Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 361 The Beginning of the Two Beauties' Downfall
"The spiritual energy outside is fluctuating wildly, which is a bit abnormal." Fang Zuo frowned. "Ignore it. Keep talking."

"Yes, Master." The middle-aged man continued, "After I came here, I found that most of the human souls here have serious problems."

"Not only does wealth divide ordinary people into different classes, but even their souls are subdivided. Upper-class white people have three strong souls, and although their seven spirits are agitated, they are considered normal, almost the same as ordinary people in China."

"The middle class and ordinary people here have weakened their souls and spirits. The homeless are even worse off. Not only are their spirits weakened, but their spirits are severely damaged."

"As for those powerful psychics, either their three souls are imprisoned by religion, or their physiques are strange, with only seven spirits instead of three souls."

“This place is really weird.”

"What makes me most uncomfortable is that although ordinary people here have an abundant diet of meat, many of them lack blood and energy, which can't nourish their souls at all."

"As a result, their souls can no longer withstand great use, and even after being taken in, they dissipate before they can be sacrificed."

"That's because they have to sell blood almost every week." Chiba Iori propped himself up, and the condition of his body being unable to move was slightly relieved as Fang Zuo said.

She sneered and said, "Don't you know? This country is the world's largest supplier of plasma."

“Although their population accounts for only about 70 percent of the world’s population, they provide approximately 94 percent of the world’s plasma supply and occupy percent of the global paid plasma market.”

“Almost all blood products containing various hemoglobins come from the United States.”

"Because, in families with an annual income of less than $6, family members have to donate blood almost every week."

"The poorer ones even do it twice a week. This is the official number allowed, but it's done privately." Chiba Iori sneered.
"This is the so-called most powerful country on the planet."

Chiba Iori said this while looking warily at the man kneeling on the ground.

She could keenly sense the man's power and weirdness.

She knows who this person is!

The leader of the largest cult in North America.

Ron Hubbard of Scientology.

The Washington government has surrounded and cracked down on him many times over the years, but he has always escaped by faking his death in various ways.

Each time the government announced the discovery of his body, it even publicly announced that he had been arrested and imprisoned.

But not long after, he reappeared in a state in North America.

Because of this magical power, he gained more and more followers and gradually became the leader of the largest cult organization in North America.

But at this moment.

This guy who caused headaches for the Washington government was so respectful to Fang Zuo.

Kneeling on the ground, bowing his head, with an extremely pious expression.

It seems as if Fang Zuo is the real leader of the cult.

This thought that came to mind scared Chiba Iori himself.

"Ron Hubbard?" Chiba Iori called out tentatively.

The middle-aged man turned his head and looked at Chiba Iori, then looked at Fang Zuo again.

There was a question in his eyes.

"One of us." Fang Zuo nodded.

The words "we're one of them" made Chiba Iori very happy. He slapped Fang Zuo on the buttocks and pinched it.

The kneeling middle-aged man was so frightened by the scene that his eyelids twitched, but he pretended not to see it.

"I'm Ron Hubbard," the middle-aged man nodded, and then explained to Fang Zuo, "Master, this is my identity in North America."

"Why are you Chinese? Aren't you supposed to be pure white? Your family migrated from Europe. Could it be that even the National Security Agency's intelligence is wrong?" Chiba Iori frowned and recited his information like a treasure:

"According to the information, Hubbard, you failed academically in your early years and were expelled from the US Navy for disobeying military orders. Later, you turned to writing and gained quite a following. You are particularly well-known for your science fiction."

"Later, you developed the religious organization 'Scientology,' claiming that humans are 'Thetan'—the reincarnation of ancient alien souls, and that joining the religion is the only way to 'erase' negative memories and return to our true selves."

"You still have this skill." Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Excuse me, Ron Hubbard is just the first body I borrowed since I came here." The middle-aged man showed an embarrassed look on his face.

"He's more than just that. The religion he founded has been designated as the world's leading cult." Chiba Iori kept sizing up the cult leader who had been a headache for the Washington government for decades.

"Not only did he attract celebrities and wealthy individuals to join his cult, but he also engaged in activities such as wiretapping, fabricating evidence, and infiltrating the government."

"A few years ago, the Church of Scientology conducted the so-called 'Operation Snow White' to infiltrate the IRS and steal tens of thousands of documents."

"He also retaliated against his critics and fabricated evidence of a terrorist attack against writer Paulette Cooper, nearly sending her to prison for 15 years."

"As for the number of North American people killed and families bankrupted, countless are left."

"Nowadays, many Hollywood stars, such as Tom Cruise and John Travolta, are devout believers. This sect has even spread to Europe."

"To be precise, there are seven branches around the world," the middle-aged man added.

There was a slight smugness on his face.

"What's your purpose in going to all this trouble?" Fang Zuo asked, frowning. "Going the incense-filled path? Don't blame me for not warning you, it's a dead end."

"Master, I understand. I'm not following the path of incense and worship. It's just that I have nowhere else to go." The middle-aged man showed a complicated expression on his face and sighed.

"After discovering that the souls of ordinary people in North America were useless, I once considered hunting down the souls of Protestants and other powerful psychics."

"But I'm alone and my strength is limited. It's also difficult to get information from all sides. Every time I take action, I'm facing a large group of psychics."

"After we succeed, most of those souls are useless. The efficiency is too low."

"Later, I also traveled to several war-torn countries to collect souls from the battlefields." The middle-aged man continued, "But I found that this path didn't work either."

"Many forces from various countries have already been collecting information on those battlefields."

"Not only are there monks from all the major religions, there are even monks from within the country. And their realms are quite high."

"We had a huge fight over a disagreement, and I was slightly outmatched because the small flag in his hand was even more powerful than my natal flag."

"Later, I had no choice but to avoid him everywhere."

The middle-aged man glanced at Fang Zuo and moved his mouth a few times.

"It's not mine." Fang Zuo shook his head. "It's normal that you can't compare with that small flag. It has been nurtured in the main hall of Longhu Mountain for hundreds of years. If it weren't for the weak spiritual energy now, it would have developed intelligence long ago."

"If it were in ancient times, this kind of thing would not be worthy of the attention of cultivators, but now it is a first-class magic weapon that can still be obtained."

Fang Zuo knew who the domestic monk holding the small banner was.

A monk in a white suit.

He came towards the remaining soul of Ashura on Mount Fuji, but was almost killed by himself.

Finally, with the help of his master, he gave Obata to himself as an apology, and finally gave it to Kawakita Ayaka.

It is even more normal for religions of various countries to go to war-torn countries to collect souls from the battlefield.

Judging from my recent experiences in these small worlds of the divine kingdom.

In the religious kingdom.

Almost all souls have fixed numbers.

When they die of natural causes, their memories will be erased and they will be reborn as citizens of the new Kingdom of God.

Since it is a fixed cycle, there must be a new source of souls to replenish it.

Otherwise, if those souls are lost unnaturally, they will become fewer and fewer.

In the end, the entire kingdom of God was empty.

"It turns out that guy is an authentic Taoist. But why..." The middle-aged man just asked the question, then quickly took it back and didn't ask any more questions.

It’s better for you to know less about these Taoist secrets.

He went on to say, "After failing through various channels, I stumbled upon these cult gatherings in North America."

"I've discovered that when these believers gather, although their three souls and seven spirits are dim and lifeless, the negative emotions emanating from their insane beliefs can be quite useful."

"At least it's stronger than this thin spiritual energy."

"So you're thinking of finding another way to collect this stuff?" Fang Zuo examined the middle-aged man's body, nodded, and said:

"It's not that this road didn't exist in ancient times, but at that time, the spiritual energy was too strong, humanity was flourishing, and there was no shortage of souls. No one would look down on these leftovers."

"It's just right to support you now."

Fang Zuo paused and looked at the middle-aged man.

He suddenly said: "Wang Jianguo"

The middle-aged man was stunned by the word "villain", and his Adam's apple moved. It seemed that no one had called him that for a long time.

It's been a long, long time.
After embarking on the path of a monk, my relatives and friends have long since passed away.

What's more, he is a heretic cultivator and has no friends.

I used to hate this name which carries the imprint of the domestic era. I thought it was too rustic and really did not match my status.

But over the years, I have changed my body and name one after another.

Hearing my birth name again, a complex emotion came over me.

The larynx moved again.

A little choked up.

"You have a lot of talent. In this era, there are fewer and fewer cultivators who can climb up the ladder. That's why I let you go that time." Fang Zuo said calmly:

"If when we meet again today, the person before me is a Wang Jianguo who has given up on the future and is only concerned with pleasure, then there is no need for you to exist."

"Yes, Master." Wang Jianguo understood what Fang Zuo meant.

Although the path to longevity is a lonely one.

But in ancient times.

You and I, monks, are searching and seeking on the road, and at least we have many fellow travelers.

Or they might be wandering cultivators who would give each other half-volumes of incomplete scriptures while drinking under the moon.

Or in the sect, you come to save me today, and I will save your fellow disciples and brothers tomorrow.

Or perhaps they are the seekers who are suddenly encountered in secret places, striving for opportunities and showing no mercy.

Even if the opportunity is gone after a hundred years, it will all be in vain.

Each turned into nothingness.

but.

At least I've met one of my kind somewhere.

At least.

After a short journey together.

My path is not alone.
But now.
It is so rare to meet someone like you.
"Master, rest assured. I will fight to the death and will not slack off for even a moment." Wang Jianguo said in a deep voice, "If one day I really do what you said and only seek pleasure, I beg you to take action and give me a quick death..."

"That must be the case." Fang Zuo's face was expressionless. Suddenly, he thought of something and asked, "Those people at the bottom of society out there all have their main soul seriously missing from their seven souls. Is that your method?"

"Did the Master also discover this?" Wang Jianguo shook his head and said, "It has nothing to do with me. I just discovered how badly their souls were missing, so I gave up my original path."

"These homeless people were completely ignored by the North American government. Even if they disappeared, no one would know. They were perfect soul material."

“But I don’t know why it’s like this.”

"Excuse me, can I interrupt?" Chiba Iori, listening at the side, was confused and raised her hand, saying, "Why don't I understand what you are saying?"

Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo didn't even glance at her, as if she didn't exist.

"Master." Wang Jianguo opened his mouth to ask something, but paused, with some hesitation on his face.

"Just ask if you have any questions." Fang Zuo said.

"Why are you here? Did you fail in your ascension?" Wang Jianguo asked with gritted teeth.

As for this real person who has gone much further than himself, he also wants to know what the scenery ahead will be like.

"The Heaven Palace is empty. All the gods and Buddhas are gone. They have all left." Fang Zuo said slowly: "We are the only ones left here."

"How could this happen?" Wang Jianguo was stunned and muttered to himself, his eyes a little empty. "How could this happen?"

"Master, have you found a new way here?" Wang Jianguo suddenly came to his senses and asked anxiously.

"I have some ideas." Fang Zuo nodded.

Suddenly his brows furrowed.

"What's wrong with the real person?" Wang Jianguo asked.

"The fluctuations of spiritual energy outside are getting stronger and stronger. It seems like the work of some powerful person. Let's go and take a look." Fang waved his left hand.

He and Wang Jianguo disappeared in an instant.

Only Chiba Iori was left standing there in a daze.

"Where are the people?" Chiba Iori looked around with her beautiful eyes.

The two people just disappeared.

Only the believers who were punished by Wang Jianguo were left there, looking at Chiba Iori with fear on their faces.

"Fang Zuo, you bastard, why don't you take me with you when you have fun?" Chiba Iori cursed, "I've been protecting you all the way..."

As she cursed, she looked at the honest man Tim who was cowering beside her, and she was so angry that she stepped forward and kicked him a few times.

"Change your name next time, or I'll beat you up every time I see you."

"Also, give me all the money you have."

On the surface at this moment.

Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo stood high in the air, looking at the Los Angeles beach not far away.

January night 2025.

Los Angeles, California.

A beach for the rich.

There were a few small wildfires in the distant mountains and forests, and the rich people were watching from afar as if they were watching a show.

While joking and laughing.

He didn't take these small fires seriously at all.

In the eyes of Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo.

It is a completely different scene.

Northeast of the beach.

The spiritual power is extremely disordered.

The originally thin spiritual power actually gathered together at this moment.

surging.

Unstoppable.

"Whose powerful wind technique is this?" Wang Jianguo shouted in surprise.

The expression was a little shocked.

Fang Zuo remained silent, staring into the distance.

In a blink of an eye.

The wind in the distant sky was blowing up all kinds of sand, stones and cactus fragments, like a giant ochre dragon.

It roared in from the northeast, carrying with it the dry heat of the desert.

The wind speed broke through the limit of 100 kilometers per hour, like a pair of invisible giant hands tearing the sky apart.

This wind dragon was compressed into a violent vortex in the northeast Santa Ana Pass and pounced fiercely on the beaches of Los Angeles.

I 'accidentally' passed by a few small wildfires.

Fire relies on the wind, and wind helps the fire.

The wind dragon roared, turning the originally small red flames into huge surging waves.

Driven by the wind, the flames suddenly rose more than ten meters, like an awakened red beast, devouring everything it touched with its fangs and claws.

The originally docile flames now turned into millions of rockets, drawing blazing parabolas in the air along with the wind.

Wherever it goes, a new sea of ​​fire explodes instantly
The entire sky was instantly dyed a sickly orange-red, as if the sky itself was burning.

The fire wave, driven by the strong wind, swallowed everything at a speed of 10 kilometers per hour.

The century-old red pine turned into a carbonized skeleton in the explosion.

The mansions in the Hollywood Hills collapsed like paper in the fire.

The flames leaped across the ten-lane highway, carried by the wind, and even the concrete roadbed cracked in the high temperature, as if paving a new fuel channel for this hellish dance.

Looking down from the air.

The fire line on the Pacific cliffs stretched for dozens of kilometers, and the rolling fire clouds in the night sky illuminated the Los Angeles beach luxury residential area as if it were daytime.

The wind speed continuously pushed fresh oxygen into the core of the fire, causing the dying embers to burst out with terrifying energy again.

The flames, driven by the wind, formed a flowing waterfall of fire, climbing wildly along the outer wall of the building.

These wealthy people from around the world, who were originally enjoying the beautiful scenery and sunshine of California beaches, are now standing in the distance in shock and vain.

Just watch your wealth turn into nothing.

Powerless.

Paris Hilton of the Hilton family looked at her luxurious villa from afar with trembling eyes.

The courtyard where my son took his first steps is now only left with collapsed agate walls.

Her knuckles turned white as she covered her mouth, unable to believe what was happening suddenly.

Not far away, Oracle CEO Larry Ellison silently gazed at the scattered luxury homes on Carbon Beach.

The ocean breeze carried sparks across his multi-million dollar Zen garden, which also contained the various pets he cared for as family.

Financial tycoon Robert Revani was making a phone call with a serious expression, hoping to urge the fire rescue team to arrive at the scene quickly.

For them, wealth is secondary and is just a number on paper.

And they really care.

The mansion contains many treasures that I have spent half my life collecting.

Those treasures that can be seen by the public and those that cannot be seen by the public.

Those treasures that I have spent most of my life to collect.

From this moment on, I will never see you again
A hundred meters away, 87-year-old Anthony Hopkins.

He trembled as he picked up the half-burned Oscar trophy stand. It was the only thing he could grab. The gold foil peeled off and turned to ash in his palm.

Every one of the unique vinyl records he collected is an out-of-print collection.

Each one of them is his favorite.

after.

There will never be another one in this world.

These wailing rich people all showed miserable expressions.

Either kneeling on the ground or cuddling each other.

Either crying or cursing.

The mansions built by ordinary wealthy people with all their wealth were reduced to ashes.

The top wealthy people, though only a few figures have been lost, have lost something more important to them than money.
No amount of money can buy it
And the location where Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo were located was opposite each other across the entire Los Angeles beach.

Michaela Cohen and Demi Blackrock were watching everything happening with a smile.

To them, the flickering and spreading fire in the distance looked like a gorgeous firework display.

"These wealthy people will find that the fire department's arrival is completely useless. All the fire hydrants are empty." Demi Blackrock's pupils reflected the inferno in the distance. She smiled, revealing her white teeth, and a chilling chill in her words was incongruous.
"And after this fire, they will find that the insurance companies they bought insurance from have filed for bankruptcy one after another."

"Eventually, they will discover that this most expensive piece of land in the world will be worthless, and they will still have to pay high property taxes. Ultimately, they will have no choice but to sell it to us, the BlackRock consortium, at a low price."

"We will use the lowest price to buy the most luxurious location, rebuild it completely, and then sell it to other wealthy people again."

“What a great miracle this is! Amen to the Lord Almighty!!”

Michaela Cohen smiled and said nothing beside her, raising her hand gently.

The two maids behind him immediately handed over wet wipes.

Michaela Cohen took it and wiped her hands gently: "The air on California beaches is really dirty. Tell the governor of California not to allow anyone to enter their homes after the fire is extinguished."

"They were not allowed to clean up and rebuild their burned-down homes."

"I've found a reason for him."

"Of course it's for their safety, and also to count the property damage and casualties."

"As you wish," Demi Blackrock said with a smile. "He'll be happy to do so. He'll be staring at the numbers in his Swiss bank account tonight and won't be able to sleep happily."

"Now we can deploy the so-called rescue team to search for our holy relics," said Michaela Cohen.

But just as he finished speaking, the golden ring on his arm suddenly vibrated continuously.

She and Demi Black were stunned, and both looked into the distance with joy.

“It appeared, there!!!”

Then the next second they both frowned and looked down
A cold voice tumbled out from Michaela Cohen's sexy red lips: "All the forces from North America are here. Who leaked the news? Damn it!"

At this moment, Fang Zuo and Wang Jianguo were watching all this.

Suddenly, they all looked towards the ruins engulfed in flames.

"Interesting." Fang Zuo looked at the thing in the flame and smiled slightly.

Then people from various forces appeared from all directions.

"Wang Jianguo," Fang Zuo said lightly.

"Master, I'm here!" Wang Jianguo replied in a deep voice.

"Does your natal banner dare to swallow the souls of these monsters?"

"Why not? With Master Fang here, even if the Heavenly Dao falls, I dare to swallow it." Wang Jianguo stood behind Fang Zuo and said with a smile:

"I'm afraid these guys aren't worth my help. I'm afraid they'll stain my hands."

(End of this chapter)