I Can Infinitely Synthesize Transcendent Genes

Pei Jinye directly snapped the middle-aged man’s arm, causing him to howl in pain. However, he had sealed the space around them… so the middle-aged man’s painful scream couldn’t escape at all.

“Murder… is against the law,” the middle-aged man screamed hysterically.

Pei Jinye pressed his head down fiercely: “You of all people dare to speak of the law?!”

This assassination was entirely the man’s own doing.

Otherwise, even slaughtering everyone at Sky God International wouldn’t be unwarranted.

The door was suddenly broken open.

Two figures rushed in.

The taller one tilted his head, brushed his fringe and said, “Dead? Seems we’re late, but this guy finally died. Every time I saw his obsequious face, I wanted to punch him hard.”

Pei Jinye dropped the middle-aged man’s corpse and turned his head to look calmly.

The fringe man stepped forward, flames erupting from his hands, and grinned, showing his white teeth: “Friend, draw your sword.”

Pei Jinye slowly rose to his feet.

The Autumn Frost Sword vibrated slightly.

Bending at the waist, bowing deeply!

Pei Jinye’s muscles and bones vibrated like bowstrings at that moment, his vitality boiling wildly as if in a furnace.

The next second.

Pei Jinye pushed off the ground, bricks, blood, and stones under his feet shot up to the sky, instantly forming a curtain over three meters high!

“Not bad,” the fringe man smirked with a grin, “you stay out of this.”

The man with sunglasses silently stepped back.

The fringe man pressed down with his hands.

With a “whoosh”, a sea of fire erupted before him.

The flames soared as if swept by a gust of wind.

In almost an instant.

Pei Jinye and the fringe man clashed together.

Amidst the howling and raging flames, the entire house crumbled as if rotten and decayed.

…

The man with sunglasses watched Pei Jinye fleeing into the distance. He was about to give chase but was stopped by the fringe man, “No need to chase.”

“Why?” the man with sunglasses looked over intently.

The fringe man examined the bloodstain on the back of his hand: “His sword is very sharp; I don’t want to provoke such a swordsman.”

“He killed our man,” the man with sunglasses said in a low voice of protest.

The fringe man took a clean handkerchief from his pocket and gently wiped the bloodstain on his hand. To his companion’s protest, he just chuckled softly: “Dead is dead, just a bunch of trash.”

With that, he lifted his hand, and the bloodstained handkerchief ignited in his hand.

“He was wrong. Attempting to assassinate an Investigator in broad daylight, even if Mr. Sang had nine lives, they wouldn’t be enough for Mr. Han of Central State to cut down.”

The man with sunglasses fell silent.

In a muffled voice, he said, “I just feel frustrated.”

The fringe man laughed softly: “What’s there to be frustrated about? The guy just now wasn’t weak. If we really tried to keep him here, one of us might have ended up on the floor.”

The man with sunglasses said no more.

The fringe man just smiled silently, carelessly tossing aside the burning handkerchief.

“Call someone to collect the body.”

…

Pei Jinye left the training base of Heaven God International.

The other party had no intention of entangling with him, and he also sensed the power of that fringe man. Truly clashing with him, nobody would come out on top.

But now that he had killed everyone who needed to be killed, Pei Jinye felt a sense of catharsis from the anger in his heart.

…

By the roadside.

Pei Jinye discarded his bloodstained clothes and burned them to ashes with a flick of his hand.

He carried his sword and turned to leave.

…

The incident at the training base quickly reached the ears of the upper echelons of Heaven God International.

Someone slammed the table, face filled with surprise and anger.

“They’ve killed right to our face, we can’t let this go! Where do we put the face of Heaven God International after this?”

Many voices of agreement were resolute.

The fringe man and the man with sunglasses sat calmly in their chairs, without interjecting.

“Who is the murderer?” someone asked.

All eyes turned to the fringe man who, with keen interest, said, “What, you all want to kill him back?”

Someone, displeased, said, “This is a society governed by laws! Are the laws of the Federation fed to dogs?”

Snorting with laughter, the fringe man couldn’t help but laugh out loud. He was met with angry glares but raised his hand and gestured: “Sorry, I couldn’t hold it in. When your people were blatantly trying to assassinate an investigator earlier, why didn’t you talk about the rule of law? Now that you’ve been slapped in the face, you start talking about the law. Have some dignity.”

“Zhao Yan, whose side are you on?” someone said discontentedly.

The fringe man chuckled softly: “Of course, I’m with Heaven God, but not your subordinate, and I hope you understand that. The several wrong moves you made this year have caused huge losses to the corporation, and the higher-ups are watching. I hope you all stay rational… If you draw official displeasure, I can assure you, without the officials lifting a finger, I’ll personally send you greedy folks on your way.”

Everyone’s expression shifted.

The fringe man just laughed it off.

Soon, Mr. Sang appeared calmly on the screen, announcing the latest appointments, as if he was completely unaware of the middle-aged man’s death.

…

On an overpass outside the Investigation Team’s Base.

Lin Xiawei looked at the river landscape below the bridge: “Have you let out that breath of anger?”

Pei Jinye stood beside her, looking at the curving river a few dozen meters away, and smiled harmlessly: “Yes, I have.”

Lin Xiawei seemed unsurprised and even gave him a lesson.

“The sword you drew was too slow. ‘A Sword Determines Life and Death’ requires decisiveness. You think too much, that’s your flaw.”

Pei Jinye listened quietly.

Lin Xiawei extended her hand.

Although nothing was said, through some kind of unspoken understanding, Pei Jinye proactively handed over the sword.

With a “swish,” the sword was drawn from its sheath.

The tip of the sword was a mere inch from Pei Jinye’s forehead, the sword’s force stirring the strands of hair on his brow.

“Do you feel it?” Lin Xiawei asked.

Pei Jinye closed his eyes, “Please, senior sister, another stroke.”

“Swish!”

“Again.”

“Swish!”

…

Pei Jinye suddenly opened his eyes just as Lin Xiawei precisely suspended the sword in front of him; he grabbed it, and the Autumn Frost Sword emitted a fierce hum.

With this thrust.

A hint of a smile appeared in Lin Xiawei’s eyes.

“Your talent is indeed very strong,” she said.

Pei Jinye was also smiling.

The proficiency of “Sword Decides Life or Death” on his attribute panel surged by 30% thanks to the three strokes demonstrated by his senior sister Lin Xiawei.

He looked up, his face brimming with enthusiasm as he gazed at his senior sister.

Lin Xiawei spoke softly, “The comprehension of swordsmanship depends on your own understanding; I can’t help you with that. Practice your swordplay whenever you have time. I know you’ve been cultivating your physical defense, and for a low rank, your defense is sufficient. However, for a high rank, it’s hardly enough. With your understanding, balancing swordsmanship and defense should not be a problem.”

“Senior sister, do you have any techniques for cultivating physical defense?” Pei Jinye asked curiously.

“I don’t,” Lin Xiawei shook her head. “If you can kill your enemy, what’s the need for defense?”

Pei Jinye was stunned.

He opened his mouth to speak.

If it had been anyone other than his senior sister who had made such a statement, he might have accused them of showing off.

But since it was his senior sister who said it…

He believed it.

…

The riverside nighttime scenery sparkled even more under the bright lights.

The ceaseless traffic on the elevated bridge showed no signs of dwindling.

After parting with his senior sister Lin Xiawei, Pei Jinye soon made his appearance within the back mountain of Jiang’s family.

A middle-aged butler accompanied him, presenting a letter.

“Master, this is an invitation from the Wu Family; they hope you will attend the banquet in three days,” the butler said.

Pei Jinye waved his hand dismissively, “Let the vice president attend on my behalf.”

“Master, the Wu Family has repeatedly requested your presence…” the middle-aged butler began, only to be interrupted by Pei Jinye:

“Must we oblige every demand of the Wu Family? Da Peng City is not theirs to command. Tell the vice president to go.”

“Yes,” the middle-aged butler bowed and said, “Recently, the main branch of the Jiang family has been getting quite close to the Wu Family; your view on this…?”

As he was speaking, someone outside announced that Jiang Pinghe from the main branch of the Jiang family had come to pay his respects.

Jiang Pinghe, the father of Jiang Xiqing.

“He requests to see you, what do you think?” the middle-aged butler asked carefully.

Pei Jinye, unhurried, wiped the grease from the corner of his mouth and gave a slight nod: “Let him wait in the living room.”

“Yes.”

…

Ten minutes later, just as the middle-aged butler was about to enter the room with a teapot handed over by the maids, he suddenly heard Jiang Pinghe screaming “Old coot,” followed by the man crashing through the wooden door and flying out.

The middle-aged butler stood frozen in place.

Jiang Pinghe, clutching his chest and coughing up blood, looked panicked.

And at the entrance, everyone saw the old man holding and tossing out someone from the main branch of the Jiang family right through the front door.

“Dare to demand the ancestral home from me? You’re not worthy! Get lost!” he declared.

Jiang Pinghe wanted to say something, but when a large number of guards appeared and menacingly drew their weapons, the words died in his throat.

He could only say with a feigned bravery, “You better think this through. Offending the Wu Family has its consequences. I’m kindly reminding you now, but there’s a long road ahead. Can you afford to drag this out with us?”

After saying that, he took his leave along with his entourage.

“Master,” the middle-aged butler hurried forward.

Pei Jinye’s gaze remained calm.

He sighed silently in his heart.

He only wished to quietly enjoy the resources of the Jiang family and had no intention of getting involved in any martial world disputes. Yet, some people were adamant about crossing him.

“Xin Cheng.”

“Here,” a young man stepped forward.

“Those who should be killed, kill them,” Pei Jinye said calmly.

“Yes.”

Immediately, Jiang Xinrun led a team and swiftly retreated.

The middle-aged butler shuddered, “Master, doing this will completely shatter the thirty years of peace maintained between our branch and the main branch.”

Pei Jinye looked at him expressionlessly.

The butler hastily bowed his head, “I spoke out of turn.”

Pei Jinye turned away, leaving a command behind: “Find someone to fix the door.”

“Yes… Master,” the middle-aged butler bowed deeply as he watched him leave.

…

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…

Down the silent long street, an enraged Jiang Pinghe stared at the approaching Jiang Xinrun, “Have you lot in the second branch lost your minds!!!”

The young man responded expressionlessly, “The old master once said not to think that just by finding a patron you can rise to become the master. No matter how strong the Wu Family is, their reach does not extend to Da Peng City. Perhaps your main branch has forgotten, ultimately, who calls the shots here.”