The eight words “All point to a parent and child relationship” instantly pierced Mu Chongyan’s eyes. Mu Chongyan’s pupils shrank, and the hand he had holding onto the bath towel suddenly clenched, making the veins on his arms bulge out.
Countless speculations surged in his brain, ultimately turning into a turbulent dark vortex, swallowing all of Mu Chongyan’s thoughts into it…
On the other side, Du Han pulled at his hair while looking at the optical computer, typing in the words hesitantly.
“Boss, I’ve actually also found another abnormality… I’m just not sure if I should mention it…”
“Boss, that… actually, I have already made a report. You won’t blame me for acting on my own right?…If you don’t need it, I will immediately destroy it.”
“Boss…are you reading this?”
After a full ten minutes had elapsed, the whirlpool in Mu Chongyan’s mind had finally gradually dissipated, his hold on the bath towel slowly loosened, his dark eyes narrowed sharply and the air around him changed sharply.
He looked at the message window where a consecutive series of seven or eight messages had been sent, and he coldly replied: “What abnormality, tell me.”
“Boss, you finally replied to me! The abnormality was that …I had just checked the genetic information of other members of the royal family and found that the gene you sent had a very high match rate with that of Princess Fenya, to the point they could almost be mistaken as identical twins.”
“It’s really odd. The genders are clearly different so it’s impossible for non-identical twins to have such a high match rate…”
“Boss…Where did you get this genetic information from…?”
High match rate?!
An extremely cold chill flashed across Mu Chongyan’s eyes. He was still wondering whether Fenya and himself were exchanged at birth, or whether Fenya was also a royal, but was just particularly doted on by Mother Mu…
Now, looking at the results of the investigation, he seemed to have finally understood something.
Heh, he and Fenya were not at all alike, how could they have such an extremely high match rate?
This can only mean that he was not the only one who had his genes forged, Fenya was also involved…
It’s just that… what he can’t understand was why the genes that those backing forces forged for Fenya… were so similar to his.
The bedroom was filled with so much silence it was a little chilly. Mu Chongyan’s eyes became darker as he ruminated on the findings and after a while, a conjecture suddenly surfaced deep in his mind.
Could it be that… his genes were used as a forging template?
This conjecture turned up three times in his heart. Ultimately, Mu Chongyan gave a mocking laugh before recovering his usual expression and getting up, pressing this conjecture deep down inside his heart.
In the end, this was still merely a “guess”, and nothing could be done until evidence was found.
After all, if this conjecture turned out to be true, the news of swapping out the son and forging his genes would certainly cause huge waves. However, there were simply no signs of such news in the present affairs related to the royal family.
“Du Han, I have a new task for you.” Mu Chongyan quickly sent a message, “Infiltrate into the dark web, or any corner of the Internet, and search for news that had happened to the royal family 20 years ago. Pay special attention to the news deleted by the royal family or other forces, the more hidden it is, the better. Relevant rumors should also be taken into account, do your best to report it to me within a week.”
“Yes sir!” Du Han quickly accepted the task despite having some reservations in his heart.
After turning off the optical computer, Mu Chongyan picked up the bath towel and walked towards the bathroom.
The next day.
Just as usual, Bai Rong woke up early, and after washing up, he ran towards the door of the crystal glass case.
Mu Chongyan had just been walking to the bedroom from the bathroom when he saw his little star pet come out. He immediately walked over quickly, picking up the little star pet who hadn’t even reached the entrance and gently weighed him, saying, “You’ve gotten a lot heavier again recently.”
“Of course.” Bai Rong puffed his chest out proudly. He was almost 28 centimeters tall after all.
Seeing Bai Rong’s haughty appearance, the haze swirling at the bottom of his heart had vanished without a trace, Mu Chongyan kissed the top of Bai Rong’s hair, smiling lightly,
“Let’s go have breakfast then.”
The two people had breakfast together with Dai Suo since Dai Ya was too embarrassed about what had happened yesterday, as such, he had gone back to his own home last night like a good boy.
After the meal, Mu Chongyan brought Bai Rong back to the crystal glass case.
Seeing Mu Chongyan and Dai Suo leave, Bai Rong obediently returned to the bedroom. In any case, he knew that Mu Chongyan would go to the virtual city to meet him in a while.
Turning on the optical computer and logging into the virtual city, Bai Rong made an SS-level virtual intermediate spell card to finesse his craft. Seeing that the data had met his requirements, he stored it into his spatial button.
He saw five card slots inside the mecha yesterday. One energy card must be inserted in one slot, a defense card is also usually inserted into one other slot, and the other three slots could hold various attack cards. Though he didn’t have the skills to practice attack skills yet, that didn’t deter him from building a stockpile of attack cards.
After putting away all the spell cards, Bai Rong took out the robe and fisherman hat he had worn in the last competition, and put on the same slovenly uncle makeup he had before.
After everything was tidied up, Bai Rong sat on the sofa in the lobby on the first floor of the villa and waited for Mu Chongyan. Before ten minutes had even passed, Mu Chongyan walked down from the second floor.
“I’ve let Mr. Mu wait a long time.” Mu Chongyan walked to the center of the hall and nodded slightly, saying: “I came late.”
“No, no.” Bai Rong shook his head quickly, “I was here early.”
He and Mu Chongyan arranged to meet in the living room at 8:20, and it was currently only 8:18.
Mu Chongyan didn’t respond any further, his face expressionless as usual. He rolled up his cuffs, looked at the time, and said, “Mr. Mu, it’s almost time, we should go now.”
“Alright.” Bai Rong nodded obediently .
Mu Chongyan drove Bai Rong to the flight station where the aircraft dedicated to picking up the contestants was parked. Seeing the people entering the aircraft, he parked the car in the parking lot opposite the flight station.
Bai Rong first allowed the staff to scan and verify his identity, then he walked into the aircraft and found a seat by the window.
Before two seconds had even passed after sitting down, he felt a soft poke on his back, “Excuse me, little brother?”
“?” Bai Rong scrunched his brows. Turning his head, he saw a gray-haired man smiling at him. The wrinkles on his face looked like dried orange peels and it looked like there were 104 of them if not 105.
However, he was not easily convinced. Who knows whether this person had also put on a disguise like him.
“Can I help you with anything?” Feeling that everyone around him was secretly paying attention to him, Bai Rong felt a little unhappy in his heart, but he still tried his best to maintain a gentle look.
“Little brother is very amazing. I have a problem that I want to ask little brother’s advice for.” The man used his watch to project a narrow screen that only the two of them could see, and it was filled with words, “This problem, does little brother have a solution to it?”
Bai Rong skimmed through the old man’s question and found that the question was related to the characteristics and uses of Phosphorus Wisteria. Phosphorus Wisteria was a very rare spell card material. How rare you ask? It was so rare that many average spell card masters haven’t even heard of such a material.
If Bai Rong remembered correctly, the most complete and most expensive spell card material information currently available in the market contains only about 18,000 types of spell card materials. Many clans have tried to gather them from everywhere using their abilities but could only roughly gather about 20,000 or 22,000. If the forces were much stronger, take the three major powers of Sheng Ya as well as the royal family for example, they could probably gather about 25,000-26,000 or 26,000-27,000 types.
And this phosphorus wisteria, in the materials given to him by Mu Chongyan, was numbered 25,161.