The male supporting role was captured by the protagonist after his rebirth

Zhu Zheng happily held the Deng family's latest experimental data in his hands, as if he were holding a rare treasure, and hurried back to the scientific research department.

When he walked into the scientific research department, Chief Research Officer Li Lingxue had just finished a tense and complicated experiment.

There were beads of sweat on her forehead and her eyes revealed a hint of fatigue, but when she learned that Zhu Zheng was coming to visit, she immediately hurried out.

Li Lingxue's hair was casually tied into a ponytail, looking a little messy.

The dark circles under her eyes were as thick as a panda's, and it was obvious that she had been working continuously for a long time.

Her sleepy look reminded people of those crazy people immersed in scientific research. But unlike her appearance, Li Lingxue's eyes were shining with sharp light, as if she could see through everything.

"Zhu Shuai? What's the matter?" Li Lingxue's voice was a little hoarse. She quickly took the USB flash drive that Zhu Zheng handed to her, with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

"Take a look at this. It may be helpful for the experiment we are conducting. This is the top-secret experimental data that I went through great pains to get from the Deng family!"

Zhu Zheng said excitedly, his eyes full of anticipation.

Ever since an Ipsilon named Yuan Kongye appeared in the Jiangnan District, he has always longed to truly own an Ipsilon that belongs entirely to him.

After Yuan Kongye's death, Zhu Zheng obtained her body cells and has been working on cloning an Ipsilon like Yuan Kongye.

Yuan Kongye's ability is [Return from Death]. She can produce a limited number of ice souls to help people awaken their superpowers and improve their superpower levels.

But once these people die, their superpowers will return to Yuan Kongye's body and be used by her, which is why she is so powerful.

Although Zhuyu is the closest to successful clone, it is still unable to cross the threshold of Ypsilon.

The way to allow her to continue evolving is to distribute the ice soul to selected people, and then kill them after they grow into strong ones, so that she will gain the power of these people.

But as an incomplete form, the ice soul she produces cannot be compared with Yuan Kongye, and the absorption of supernatural powers also needs strict control.

What Zhu Zheng and Li Lingxue are most worried about is that Zhu Yu is still in his infancy and the amount of ice soul he produces is limited, so they dare not abuse it to cultivate extraordinary people.

Zhu Yu's current state has reached the threshold of Ipsilon. If the alien created using Bingpo is not strong enough, it will be of no help to her.

However, the Deng family's experiment now solved their urgent problem.

It not only contains the principles and experience of the Deng family's experiments, but also various cutting-edge data on cultivating mutants, down to the level of detail required to control the intensity of each energy injection.

This is data obtained after experiments involving two or three hundred lives and a large amount of resources, and it is now nearly mature.

If a powerful alien could be awakened in this way, and then his abilities could be strengthened using Ice Soul, then Zhu Yu might not be far from breaking through Ipsilon!

Li Lingxue turned on the computer, inserted the USB drive, and began to browse the data inside.

Her brows gradually furrowed and her expression became serious.

After a while, she looked up at Zhu Zheng, nodded and said, "The experiment is indeed feasible, but I need some time to prepare the equipment used by the Deng family."

"Okay, then let's prepare as soon as possible." Zhu Zheng's eyes were full of anxiety.

He was well aware of the importance of this experiment. If successful, not only would Zhu Yu become the real Ipsilon, but he could also take the opportunity to suppress Deng Shentong's limelight.

Only when Zhu Yu's power becomes stronger can Zhu Zheng feel at ease sitting in the position of commander-in-chief.

In the following days, Li Lingxue devoted all her efforts to preparing the equipment needed for the experiment.

Zhu Zhengze is secretly selecting suitable candidates, those young people with potential, who will become the guinea pigs for this experiment.

In fact, it is similar to the Deng family’s plan, except that these people will become fertilizer to nourish the Red Yu flower.

……

After being pulled away from the study by Deng Shentong, Zhang Yi never mentioned to him about participating in the experiment again. It seemed like all this was just an insignificant episode and was forgotten by the two of them.

Life still goes on peacefully and everything remains the same.

Zhang Yi still has to get up early every day to go to the training ground to undergo training from several martial arts masters. After finishing training at noon, he goes home to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

Zhang Yi returned to the living room, wiping his hair. Deng Shentong had been up for a while.

When he has nothing to do, he usually wears silk pajamas, leans lazily on the sofa, reads a book or watches TV.

There was an exquisite fruit plate on the coffee table in front of the sofa, but these were all canned foods. There was no way there would be fresh fruits and vegetables in the doomsday.

Even so, as a noble son of the Deng family, Deng Shentong lives a more luxurious and leisurely life than most people.

The man curled up on the sofa, reading a book, looking lazy as if he had no bones. His long silver hair was scattered on his sides, making him look like a pampered long-haired white cat.

Deng Shentong heard the footsteps, raised his eyelids lazily and looked at him, maintaining that boneless posture, and said: "How is the training?"

"My lord, I'm fine." Zhang Yi walked to the other side of the sofa and sat down, then picked up a can of yellow peaches and started eating.

Deng Shentong put down the book in his hand, squinted his eyes and looked Zhang Yi up and down, with a barely perceptible smile on his lips: "From your appearance, your strength has improved a lot recently."

Zhang Yi felt a little strange. Why did Deng Shentong suddenly become concerned about his training today?

However, he still answered truthfully: "Well... I guess I gained a little bit."

Deng Shentong smiled slightly, with a hint of appreciation in his eyes, and then said: "Not bad, it seems that your efforts have not been in vain."

After saying that, he stretched, sat up straight on the sofa, and said in a relaxed tone: "How about we fight a few moves?"

Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel happy when he heard this. He knew that this was a recognition of his strength by Deng Shentong, but he was also a little nervous. After all, Deng Shentong's strength was unfathomable, and it was not an easy task to fight with him.

Zhang Yi hesitated for a moment, then nodded and stood up. He knew this was a rare opportunity to test his own strength.

The two stood facing each other, and the atmosphere became solemn. Deng Shentong looked at Zhang Yi with a smile, his eyes full of encouragement.

Zhang Yi took a deep breath, concentrated his energy, and performed the moves he had learned. His movements were agile and swift, and there was a whirring sound when his fists and palms crossed.

Deng Shentong dealt with Zhang Yi's attacks with ease. His figure was as erratic as a ghost, making it difficult for Zhang Yi to grasp him.

In a short period of time, the two exchanged dozens of moves, but it was difficult to tell who was the winner. Zhang Yi gradually felt exhausted, and sweat dripped down his forehead, but he did not give up and continued to attack with all his might.

Deng Shentong nodded secretly, quite satisfied with Zhang Yi's performance. He suddenly increased his speed and attacked like lightning, breaking through Zhang Yi's defense line in one go.

Zhang Yi only felt a flash before his eyes, and then he was hit on the chest, but the palm was not very powerful, just a light touch.

"Do you want to continue?" Deng Shentong asked with a smile.

Zhang Yi panted, shook his head and said, "I give up."

He felt somewhat disappointed. He had practiced so diligently and thought he had already mastered some of the essence of martial arts masters, but he did not expect that he could not even catch up with Deng Shentong in close combat.

"You're already pretty good." Deng Shentong saw his dejected look, understood, and patted Zhang Yi on the shoulder, "Practice more in the future, I believe you will become stronger."

He slapped down and felt a handful of solid muscles. He couldn't help but pinch Zhang Yi's arm and commented: "It feels good. It seems that the training is effective."

Zhang Yi felt the cold and soft fingers touching his skin, and his face suddenly turned red. Fortunately, his wheat-colored skin could help cover it up a little.

His whole body was stiff, and he allowed Deng Shentong to manipulate him, not daring to move.

He used to tease Deng Shentong like this, but now the positions are reversed, and Zhang Yi's face, as thick as a city wall, actually shows a hint of shyness.

However, Deng Shentong always kept these little tricks just to a certain extent, as if they were all unintentional. On the contrary, Zhang Yi was always very nervous and couldn't help but speculate on his intentions.

Zhang Yi lowered his head, his ears slightly red, "Thank... Thank you, Master."

Deng Shentong smiled nonchalantly and said, "Go and take a rest. We will continue training in the afternoon."

Zhang Yi felt as if he had been granted amnesty. He quickly turned around and left the living room and walked towards his room.

Zhang Yi returned to his room and lay on the bed, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He knew the gap between himself and Deng Shentong now, and understood that if he wanted to truly stand by his side, he would need to put in more effort.

However, Deng Shentong's actions just now caused ripples in his heart.

Zhang Yi shook his head, trying to get rid of these messy thoughts from his mind.

Now is not the time to think about these things, he has more important things to do.