Almost instinctively, Yang Fei sensed it.

Such a miraculous and grand idea could only be conceived by.

the legendary Martial God.

He tentatively asked a question.

"The creator of Martial God Space, is it that legendary Martial God?"

Sure enough, a look of worship and admiration emerged on Cheng Dayou's face.

"Yes, the entire concept and the vast knowledge of Martial Arts all come from the Martial God Team."

Speaking of the Martial God, Cheng Dayou's face radiated a divine luster.

"Martial God is the greatest person I have ever seen in my life."

"His heart is as broad as the sky, and his cultivation and demeanor can subdue any proud soul."

"It is said that he and his Martial God Team have transcended human limits with their Martial Arts Skills."

"If there are gods in this world."

"Any member of the Martial God Team could be called a god."

"And the Martial God is the King of Ten Thousand Gods, the God of Gods!"

As Cheng Dayou spoke, his face and eyes turned red.

His expression was one of extreme fervor and excitement.

His gaze was hazy, and his demeanor was aloof.

The old man's mind seemed to have returned to the golden years of a decade ago, when he created the Martial God Space game.

"The charm of the Martial God knows no boundaries, no race."

"He stands at the pinnacle of this world, and even his enemies must bow before his charm."

"With just a hint of his smile, he can capture the hearts of all the beauties in the world."

Listening to Cheng Dayou sing praises of the Martial God, mumbling as if in a dream.

The skinny man sighed and shook his head.

"The professor is sick again."

"Since eight years ago, when Fulong Sword Software Development Co., Ltd. closed, the teacher has suffered from severe delusional disorder."

Wu Aiqiong looked at Yang Fei with alarm, for fear that he would call the police in anger.

If that happened, she would be ruined.

She looked at Yang Fei timidly.

"Yang Fei, look, Professor Cheng is mentally ill."

"Even if you call the police to arrest people, you can't have him convicted."

Yang Fei sighed.

Any sane person watching Cheng Dayou speak like that.

Would inevitably consider him a lunatic raving mad, a deranged individual spouting nonsense.

But Yang Fei had a vague feeling that Cheng Dayou's words might very well be true.

He waved his hand to signal them to stop talking.

Yang Fei looked at Cheng Dayou earnestly, his tone filled with respect.

"Professor Cheng, after Fulong Sword Software Development Co., Ltd. closed down, what happened to Martial God Space?"

Cheng Dayou shook his head, his face etched with pain.

"Misfortune does not come singly, after Fulong Sword Software Development Co., Ltd. closed."

"The researchers of Martial God Space all perished in a plane crash."

Tears welled up in his eyes.

"So many brilliant scientists, the best software development experts in the industry, all died in that flight accident."

"The precious research materials they carried also plunged into the Pacific Ocean."

"Martial God Space could no longer continue its research."

Saying this, tears streamed down the old man's face.

"I was lucky to survive because I did not attend that flight due to some reasons."

"But with them all gone, what is the purpose of my living?"

"Oh, the sins I have committed! I'm certain that if Martial God Space research had been completed, it could have shocked the world."

"Everyone in the world could transcend themselves and become dragons if they practiced Martial Arts according to the system of Martial God Space."

"Even, Martial God Space could have likely changed the course of human civilization."

"Human evolution would not have stopped from the start; we could have ushered in a new Era."

"At that time, all the scientists involved with Martial God Space research could have become historical figures,"

"And the image of the Martial God would have become a monument marking a turning point in human civilization."

At this, Cheng Dayou kept striking his chest, tears flowing freely.

"What a pity, what a pity, an epoch-making research achievement just withered away like that."

"Alas, the teacher's mental illness is getting more and more serious."

The lean man sighed deeply.

He found several pills in Cheng Dayou's carry-on bag.

Then, he poured some boiling water and handed it together with the pills to Cheng Dayou.

"Teacher, it's time for you to take your medicine."

"The past is the past; we need to take care of our health."

Cheng Dayou fiercely brushed away the lean man's hand, spilling the hot water all over the floor.

He pointed angrily at his own heart.

"No, this matter will never be over in my heart."

"You won't understand my feelings, human civilization just lost another chance for evolution, I deserve to die."

He began to frantically scratch his hair, pounding on his head.

The lean man held Cheng Dayou, shouting.

"Teacher is having an episode again, Aiqiong, hurry and find the sedatives!"

Yang Fei's eyes were as calm as still water.

He grasped the lean man's shoulder and effortlessly pushed him away.

The lean man looked at Yang Fei in astonishment: "What are you doing?"

Yang Fei said indifferently, "Professor Cheng is not ill; it's just that you don't understand."

He looked at the anguished Cheng Dayou, his voice deep.

"Professor Cheng, I believe what you're saying is true."

"I only want to ask you one thing, do you still want to continue researching the Martial God Space?"

Cheng Dayou, holding his head in pain, said: "I dream of it."

"Over the years, I've been misunderstood as a madman, a lunatic, persuaded to leave the university, destitute."

"I've even had to go against my conscience and steal commercial intelligence for some illegal consortiums, as research funding."

"But I have never given up on my development of the Martial God Space."

Yang Fei's eyes stared deeply at Cheng Dayou.

"Good, from now on, you won't have to wander and roam around."

"I hereby announce on behalf of the board of Yalan International."

"Yalan International will continue to sponsor your development of the Martial God Space, until you have succeeded."

"What, you can sponsor me?"

Cheng Dayou's shock was not trivial; he jumped up, hitting his head on the wall behind him.

As if he didn't feel the pain, he looked at Yang Fei with disbelief.

"Mr. Yang, you're actually willing to believe me, you're not deceiving me?"

Elsewhere, Wu Aiqiong and the lean man were like they'd been struck by lightning.

The two of them stared at Yang Fei with wide eyes.

"What, a member of the Yalan International board?"

Yang Fei smiled and stood up.

He took a couple of steps in the room and then turned around.

"Let's reintroduce myself, Yang Fei, a member of the Yalan International board of directors."

"President Su is my friend."

"My god, you're a member of the Yalan International board, I..."

Wu Aiqiong was completely unable to accept this fact, her eyes wide.

Yalan International had grown into a gigantic entity in the domestic business world.

On hearing this, the lean man too was so frightened that his mouth hung open.

Cheng Dayou, however, didn't care about Yang Fei's identity.

The sudden good news brought tears streaming down his face.

"The Martial God Space is saved, the Martial God Space is saved; heaven doesn't seal off all the exits."

As he said this, the old man's face suddenly darkened again.

"The Martial God Space I was responsible for developing is only a part of it all."

"Their information has almost all plunged into the ocean."

"The hardest part is that without the guidance of the Martial God Team, I am clueless about Martial Arts."

"Even with Mr. Yang's sponsorship and support,"

"Developing a complete Martial God Space is as difficult as ascending to heaven."

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