Biochemical Martial Arts: Supreme Heavenly Venerate

Linghu Mingde's flagship, the Sky Fox, had just docked when he learned that his family doctor, Zhao Dong, arrived at the port ten minutes earlier and was waiting.

However, Linghu Mingde was more concerned with another matter; Lin Rui, who was riding in the supercar Shen Wing 520, had been targeted in a sniper attack and was believed to be dead.

But he quickly confirmed through various intelligence that Lin Rui was safe and sound, the one in the car was merely one of Lin Rui's clone prosthetics.

Yet, this man's whereabouts were currently unknown. Several of Lin Rui's skilled subordinates had also disappeared without a trace.

A few dark lines formed between Linghu Mingde's eyebrows as he thought, this kid isn't out playing the "Children's Song Killer" again, is he?

He immediately shook his head, unconcerned.

In his view, it wasn't a big deal; young people needed to vent their emotions now and then, perfectly normal.

Lin Rui's progress in Martial Arts was astonishing, already breaking the norms at the Fourth Realm by implanting numerous powerful cybernetic enhancements, elevating his total enhancement rating to an unprecedented 4SSS, maybe even 4SSS+, which was incredibly aggressive.

Probably due to pressure, the treacherous environment Lin Rui faced both on and off Sky Extreme Star forced him to improve as quickly as possible.

However, one could imagine the heavy mental toll it took on Lin Rui.

Each Armored Martial Artist had their own way of relieving stress; some liked gambling, some enjoyed the company of beautiful women, and others fancied luxury cars.

Lin Rui liked killing—taking out fully deserving villains and drug traffickers, nothing too serious.

Once Lin Rui reached the Ninth Realm and became a Congressional Honorary Member, such petty crimes would be no issue.

After reviewing Lin Rui's information, Linghu Mingde then turned his attention to his family doctor. He glanced sideways at his eldest son, Linghu Tianchou, "This Zhao Dong, he was summoned by you, right?"

"Yes," Linghu Tianchou spoke cautiously, "After the recent battle, several uncles and brothers were injured, so I invited Zhao Dong to have a look at them."

Linghu Mingde let out a derisive laugh.

It wasn't as if they lacked skilled prosthetic doctors within their company, and there were plenty accompanying them whose injuries had already been properly tended to.

It wasn't such a serious matter that required Zhao Dong's expertise; Linghu Tianchou's true intention in inviting him was obviously to have his own condition checked.

"Trying to be clever," Linghu Mingde shook his head, "Well, since he is already here, let him have a look. I actually have a few words I wish to share with him."

Hearing this, Linghu Tianchou felt a bit puzzled but left cheerfully to invite Zhao Dong onto the Sky Fox's bridge.

This doctor was not only the family's physician but also an aspiring Academician with a significant reputation in the medical and cybernetic enhancement field, deserving of respect from the Linghu Family.

Roughly two minutes later, Linghu Tianchou led a middle-aged man, about forty, with spectacles and a calm and earnest demeanor, into the room.

It was Zhao Dong, carrying a briefcase, and as soon as he entered, his face was aglow with a smile, "Marshal Linghu! I've heard about the fleet battle not long ago, Sky Fox Trade Company was victorious! All the major social media apps are abuzz, they say you still have your edge, truly deserving the title 'Heavenly Fox.' Your company only lost seven escort ships and managed to wipe out an entire division of the Evil Pirate Group, much more capable than those good-for-nothings in the Star Navy."

He then turned to Linghu Mingde, respectfully saying, "The director was concerned about your health, asking me to give you a thorough check-up, to see if there are any internal injuries that need treatment?"

Linghu Mingde couldn't help but smile wryly, "Tianchou is just too earnest, not cut out for bigger responsibilities."

He extended his hand towards Zhao Dong, "If you want to check, then go ahead. Start with taking my pulse."

Zhao Dong was initially baffled by Linghu Mingde's words.

Nevertheless, he sat down in front of Linghu Mingde and placed his hand on his pulse.

Zhao Dong had earned the trust of the Linghu Family and became their family doctor due to his proficiency in both Eastern and Western medicine.

—It is worth noting here that Eastern and Western medicine included not only traditional Chinese and Western medicine but also the medicine practiced on Sky Extreme Star.

Thus, Zhao Dong wasn't only adept at treating Armored Martial Cultivators but also had a strong ability in the four diagnostic methods.

Upon taking Linghu Mingde's pulse, barely focusing his senses, Zhao Dong's body trembled slightly.

He suddenly looked up, staring at Linghu Mingde with immense surprise.

He had initially noticed Linghu Mingde's rosy cheeks and vigorous energy.

At the time, he didn't think much of it, attributing it to possible aftereffects of intensive activity or even a last surge of health.

Now, however, he saw things differently; this was the pulse of a perfectly normal Eight Realms Martial Artist!

Though his physical condition was still rather poor, Linghu Mingde's internal circulation of qi and blood, the functioning of his internal organs, and even the etheric fluctuations of his prosthetics had all returned to normal ranges.

"Linghu Marshal, there has been a significant change in your body, different from the results of the previous checkup I conducted."

Zhao Dong's voice was dry: "I can't make an accurate judgment right now, it would be best to perform a detailed physical examination."

Upon hearing this, Linghu Mingde merely smiled noncommittally: "Professor Zhao, I've heard that you belong to the DINK clan and are very affectionate with your wife?"

"Yes!" Zhao Dong carefully replied: "My wife and I are quite annoyed by children, so we didn't plan on having any."

But as he listened to Linghu Mingde's tone, an ominous premonition began to form in his mind.

"Quite annoyed by children? Was that something you said to please your wife before?"

Linghu Mingde's tone seemed casual, but a sharp and domineering Sword Intent locked onto Zhao Dong: "So what's the story with your illegitimate child in Sector A of the Twelfth Base City? His mother is your former secretary, isn't she? You've been visiting there quite frequently lately."

Zhao Dong's face immediately turned deathly pale, and he looked at Linghu Mingde in stunned silence.

"So, you've been reckless recently because even if your actions were exposed in the future, the only people who would pay the price would be you and your current wife?"

Linghu Mingde withdrew his hand and carelessly started to brew tea: "Have anything to say, Professor Zhao?"

Beside him, Linghu Tianchou's face underwent a dramatic change. He first cast a doubtful glance at Linghu Mingde, then widened his eyes, staring at Zhao Dong with a predatory gaze.

Zhao Dong opened his mouth several times, trying to say something to defend himself, yet couldn't utter a word.

"However, you are quite clever. Despite selling my medical information, you never meddled with the medical treatments for my family and me. And as this happened after the exposure of the 'rotten dragon mushroom,' you did it under duress, which is understandable."

Linghu Mingde chuckled lightly, reining in the Martial Arts Extreme Intent: "Considering this, I can spare your life. However, you should think about how you'll deal with your other employers. You took their money, so you ought to give them some sort of explanation, right?"

Zhao Dong felt a tingling sensation on his scalp and a chill overtook his body.

He was an extremely intelligent man and quickly made a decision: "Whatever explanation you think I should give them, that's what I'll give."

He knew that this would deeply offend his so-called 'partners.'

But Zhao Dong was more aware that Linghu Mingde also had the capability to annihilate his entire lineage.

The current situation was like drinking poison to quench thirst; if he didn't follow Linghu Mingde's wishes, he wouldn't even be able to leave the Sky Fox cruiser today.

"Let's proceed as before,"

Linghu Mingde picked up the steaming cup of tea: "Of course, there needs to be a slight change. After this battle, it's impossible for my body not to have changed at all. But what can I say? I'm quite enjoying the current situation. People tend to be more tolerant towards an old man who is on the brink of death, yet capable of taking them down with him—so you can adjust the specific test data as you see fit."

Zhao Dong narrowed his eyes and then stood up, picking up his briefcase: "Understood. I won't disappoint you this time. I'll stay on the ship a bit longer before disembarking."

He knew he had lost Linghu Mingde's trust.

The old man would no longer allow him to conduct medical examinations, so the body data he provided to those partners would have to be fabricated by himself.

However, just as Zhao Dong was about to leave the bridge, he couldn't help but turn back and ask, "Marshal, I can confirm that when I conducted a physical examination a month ago, your condition was very poor. Even using the top-secret mind medicine developed by the East Asia Science Academy, you could at most live for another three years. But now, looking at your condition, you seem to have been completely cured.

I want to know what happened during this past month. Which great figure from the Federation intervened, and in such a short time, made all the armament data nearly normal again, freeing you from the status of being close to death?"

Linghu Tianchou next to him was taken aback again and turned to look at his father in disbelief.

What does this Zhao mean? Has his father been cured? Has his father escaped imminent death? No longer needing to die?

Linghu Tianchou was likewise puzzled; which great doctor had intervened?

Linghu Mingde lost himself in silent laughter: "Professor Zhao, that's not something you should ask, nor is it something you can talk about."

Just as Linghu Mingde spoke, his expression suddenly changed, and he looked towards Sector E of the Ninth Base City.

"What's this?"

Linghu Mingde's gaze turned grave as he set down the teacup.

—That was the power of the Abyss!

Linghu Mingde sensed two immensely powerful Abyss Concepts erupting in the direction of Sector E!