The streets were packed with people who poured out to surround the heroes who had protected them for two nights. Given their battered bodies, the crowd would have tossed them into the clouds, let them fall, and tossed them up again if they could.
Su Ze didn't enjoy being surrounded, so like yesterday, he went to the riverside to wash the blood off his body.
Shen Qingsheng was different - he could barely move and was quickly surrounded by excited citizens who gave him water, food, and medical attention from civilian doctors who rushed to stop his bleeding. Waves of praise washed over him - this was just the basics.
Several young girls excitedly gathered around him, not minding the blood covering his body, and planted kisses on him.
"Young man, are you single? I have..."
Hearing the aunt's words, he became excited, "Auntie! Are you going to introduce your daughter to me?"
The aunt looked embarrassed, "No, young man, I wanted to say... how about me?"
"..."
Su Ze smoked by the river, waiting until Shen Qingsheng was picked up by an ambulance with logistics personnel, and he followed them to the hospital.
Shen Qingsheng needed immediate treatment to survive.
The singing outside the door suddenly stopped.
Uesugi Akizuki woke up, looking around confused before burying her face deep in her knees again.
"Doctor! Doctor! Please save my husband! Please save him!"
"Son, hang in there, hang in there! Don't leave mama... don't leave mama..."
"Where is everyone! Help! Save us!"
"Please don't shout! Our heroes are resting! Please line up orderly, don't crowd, our hospital will take responsibility for every patient, please trust us..."
The cries in the hospital were heart-wrenching. Su Ze lay semi-conscious on the operating table, the bright lights making it difficult to open his eyes.
In his ears were the steady but slightly hurried voices of medical staff.
He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head away from the blinding light, suddenly seeing the busy anesthesiologist, which made his heart sink.
However, a few seconds after opening his eyes, strong drowsiness hit him again - seems the anesthesiologist had increased the dosage.
In the end, he didn't know how he got off the operating table. When he opened his eyes again, he was lying in a hospital bed wearing a patient gown, with his belongings neatly arranged on the nearby table - his straight knife, walkie-talkie, and tattered coat all folded tidily.
In the next bed was the unconscious Shen Qingsheng, covered in bandages. If it weren't for his faint energy fluctuations, Su Ze would have thought he was lying next to a mummy, or that he'd been buried in a pyramid.
"You're awake? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?" A young nurse quickly came to ask.
Su Ze licked his dry lips, "...My whole body feels uncomfortable."
Seeing this, the nurse quickly got a glass of water and helped him drink it.
Meng Xingyao watched as Uesugi Chigenki kept running around in the woods, searching through plants, shrubs, tree trunks, leaves, ant holes, mouse holes, and other ridiculous places.
"You must be crazy," Meng Xingyao said calmly, following behind.
"What do you know! She's my sister! Of course you're not worried - it's not your sister who's missing!" Uesugi Chigenki's eyes welled with tears.
"How small do you think your sister is? Small enough to fit in an ant hole?" Meng Xingyao was exasperated.
"What else can I do! I've looked everywhere," at this point, she collapsed to the ground crying, choking with self-blame, "What can I do... what can I do..."
"What can you do?" Meng Xingyao shrugged, smiling, "There's already an efficient solution right here."
"What solution!" Uesugi Chigenki jumped to her feet.
Meng Xingyao smiled, but to Uesugi Chigenki, it looked somewhat evil, no... very, very evil! This evil woman!
"Help me guard the blood moon tonight, and I'll request to use the Forerunner's resources to help find your sister. Trust me, even if you're spies, in this situation, as long as you work for Huaxia, once the blood moon period is over, Huaxia will pardon your crimes, and you and your sister can safely return home."
"Of course, all this assumes your sister is still alive," Meng Xingyao said frankly.
"We're not spies!" Surprisingly, Uesugi Chigenki's first response wasn't concern about whether her sister was alive, but rather to defend their innocence.
It seemed she was very confident her sister could survive these two days of natural disasters.
"Alright, alright, big sister believes you," Meng Xingyao extended her hand, smiling, "Shall we cooperate?"
Uesugi Chigenki grabbed her hand without hesitation - there was no other choice now.
However, after shaking hands, Meng Xingyao didn't let go, instead directly leading the girl while smiling, "Then let's go home now."
After saying this, she simply led Uesugi Chigenki back, and since they were both using their right hands to hold hands, Uesugi Chigenki walking behind felt somewhat awkward.
"The support coming to Dust City is the Wandering Troupe of Huaxia Ghost Officers, a recently formed squad that's already famous among the Ghost Officers. Their captain is Chu Yang, who just returned from another world - he's a legendary figure in Huaxia!"
"Dust City is now under this squad's management, so even if you're lying in a hospital bed all day, tonight's Seventh District will have a peaceful night."
Lying in his hospital bed, listening to his superior's description of the squad coming to take over for tonight's blood moon, Su Ze was puzzled, "Are they... that strong?"
A different voice took over, extremely excited, "Damn right! They're not just strong, they're absolutely incredible! Top-tier Huaxia Ghost Officers!"
"Get out!" His superior pushed away the person who interrupted, "So what if they're incredible? Are we Forerunners any less?"
There was a commotion from the other end, seemingly the person was kicked flying dozens of meters away with a deafening bang, followed by the sound of someone lighting a cigarette and sighing wistfully, "Ah~ They are indeed incredible. Wonder when our conventional Huaxia Forerunners will produce such an amazing squad."
This was a hint, and Su Ze understood it clearly.
By afternoon, Su Ze could barely walk, and he pulled out all the tubes and needles from his body.
The power of Ability Users and Transcendents is reflected in their superhuman physical qualities.
The difference between Ability Users and Transcendents is that Ability Users can use abilities, while Transcendents don't have abilities but can use some superhuman powers through cultivation.
Ability Users' powers exist beyond normal logic, while Transcendents' powers exist within the bounds of reason.
To become either type, one must unlock the genetic locks that humans are born with. There are many ways to unlock these, and anyone can do it if they find the right method - basically, it depends on how high your comprehension is.
Secondly, it depends on how lucky you are, like falling off a cliff, hitting some rocks, accidentally opening your meridians, and coincidentally unlocking your genetic locks through interrupted breathing.
If you're even luckier, you might find a cave at the bottom of the cliff with an old immortal inside who says, "Want to buy some power-ups? That'll be 30 Q-coins."
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
