutions and several academies within the Earth Federation, but still had not found a cure.

Almost everyone had told him that his condition was extremely complex and severe. Linghu Mingde had already experienced numerous side effects from the first generation of armaments, and the distortions caused by Ling Huan's Illusion Technique made his mental symptoms irreversible.

Perhaps only Huang Fuqing, widely acknowledged as a top expert in biological and armament technologies, could resolve his condition.

Thus, Linghu Mingde had never considered that Lin Rui, who had managed to improve Gong Hengdao's syndrome, might also cure his condition.

Until Lin Rui mentioned to him that he was a student of Huang Fuqing and a second-generation disciple of Academician Huangfu!

Lin Rui's lips twitched slightly, thinking that Mr. Linghu's reasoning indeed made sense.

It did make sense. Other people's opinions and viewpoints could never be as crucial as one's own life, especially since Linghu Mingde's life was completely connected to his whole family.

When the two entered the vast basement of their newly built mansion, Linghu Mingde saw a man in his thirties, with delicate features and a spirited demeanor, wearing a military jacket, waiting at the door.

"Are you Gong Hengdao?" Linghu Mingde stared intently at the man,

Before coming, he had reviewed Gong Hengdao's detailed information again, so he recognized the man immediately.

Linghu Mingde carefully sensed Gong Hengdao's mental state and biological magnetic field, his heart slightly stirred, "The previous syndrome, was it indeed caused by Ling Huan?"

"Are you Marshal Linghu?" Gong Hengdao first expressed surprise, then bowed respectfully with a sudden realization, "As you said, my mental cognition was indeed distorted by Ling Huan before I met my boss. My spirit was almost out of control, and my body had begun to mutate, but now I am recovered."

Gong Hengdao didn't quite understand why Lin Rui had called him back to the base.

He had just been busy at the Alien Company in Hailan. Although the company had returned to normal operations, the affairs were still quite complicated, the mines left by the previous management had to be dealt with one by one.

So after returning from the Seventh Base City, Gong Hengdao went straight back to the headquarters of the Alien Company.

Just as he had barely settled into his office, Lin Rui called him back to the base.

However, the moment he recognized Linghu Mingde, he understood the purpose; his boss wanted him to demonstrate with his body.

Linghu Mingde was one of the earliest Alien Walkers, not only a pioneer of Biochemical Martial Arts but also had served as a powerful two-star Marshal in the military.

There were still martial arts textbooks in the military academy that Linghu Mingde himself had compiled, so Gong Hengdao held great respect for him.

Linghu Mingde also understood Lin Rui's intentions and nodded with emotional turmoil in his eyes, "His Armament Syndrome has indeed healed; at least I can't sense any trace of it. It's rare that the person and the armament are very coordinated, which is unbelievable."

Those top biological scientists and prosthetic doctors could also improve Gong Hengdao's condition, even bringing his mental state close to that of an ordinary person.

The problem was that even the top prosthetic doctors couldn't make Gong Hengdao's armament blend without leaving any complications.

"Old gentleman, your condition is definitely much worse than his."

Lin Rui continued to walk forward with a smile, leading Linghu Mingde toward the lead room, "From what I gathered when I took your pulse just now, there is still a way to solve it. Your spiritual power is very strong, and the state of the alien body is also quite healthy. As long as we resolve the coordination issue between your spirit and armament and replenish the Primordial Qi within you, living another one to two hundred years would be easy."

Linghu Mingde thought to himself about the issue of 'resolving the coordination between spirit and armament'; it was a problem that even the top doctors of the present age couldn't solve.

By then, Lin Rui had already led him into a huge lead room, which made Linghu Mingde very puzzled. Why did Lin Rui bring him here for a check-up? And why build such a large lead room underground? The height alone was about thirty meters, and the thickness of the lead room was astounding. Once Linghu Mingde entered, his Spiritual Sense completely lost touch with the outside situation.

Furthermore, the method of examination that Lin Rui planned to use also made Linghu Mingde extremely puzzled.

Lin Rui walked up to a surgical pod inside the lead room and gestured for Linghu Mingde to lie down, then asked again, "Old gentleman, before we begin, I need to confirm with you, my examination method is quite unusual; it has to be done under full anesthesia. Are you sure you can accept this?

Plus, while I am performing a physical examination on you, I might also conduct some surgical implantation to improve your connection with the armament. You need to sign a consent form for full anesthesia and surgery, and it would be best to get your family's permission, or at least let them know. The whole process might take about three hours, and due to my privacy, bystanders are not accepted."

Linghu Mingde was undisturbed by the words; what kind of anesthetic could possibly intoxicate him?

Even if his body could be anesthetized, his Primordial Spirit could remain aware.

Besides, he was already in such a state, close to death, with nothing left to lose.

Did he even have a choice? This seemed like a reliable straw to grasp, and he must seize it no matter what.

Since Lin Rui didn't accept any bystanders, notifying in advance wasn't very significant.

Linghu Mingde received the consent form sent by Lin Rui, glanced over it briefly, and then signed his electronic signature, "I understand; I can sign the surgery consent form myself."

Just moments after he had signed his electronic signature, Linghu Mingde felt a prick in the back of his head from an anesthetic needle.

Initially, Linghu Mingde felt nothing, but shortly after, he felt his consciousness fog over.

Linghu Mingde was secretly shocked, pondering if this was the anesthetic used by the Children's Song Killer? It was so potent!

Just as this thought flashed through his mind, everything went dark, and he completely passed out.

Soon after Linghu Mingde had fallen unconscious, a gigantic figure, towering 21 meters high, walked into the lead room from the other side.

—That was the Emperor Hao Divine Dragon possessed by Huang Fuqing!