Chapter 212: Chapter 176: Why Would a Top Military Official Need Quan Xiaobai and the Corpse Cultivation Technique?
When the matter in Pixian County was resolved, Ning An returned to the Daoist Temple.
As for Lin Yanke, she frowned as she took a car to find their master.
As the saying goes, everyone has their own destiny.
Whether it’s the master’s geomancy, Lin Yanke’s talisman, Quan Xiaobai’s corpse cultivation, or even Ning An’s extraordinary cultivation, these are the paths they must tread.
No one can accompany someone else to the very end.
This is an era where the world has been unveiled slightly, with dangers and opportunities, where some will soar to the skies and others will fall into the abyss.
Of course, it’s not really a new phenomenon; after all, it wasn’t unusual for a high and mighty emperor in ancient times to become a prisoner overnight.
Indeed, once the Han Race popped up a "Whether to cancel" dialog box, flashing red, on the brink of collapse.
As the grand building was about to topple, a beggar, holding a broken bowl, angrily punched "No," single-handedly pulling the Han Race to the peak of history!
We can only say, everything follows its fate.
The path of cultivation, relying on the Grotto Heaven Blessed Land, can steadily improve, but Ning An is different.
He cheats!
Under the premise of having cheats, naturally there’s no need to abandon a high-efficiency system for a low-efficiency blessed land.
Thus, Ning An found a flimsy excuse to let Lin Yanke go ahead to find the master.
He returned to Changchun Temple, brimming with joy, as the wishes of the incense burners were his best path to becoming stronger!
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Creak!
As the door opened, four incandescent lamps quietly lit up in the dim room.
Quan Xiaobai, bound by four fine iron chains, also awoke at this moment.
He was tightly restrained on a wooden chair, wanting to shield his eyes from the light, but the chains held him firmly, leaving him to squint and look forward.
In front of him, there wasn’t a human silhouette but a huge projection screen, live-streaming another room, with two-way projection, the door sound also came from the screen.
The person on the screen was Wang Dahai, holding two files, unfolding them before the screen, he first introduced the file in his left hand: "Your magic, without herbs and spells, is destined not to last long."
"This file in my hand, obtained from Li Tie, contains the Body Nourishing Technique, and I assume you know who Li Tie is."
Quan Xiaobai closed his eyelids, slightly sinking.
Of course, he knew who Li Tie was; he was once his hope for survival!
But now, he only wished for death.
He was too tired; he just wanted to sleep well, even if it meant eternal rest.
Wang Dahai was not surprised by his reaction and simply aimed the file in his right hand at the camera, speaking calmly:
"You can also remain silent, but I think you should take a good look at this document. It’s issued by the government and the Daoist Association, regarding your master’s body proper arrangement."
Upon hearing this, Quan Xiaobai’s face finally showed expression, his eyelids slightly trembled, and after a while, a tear fell.
"Master, I’m sorry for disappointing you."
After a long while, he stubbornly raised his head and resolutely said: "I’ll do whatever you want, but my master, he must have a grand funeral!"
"Deal." Wang Dahai smiled slightly, stood up, and turned as if remembering something, saying:
"You know the crimes you’ve committed, even execution is too lenient for you."
Quan Xiaobai pursed his lips and asked, raising his head: "I want to know, how is Li Tie?"
Wang Dahai continued towards the door, indifferently saying: "I can only tell you, he’s not dead."
Clack!
Behind the door, an old man was watching the surveillance footage.
He was the elderly leader who had previously reprimanded Ma Baoguo.
After Wang Dahai came out and reported to him, a staff member quickly approached, saluted first, then whispered:
"Leader, the meeting is about to start."
"Okay, I know." The old man nodded, then instructed the surrounding staff: "Keep an eye out, contact me immediately if there’s anything unusual."
"Yes!"
Exiting the room, the old man first traversed a long corridor, twisting and turning, arriving in front of a special elevator, then another corner, finally reaching a small conference room.
The conference room had a total of twelve seats, five on the left, six on the right, and one at the head of the conference table.
He directly went to the second seat on the left, pulling the chair open while speaking: "No surprises, the kid agreed."
"Humph! I say, we should directly serve him grandly, why bother with all these petty things? Not giving him execution is already merciful enough!" huffed the third person on the right side.
"Haha, you’re nice with your words, he clearly eats soft and not hard."
"It’s all nonsense! What soft and hard nonsense, bullshit! Put him on a hydraulic press, even the hardest bones will be crushed to dust!"
"Everyone, speak less, ease the temper."
The person at the head position pat the table, coughing heavily twice, waiting for silence before saying: "Read the contents of the document to them."
His secretary behind him immediately understood, stood up, held the file, and began reading:
"One: Approve the establishment of Dragon Country’s Supernatural Phenomena Investigation and Management Bureau, directly under the military. Temporarily appoint one director, five deputy directors, and several other members.
Twenty-three provinces, five autonomous regions, four municipalities, and two special operation zones, set up branches accordingly, with thirty-four branches in total, personnel framework similar to headquarters.
Local grassroots and peripheral personnel can be independently reviewed and compiled by branches, selected personnel must be loyal to the country, loyal to the people, have good moral character, and no anti-human tendencies...
