Quick Transmigration: Why did you provoke him? He's love-struck!

Chapter 420 The Predator Trapping Plan (19)

Yan Zhen watched helplessly as his body floated upwards until it finally stopped face-to-face with Qin Jiu.

Qin Jiu sat on the wreckage of the fighter jet, one leg bent, in a lazy posture, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and a pale blue halo hovering over his outstretched palm.

Clearly, the reason I didn't fall was due to the halo of light.

Only after being brought to Qin Jiu's side by that halo of light and standing firmly did Yan Zhen feel the force wrapped around her waist disappear.

Yan Zhen steadied himself, immediately squatted down, and examined Qin Jiu's palm: "Mental strength?"

"Correct."

Yan Zhen grasped his hand and examined it from all angles: "It's amazing, like magic."

Qin Jiu raised an eyebrow.

Can you retrieve objects remotely?

"can."

"Then perform one more for me." Yan Zhen looked around and pointed to a piece of wreckage not far away. "Get the metal pieces from that aircraft over here."

Qin Jiu didn't hesitate and, following her request, used his mental power to move the metal piece on the aircraft in front of her.

Yan Zhen caught the piece of iron and became very interested in Qin Jiu's mental strength: "Was your mental strength tested as a child 3S?"

The original owner lived on N613, a small, isolated planet where interstellar news could only be obtained from interstellar information networks.

In addition, since she could remember, the environment of N613 had been gradually deteriorating. Given the difficulty of even surviving, Jiang Ti did not know much about advanced interstellar civilizations.

Yan Zhen inherited the original owner's memories, and as a result, she only had a superficial understanding of these things. She learned a lot of basic knowledge from materials copied from the library.

Qin Jiu said, "Yes, a person's mental strength level is predetermined from birth."

Yan Zhen then asked, "What is the concept of 3S?"

Qin Jiu thought for a moment and said, "Since the birth of interstellar civilization, the highest level of mental power that has been measured is 5S level, with only three people, and all three of them are no longer alive. 4S is the second tier, and there are currently 137 people known to be alive."

The archives record over 4,600 extant 3S beings and 1.7 million 2S beings. This statistical data is based on the existence of billions upon billions of highly intelligent beings in interstellar civilizations.

Yan Zhen initially thought it was nothing special.

But upon closer reflection, I couldn't help but gasp in shock.

Among billions of highly intelligent beings, only a little over 4,600 possessors of 3S mental power have been born. This is beyond what can be described as "rare" or "precious".

This is clearly a super-chosen one, one in a billion.

No wonder Shen Rong repeatedly warned himself not to target those with strong mental abilities.

While surprised, Yan Zhen had a new question.

Since those who possess spiritual power are born with it and are so rare, someone like Qin Jiu, who has top-tier talent, should logically be regarded as a treasure by his family from birth and carefully protected.

Even if he makes a mistake, I will do my best to protect him.

After all, such a rare and powerful individual could bring prosperity to a family if they were preserved.

How did Qin Jiu end up in such a state of exile?

Moreover, his fighting ability in the red-light district did not meet the standard expected of a 3S powerhouse.

Yan Zhen asked these two questions.

Qin Jiu wasn't offended by her question and smiled good-naturedly, "I've made a huge mess. Even the family couldn't protect me despite their best efforts. As for my fighting ability..."

Qin Jiu clutched his heart as he said this: "I was assassinated a few years ago and was seriously injured. I only have 30% of my fighting strength left."

Yan Zhen was taken aback.

Jing Chen came to the small world for training, and since it was for "training," his experience would not be easy.

Yan Zhen was aware of this, but hearing him say these words in such a nonchalant manner, her expression was still somewhat subtle.

This boyfriend who has lost his memory is quite pitiful.

"Let me see." Yan Zhen reached out to unbutton his shirt.

Qin Jiu was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed her wrist, his tone teasing: "Miss Jiang, I know I'm quite attractive. If you want something to happen between us, you can come to the stern after dark. It's daytime now, don't be in such a hurry..."

"Go away." Yan Zhen slapped his hand away. "I'll just take a look, I won't do anything else."

Qin Jiu: "..."

Why does this sound weird?

Unbuttoning his shirt, Yan Zhen pulled Qin Jiu's shirt down to his left shoulder, revealing a fist-sized scar over his heart.

The scars were mottled, and a faint blue light shone through the skin.

Yan Zhen ran his fingers over the scar, frowning as he asked, "Why is it glowing?"

Qin Jiu stiffened slightly at her movements and answered truthfully, "My original heart died, so I had a mechanical heart replaced."

Yan Zhen frowned even more: "Does it still hurt now?"

"It's been many years, and it doesn't hurt anymore."

Besides the scar on his heart, he also had many other old scars on his body.

Half an inch below the ribs, a suture left a scar about fifteen centimeters long, which is particularly noticeable.

Yan Zhen touched the scar: "And here?"

"A broken rib punctured an internal organ; this was left during surgery."

"And here?" Yan Zhen asked, pointing to a scar on his lower abdomen that looked like it had been burned.

"Caused by electric shock that burned the skin and flesh."

"Then this..."

Just as Yan Zhen was about to continue downwards, Qin Jiu grabbed his finger.

Yan Zhen immediately looked up.

Qin Jiu let out a soft breath, her tone tinged with laughter, but the laughter didn't reach her eyes: "Are you sure you want to keep asking?"

Yan Zhen glanced at him subconsciously and found that he was excited again.

"You're so sensitive."

Qin Jiu was both amused and exasperated: "After teasing me, you turn around and say I'm sensitive?"

Before Yan Zhen could answer, a furious roar came from below: "Hey! What the hell are you doing! Let her go!"

Yan Zhen and Qin Jiu immediately lowered their heads.

Shen Rong emerged from the abandoned spaceship at some point, now holding a shovel and glaring angrily at them, looking as if she was about to rush up and beat Qin Jiu up at any moment.

Yan Zhen looked again at her and Qin Jiu's current position—Qin Jiu's clothes were disheveled, and one of her hands was gripping her wrist, which looked like she was forcing her...

No wonder Shen Rong had the wrong idea.

Realizing this, Yan Zhen quickly pulled away from Qin Jiu's hand, jumped off the fighter jet wreckage in a few swift movements, and pulled Shen Rong over: "It's not what you think..."

She pulled Shen Rong into the cabin and quickly explained what had happened.

After hearing this, Shen Rong looked puzzled: "You mean, you touched him on your own initiative?"

"...What do you mean by 'touching'!" Yan Zhen protested. "I was just curious about how badly he was injured, I just wanted to take a look!"

"Just look, why are you touching him?" Shen Rong frowned and scolded, "That show-off isn't any good either, stay away from him!"

Yan Zhen knew Shen Rong's temperament. She had a preconceived notion that Qin Jiu was "pretentious" and "bragging," and now she couldn't see him as a good person at all.

She wouldn't listen to explanations under these circumstances, so Yan Zhen simply replied, "Okay, I understand."

Her quick agreement aroused Shen Rong's suspicion.

She took two steps back, looked Yan Zhen up and down with a suspicious gaze, and after a long while asked, "You don't mean you've fallen for that show-off, do you?"