Chapter 66: Master Chen Felt Uncomfortable All Over

Chapter 66: Master Chen Felt Uncomfortable All Over

After a thousand years, the complete version of “Baptism of Fire”, created overnight by Zhong Lei, suddenly appeared in Chen Feng’s ears.

He remembered that when he saw the lyrics yesterday, Chen Feng felt his heart surge and couldn’t control himself.

Back then, Zhong Lei probably only had the basic accompaniment in her mind, without finishing the arrangement, right?

So this was the style and level of the final complete “Baptism of Fire”?

Chen Feng felt he couldn’t compare and sincerely admired it.

The sorrowful prelude passed, and the intense chorus began.

The unending drumbeats poured like heavy rain, and the amazing energy hidden within Zhong Lei’s small body was fully unleashed through her unique voice and singing skills, which were rare over a thousand years.

With the Zhong Lei Chen Feng currently knew, this level of singing wouldn’t have been possible.

Surely, many years later, after her singing skills reached their peak, she had re-recorded the song she created as a young girl during a burst of inspiration.

But if he remembered right, Chen Feng clearly thought her singing wasn’t this terrifying.

The wonderful shifts in the details, the trill that swept like waves on a beach, the long, distant breath that was like a quiet orchid in a valley yet powerful as a river waterfall, the amazing penetration and explosive force in her voice…

Such superb singing from Zhong Lei only made Chen Feng, now a true expert himself, even more shocked and awed, seeing her as a heavenly being.

This clearly surpassed the Zhong Lei from hundreds of years earlier in the past.

Chen Feng thought to himself, had Zhong Lei’s level and achievements risen even more in this timeline?

She was truly an unstoppable survivor, growing stronger the more she was pushed down.

Slowly, Chen Feng’s heartbeat grew stronger and faster.

Just the lyrics alone had made his heart race; how much more with the accompaniment and Zhong Lei’s even stronger singing skills?

The music was like a giant hand squeezing his heart.

The wildly exciting music in his ears grew louder and louder, and he gripped the railing with both hands, his breath heavy and quick.

Next door, Ding Hu rushed out as his door opened.

At the same time, the voice of Professor Ouyang in a white coat sounded from Chen Feng’s personal terminal.

“Chen Feng, control your emotions! Your heartbeat is too fast!”

Ding Hu grabbed Chen Feng’s shoulder on the balcony and asked, “Are you okay? Is that bad reaction happening?”

Before Chen Feng could answer, Ding Hu immediately shouted into his personal terminal, “Call the medical department for emergency rescue right now.”

In under ten seconds, a white box-shaped flying vehicle hovered before the balcony, jets of flame spraying out, and a retractable metal board extended to the railing.

This was the automatic emergency rescue hover vehicle.

Ding Hu picked Chen Feng up from behind to carry him out.

Chen Feng quickly broke free and said, “I’m fine, really! I just lost control of my feelings when I suddenly heard the night-time call bells. Seriously, can’t they let people sleep? Playing a song so full of passion!”

Ding Hu scratched his head. “I don’t know why, but this tradition has lasted for two hundred years.”

“Ah? Two… two hundred years? Why?”

Ding Hu thought for a moment. “With your current rank, you should be high enough to check this kind of data. Look it up yourself later—it’d take too long if I explain. Anyway, go to sleep. The song is really nice. I’ve listened to it for years and never got tired. I can still fall asleep. Master Zhong is such an amazing person, writing a world-shocking piece like this a thousand years ago.”

Indeed, Brother Hu was a die-hard fan of Zhong Lei, and it seemed to be getting stronger.

The words “Master Zhong” made Chen Feng’s skin crawl, and he forced himself to stay calm. “Yeah, you’re right.”

“But Master Zhong’s founding teacher, Master Chen, was also amazing. It’s a shame he didn’t create much.”

What! Master Chen?

WTF…

Master Chen himself felt an electric shock all over his body and really uncomfortable.

Master Chen’s mind exploded—was Ding Hu trying to annoy him to death? What was with this feeling of secret pleasure mixed with strangeness?

“Brother Hu, go sleep, please. Don’t worry about me. Forget it, I’ll go sleep first. Goodbye.”

After parting with Ding Hu again and entering his room, he turned on his computer.

Chen Feng spent ten minutes calming down a bit, then quickly started checking information.

After using the Coagulation Serum, there were three hours of high energy left; he had already wasted half an hour, so he had to hurry.

This time, thanks to his full adaptation to the Coagulation Serum and connecting with top leaders, he got a higher rank and citizen status; his account was upgraded. He even became an external worker for the Research Institute, able to access things he couldn’t before.

But Chen Feng knew the future would change.

The next time he traveled back, everything would reset—the Individual Combat Armor might not be the Azure Dragon Armor, or the Coagulation Serum might not even exist. Maybe everyone would have full adaptation.

Or maybe the tech tree would shift to other areas, with no Individual Combat Armor at all—replaced by powerful guns, machine cannons, and energy blasters.

This chance was rare and precious to treasure.

The songs could be checked anytime, with no rank needed for access.

So his top priority was the details of the historical changes over a thousand years.

He really wanted to understand what had happened during that millennium, leading to the differences he saw now.

“AI Brain, from now on you’re called Weiwei. Weiwei, show me important files on tech and culture starting from 2019—give me as much detail as possible.”

As he spoke, a giant clear screen appeared in the living room in front of him, filled with a long list of detailed records.

Chen Feng clenched his fist in excitement.

Last time he gave such an order, Weiwei gave him celebrity bios and interview reports, plus schedules for TV, movies, and TV shows instead—it was insane.

This time it was different; more political and economic news appeared, with key dates for tech and world events.

What a fun surprise!

Chen Feng’s hand shook slightly, and without thinking, he pointed to the listing for “2019 to 2029 Global Stock Market Changes”.

“This one!”

Check history?

Forget it and go away!

Chen Feng now had nearly a million coins in his pocket; he could invest in stocks or try the lottery.

Putting it in the bank only to lose it to rising prices? No way.

He gave up on the lottery—there were too many tricks, and only insiders ever won.

Stocks were surer; he could gain steadily by following the big players.

But the screen changed, showing a short message, and the Artificial Intelligence Weiwei started speaking in a very life-like tone, “Based on the World Government’s data analysis, such financial activities are inefficient ways to share work in low-tech times. So this data is worthless and blocked from viewing.”

Not giving up, Chen Feng decided to ask for something else.

“Show me the lottery data from 2019 to 2029.”

“Data on bad actions like crime is worthless and blocked from viewing.”

Chen Feng immediately gave it a thumbs-up.

You’re such a smart move.

What good are you?

“What about futures? Funds?”

“It’s the same as with stocks and the lottery—cannot be viewed.”

Chen Feng threw his hands up and said, “Fine, then show me every big event in Hanzhou City, Jiangnan Province from the start of 2020, one by one.”