side the quiet reception room.
It was empty, with only two cushions.
The moment Shen Ping walked in, he immediately felt an invisible aura, like ripples of water, enveloping him. Under this aura, he had a hunch that no matter what he did, the black-haired man sitting on the cushion could easily sense it.
"Domain."
"Is this Hong's domain…?"
He thought to himself.
Planetary Level martial artists also possessed this invisible aura, an intangible wave generated by genetic primal energy and spirit, but compared to the aura in the reception room, it was far weaker.
"Councilman Shen."
The black-haired man looked calmly at Shen Ping, gesturing to the cushion opposite him, "Have a seat."
"Yes, Chief Curator."
Shen Ping nodded, took a few steps forward, and sat on the cushion. Then, he raised his eyes and saw the face of Hong, the world's strongest individual, for the first time. It was very ordinary; without his martial prowess, such a face would go unnoticed on the street.
Yet, now, all countries and forces Global could not ignore this face.
Hong smiled, "I've been to South America several times and only discovered one ancient civilization remains. It is your fortune to have obtained something from another ancient civilization remains. Originally, I planned for you to visit Ninth Ancient Civilization Remains to acquire the black god suit from within, but I didn't expect you to break through to the councilor-level so quickly."
Shen Ping remained silent, continuing to listen.
Hong's gentle voice continued, "According to the Dojo of Limits rules, since you have broken through, you are qualified to become an Inspector. My Dojo of Limits has five Inspectors, and you will be the sixth."
Upon hearing this.
Shen Ping couldn't help but speak, "Chief Curator, I wish to leave the Dojo of Limits."
A hint of surprise appeared on Hong's face, but he maintained his smile, "Did Councilor Jia Yi of China persuade you?"
Every councilor Global possessed deterrence comparable to nuclear weapons.
After breaking through, they would naturally be courted by various forces.
But in Hong's view, Shen Ping was most likely to be swayed by Councilor Jia Yi, as this newly promoted councilor was Chinese, hence his question.
Shen Ping shook his head, "Councilor Jia invited me, but I declined. I intend to establish a martial hall, just like the Chief Curator."
"Establish a martial hall?"
Surprise flashed in Hong's eyes, then he laughed, "That's right, you have the gene fluid, and if I'm not mistaken, the gene fluid you obtained from the ancient civilization remains can be mass-produced, right?"
Shen Ping admitted, "Yes, it can be mass-produced."
Hong's eyes lit up slightly, "Including the fluid that allows martial artists to break through to Advanced Warlord?"
"Yes."
He answered without concealment.
Upon hearing this, Hong immediately burst into laughter, "Good, I support you! If it can be mass-produced, then the number of Global martial artists breaking through to Advanced Warlord will surge, which is a good thing."
"Councilman Shen, if you need anything, you can cooperate with my Dojo of Limits. Furthermore, I will instruct my subordinates that during the initial establishment of your martial hall, the Dojo of Limits will not compete with you."
Shen Ping hurriedly said, "Thank you, Chief Curator."
"No need to thank me."
"Every additional God of War Global enhances our human strength, giving us a greater chance against monsters. Your establishment of a martial hall is for the future of Global martial artists."
Hong said sincerely.
A moment later.
Shen Ping boarded the Qiankun-level intelligent fighter jet gifted by Hong and left the Dojo of Limits headquarters. This meeting with Hong was quite pleasant; although he came from a background as an assassin, his underlying sense of the bigger picture and crisis awareness was very strong. He understood that only by continuously producing strong individuals among Earth Human could Earth be protected when other civilizations in the universe discovered it one day in the future.
With this awareness.
Hong naturally praised his idea of establishing a martial hall to cultivate more martial artists.
In the evening.
The sunset glow dyed half the sky red.
In front of the Lishui District Villa, the intelligent fighter jet returning from Hongning Base City slowly hovered to a stop. As Shen Ping stepped out of the cabin door, his communication wristband vibrated.
It was Councilor Jia.
His first question was, "Councilman Shen, are you planning to establish a martial hall?"
Shen Ping was not surprised. When he left the Dojo of Limits, he had instructed his captain, Qin Shan, to announce his plan to establish a martial hall. As a newly promoted councilor, his every move would attract attention, let alone a major event like establishing a martial hall.
Therefore, in just over an hour, various forces Global were already in an uproar.
"Yes."
"On the 1st of next month, the martial hall will be officially established. I hope Councilor Jia can attend and show support then."
The more high-profile the establishment of Yanfeng Martial Hall, the better. Only then could it attract more martial artists.
Jia Yi laughed straightforwardly, "Of course I'll attend your martial hall, Councilman Shen. However, developing a martial hall is not an easy task. Without vast resources, it's difficult to attract martial artists to join. Councilman Shen, you should be prepared for this, right?"
Shen Ping heard that Jia Yi was trying to probe him and smiled, "You'll know when the martial hall is established, Councilor Jia."
The communication ended.
Jia Yi, in the Kyoto Base City, muttered, "This Shen Ping is still keeping me in suspense, unwilling to say. Currently, Pingwei Materials Company's most attractive asset is only the new type of gene fluid. Could it be that there are other resources in the ancient civilization remains in South America?"
"Never mind, it's only half a month away. We'll see what attractive things he can produce then."
Besides Jia Yi, many councilors Global called Shen Ping, their words filled with probing questions. After all, in an environment where the two major martial halls and the HR Alliance occupied the vast majority of martial artists, daring to establish a martial hall certainly indicated unique resources.
As for those who secretly mocked Shen Ping for overestimating himself, there were none, because those who reached the councilor-level lacked nothing in terms of identity, money, and status. Without absolute certainty, no one would seek trouble for themselves.
…
On the morning of August 30th.
Shen Ping accompanied Su Yin on a stroll in the community, and people passing by greeted him warmly.
Su Yin, with her bulging belly, whispered, "Husband, you are now a councilor. Staying with me like this might not look good. Let's go back."
"You are my wife."
"What impact could my accompanying you have?"
Shen Ping said indifferently, "Let them see, if they see."
Su Yin affectionately kissed his cheek, then shyly and softly said, "After I give birth, I will properly accompany my husband to do what he likes."
Shen Ping blinked, teasingly asking, "What is it that I like?"
"It's, it's that kind of…"
"What kind?"
Su Yin whispered, "Academic research."
"You understand me, Xiao Yin."
Shen Ping couldn't help but laugh heartily.
The two flirted for a while longer.
Su Yin then brought up the serious matter, "Husband, the day the martial hall is established is the day after tomorrow. I have a few classmates who work at the government TV station. Can they come along then?"
Shen Ping nodded, his expression serious, "Of course. Since they are from the TV station, they can help with publicity, and this time I plan for a Global live broadcast."
"Global live broadcast?"
Su Yin looked surprised; she hadn't expected her husband to make it so grand.
Shen Ping gently embraced Su Yin's waist, "Only by letting more people know can the martial hall develop rapidly."