The Omnipresent Martial Arts Sage

Inside the Saluto family villa.

The bald guy Ludi Saluto looked helplessly at the young beautiful white-haired woman sitting in front of him.

If a woman only looks at her appearance and skin, she is almost like a young woman who is only twenty-five years old, which is extremely deceptive.

But in fact, no one can guess from her appearance, she has conceived two children, one of whom is in her fifties.

"Mom, why did you come here in person?" Bald Ludi whispered.

Even though he was huge, tall, and tattooed on his body, he didn't dare to resist in the face of his mother.

This is not only the shadow of being beaten up since childhood, but also the huge psionic gap between the two themselves.

Long ago, when my mother married into the Saluto family, she was already at the psychic level of illumination. Now it has been nearly sixty years, and she doesn’t know what level of psychic power she has reached.

Now that after his father's death in the battle, except for a few elders in the family, what Ludi fears most is the mother in front of him.

"I can't come anymore, your sister is about to lose all of our Saluto's face!" The white-haired woman's voice was cold.

She wore a small cloak with a pure white and blue dress, and her hands were hidden in the wide sleeves, which seemed to be used to hide her palm movements.

"It's not so exaggerated... and the man my sister likes recently has exceeded the storm psychic level. It's not bad." Ludi helped persuade.

"He has reached the limit, what's the point?" the woman said lightly.

Efforts can indeed change many things, but not all things.

"..." Ludi sighed in his heart. If someone else came to find him, he would have a way to help cover up.

But his mother personally came, and he was unable to do anything about the situation on his sister's side under the suppression of the huge psychic power.

Beep...

Suddenly, a small sound came from the end of the two of them.

Ludi quickly took out to check.

But found that the news reminder came from his good sister Bilian Saluto.

As he saw the news, a stunned, unbelievable emotion surged into his forehead.

Not only him, but also the mother beside him.

After seeing the prompt message change, she obviously couldn't calm down.

"She.... How dare she!?"

With a crash, the white-haired woman stood up, her voice trembled, and her face was full of red with anger.

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At night.

The flying vehicle lit with blue light, like a stream of water, flows on the empty track of the road in the huge silver belt area.

Wei He sat cross-legged in his dormitory alone, holding the last six Hongling potions in his hands.

There are still six potions left before, plus the newly formulated ones this time.

This is the last amount of medicinal materials he can purchase as an assistant in the research center's authority.

Picking up the potion, Wei He didn't hesitate, first drank it one by one.

The tingling passed by, and the cooling sensation rose rapidly.

Wei He clearly felt that his psychic energy had been increased slightly, but the progress of this increase was extremely low.

It may not even be one percent.

"At least faster than practicing myself." Wei He sighed with emotion.

It's storm level.

From this layer to the light, there is a huge gap like a chasm in the sky.

A lot of lighting took at least a hundred years to complete such a transformation.

If he achieves it in a few strokes, that would be an injustice to the rest of the people.

Wei He didn't care. He waited for a while, feeling that all the effects of the medicine had been digested. He raised his head one by one and poured them into his mouth again.

He could feel that the effect of the potion did not produce much resistance.

But because he needs too much psionic power now, it is not that the potions are ineffective, but the increased number of them is too small for the overall progress.

It is impossible to ask others to grow from one meter to three meters with only one apple.

This is not in line with the conservation of energy.

Soon, all the Hongling syrup entered his stomach. Wei He pondered for a moment before he felt that a slight improvement made his body seem a little different.

"About 3% of the spiritual progress has been promoted." Wei He estimated and shook his head slightly.

Nearly two million medicines under the stomach, gave him such a boost?

He finally understood that he was spiritually far from someone who was born with talent.

"It seems that we have to find a new potion...the storm-level psionic potions are much more than the shadow worm-level, but...the price is also..."

Wei He opened the terminal mall and searched at will with his authority at this time, and immediately, a lot of potions that could enhance psionic energy appeared in front of him.

‘Yinghe Potion’, ‘Rejuvenation Potion’, ‘Ice Lorran Potion’, ‘Spiked Potion’, ‘Viper No. 3 Potion’, ‘Kaman United Fourth Generation Potion’, ‘Mind Potion’....

Perhaps it was the storm-class colonists who stayed for too long at this stage, so the methods they created in order to improve themselves dazzled Wei He.

More than thirty different psychic potions, like Chinese cabbage, were displayed in front of him.

The cheapest one also costs 800,000. This is simply...

Wei He's heart was dripping blood.

Perhaps only a real home with a mine can easily afford such a potion.

Do not....

Below these potions there is a line of warnings.

‘Attention, the medicine can only be taken occasionally, not long-term, otherwise it will greatly increase the difficulty of breakthrough. ’

"Most people don't care if they can break through to the light... as long as they maintain the psychic suppression advantage in the storm, they will naturally achieve their goal..."

Wei He actually understands that it is impossible for many people to hope to break through to the light, so it is normal to use the potion to improve the progress.

Not everyone has perseverance and perseverance, and has been practicing hard for a hundred years without wavering.

After careful screening, he found a potion with the most beneficial material-mind potion.

Many of the materials for this potion can be hunted from the surface of 228 stars, and only a few main materials are needed to meet the conditions.

In other words, as long as Wei He is careful, this kind of potion that costs one million can completely suppress the cost to 600,000...

Six hundred thousand one..... In fact, this price is already very exaggerated for Wei He.

"It seems that we still can't do without the sponsorship of rich people like Dibang..." Wei He has already decided and continues to be a diligent pharmaceutical dealer.

Imperial law does not allow private individuals to make their own medicine without a license.

So he had better spend a few more decades to get a pharmacist certificate.

But Wei He couldn't wait so long, so he could only prepare with both hands...While preparing for the pharmacist certificate, he secretly configured it first.

"It's difficult..." Even people who can use potions like this and improve regardless of the consequences feel difficult.

Wei He only realized at this time, from storm level to light level, this long and desperate road.

No wonder light levels are so respected and rare...

For such a long time, hundreds of years of destiny, pay, all bet on whether to break through or not.

Once it succeeds, it's okay to say that the carp jumps into the dragon's gate. Once it fails, it will have hundreds of years of power, money, and so on. It's all gone...

Such a blow...

Wei He suddenly understood why there are so many hedonists in the storm class.

After tidying up, he also drank all the white water after the potion was washed, making sure that no drop was missed, and then he was contented and washed and rested in a melancholy manner.

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At this time, inside a high-end hotel in the Silver Belt District.

Professor Freud’s daughter, Li Qingman’s aunt, Li Hanyue, was standing in the elevator at this time, wearing a turquoise blue dress with a deep white gully on her chest, her long legs wrapped in slender black silk, blazing red Lips, with a charming fragrance, are moving towards the mirror-like metal wall in the elevator to touch up makeup.

She received reliable news that Colonel Gabriel, the chief of the Special Operations Division of the Silver Belt, was flying back from a neighboring planet and was now staying in this hotel to rest.

She is deliberate in making contacts, making friends, using her family identity, the background of the daughter of the light, and extending her social circle in order to choose the right target she fancy.

Colonel Gabriel is the one who makes her most hopeful.

Gabriel Tishaman, 271 years old, psionic level: light. Born in the famous empire's veteran aristocratic family, Di Shaman's family.

His temperament was gentle and his knowledge was profound, but his appearance was contaminated by Xingyuan polluted beasts during combat and could not be cured, so he was extremely ugly and shaped like a devil.

Therefore, in the military system, it is also known as the devil's Gabriel.

The appearance is the biggest opportunity for Li Hanyue to admit herself.

Because his appearance cannot be cured, Gabriel's partner for hundreds of years left him, who is also a shining noble girl, a descendant of a big family.

Gabriel’s loss of love is bound to be in a period of spiritual emptiness at this time, and this time is the easiest stage for him to overcome!

In fact, Li Hanyue had already simulated many light-level targets before that.

But only this is what she thinks is the highest success rate.

In fact, it is not that she really admires Gabriel, but that only the light like Gabriel that has fallen into the trough of life is the most likely person to accept her.

Ding....

The elevator opens automatically.

Li Hanyue showed a smile that she thought was the most natural. With a beautiful figure, she stepped on the soft carpet and walked towards the previously opened room.

And it just so happened that Gabriel, who had just come out of the room and was talking to the psychic, also ‘coincidentally’ walked towards the elevator.

The people on both sides happened to meet each other head-on.

When Li Hanyue looked up, the moment Li Hanyue saw Gabriel, her beautiful eyes flickered, and she naturally revealed surprise and stunned.

"It's Colonel Gabriel? I didn't expect to meet you here."

Gabriel was chatting with his companion about military affairs in a low voice, when he suddenly heard someone mention his name, he looked up at him.

"You are?" His face was covered with black crack scars like burns, without hair, and there were several bloody, dark red wounds on his face that were slowly creeping.

"My father is Freud from the University of Warsaw. He once saw the heroic appearance of Colonel Gabriel at a banquet." Li Hanyue curtseyed with a decent smile.

"Oh." Gabriel nodded. "Senior Freud, I remember him, are you his daughter?"

"Yes, my name is Li Hanyue. It is my honor to see the colonel again." Li Hanyue bowed slightly and saluted.

"Oh." Gabriel nodded.

Then, together with his friends, passed by Li Hanyue and walked into the elevator.

"I have something to talk about when I have time."

"Wait..." Li Hanyue wanted to say something. Looking back, the elevator had been shut down.

She felt anxious and wanted to reach out and press the button to open the door.

But an invisible sense of terror and depression swept from the elevator in an instant.

Li Hanyue's hand stretched out unconsciously hung in the air, and did not dare to move any more.

She could only watch stiffly as the elevator door closed and sank.

From beginning to end, the other party did not even look at her directly. Perhaps in Gabriel’s eyes, she was also a passerby who suddenly met on the side of the road, a decoration...