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Although his words were blunt, Zhu Mingyao could still sense the deep concern and reluctance in them, which warmed his heart. However, he deliberately said:

"Alright, alright, I've been explaining for days now. Look, the shop and house have been transferred to my name. I'm so young, rich, handsome, and dashing, why don't I take this opportunity to have some more fun for a couple of years?"

Hehe, you've always told me not to have a girlfriend, but now you can't stop me, can you...?

"You brat... that's for your own good. You better keep your virginity! At least, at least don't break the vow before you reach the Qi Return to the Innate Realm!" Zhang Shouzhong's white beard stood on end with anger as he glared at him.

"Okay, okay, don't get angry, I was just kidding..."

Zhu Mingyao watched Lin Xuansheng go to check in his luggage, then quietly pulled the old man aside and whispered:

"Our lineage has been away from the country for decades. We don't know what the situation will be like when we go back. Although the sect leader is taking care of us, we should try our best to preserve our family's foundation."

As the old saying goes, a cunning rabbit has three burrows!

No matter how large and powerful Maoshan is, it ultimately belongs to everyone. This little bit of wealth may be small, but it's our own. As the saying goes, even a broken home can be worth a fortune..."

"Furthermore, the sect leader said in private that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is gradually becoming more active."

The New World is vast, sparsely populated, and rich in resources. If an opportunity arises, it would be advantageous to be close to the source and benefit from it. Staying here is far better than going back and competing with a large group of like-minded people back home.

Zhang Shouzhong remained silent for a while, then said in a low voice, "Since you have your own ideas, I won't say anything more. But you should still think things through more and be more careful in your daily life. Remember that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Don't act recklessly."

"Also, didn't I originally refine a few powerful Yin soldiers and ghost generals? After I was injured this time, I entrusted them to Elder Lü. I originally planned to pass them on to you as a family heirloom. But when I was about to leave, I thought about it and realized that those ghost generals were too ferocious and were not refined by your own hands. Taking them over rashly would not be of any benefit to your cultivation. Therefore, I don't plan to take them back. I'll have them find some useful materials and magical items for you."

Zhu Mingyao nodded silently. He understood that neither the Five Wrathful Ghost Soldiers nor the Guardian Ghosts and Gods were better the more powerful or ferocious they were.

Especially if it wasn't personally crafted, and the servant is stronger than the master, there's a high risk of backlash when using it. The old man was very thoughtful.

It's a pity about that Yaksha demon general [Jiesen]. I was hoping to use it to play with after my cultivation level was higher.

The idea of ​​turning a terrifying villain from a horror movie from a past life into your own summoned creature gives me a subtle, NTR-like thrill...

Even after Lin Xuansheng returned with the baggage claim receipt, Zhang Shouzhong was still muttering incessantly.

"You know all the other random stuff, put it..."

...If you encounter any difficulties in your cultivation, ask more questions. Didn't the sect leader leave you a communication artifact? Don't end up like me, cooped up at home, endlessly pondering things...

"I know, I know."

As the boarding announcement came on, Zhu Mingyao kept agreeing as he helped the old man join Lin Xuansheng at the boarding gate.

"Keep in touch with the Hualian people. I've left letters for the elders I know, asking them to take good care of you, be mindful of etiquette, and not let the favors fall through..."

"You've told me so many times, don't worry, once you get to Maoshan, remember to call and let them know you're safe..."

Watching the old man's figure, who kept turning back to look at him as he entered the boarding gate, the boy stood in the waiting hall for a while, watching the plane outside the glass wall accelerate and finally give a gentle shake, soaring into the sky like a silver bird and flying towards the other side of the ocean.

……

After seeing Zhang Shouzhong off and returning home, Zhu Mingyao was busy like a spinning top for several days in a row.

That day, he and Bai Ziyuan fought a fierce battle with the enemy, and a lot of the furniture and floors in their house were damaged. The workers on the ground floor had already been asked to repair it, but there was an altar set up in the basement, so it was inconvenient to ask outsiders to go down. The boy had no choice but to bring the materials and do it himself.

The elderly person has already transferred the shops, real estate, cars, and other assets to their own name through a gift transfer.

In the federal government, older houses like this are not considered very valuable and rarely subject to gift tax. However, this particular house, despite its remote location and somewhat dilapidated condition, is quite large. After all the calculations, a considerable amount of tax still needs to be paid, which inevitably caused Zhu Mingyao, a bit stingy, some financial pain.

After taking stock of Zhang Shouzhong's assets, the majority are in real estate, with a remaining savings of over 100,000 yuan.

The Federation, the Alliance centered on Lucia, and the Pan-Asian Cooperation Organization led by China have stood as a three-way balance of power for decades.

With rivals keeping it in check, the Federation, though still a superpower, dares not be as arrogant and domineering as the New Roman Empire of its past life. Therefore, it usually pays more attention to its conduct and is quite concerned about the reputation of its currency.

However, after the alliance collapsed and disintegrated seven or eight years ago, the upper echelons of the Federation gradually became complacent, and inevitably some problems arose in the finances, such as living beyond their means. But no matter what, they still dared not issue green paper indiscriminately like they did in the previous life.

Therefore, the purchasing power of the Federal Gold Dollar has remained relatively stable for a long time, at approximately 1:15 to the RMB. The money Zhu Mingyao has is equivalent to nearly two million, enough to cover his daily expenses for over ten years.

However, if the expenses for various materials needed for cultivation are added, the budget immediately becomes quite tight.

However, Zhu Mingyao believes this shouldn't be a problem.

The supernatural powers of this world have not ceased. There has always been a demand for people who can handle paranormal events, both officially and among the general public. This demand has been particularly strong in the last decade or so, due to the frequent occurrence of unusual events.

The Chinese Chamber of Commerce has a dedicated department that posts various commissions for people to accept.

Most of these are outsourced by the government, some are welfare services provided to Chinese immigrants who have joined local chambers of commerce, and the last are private bounties offered by people with connections.

If you want to earn money and grind monsters, you can try some commissions at Hualian. Most of the commissions below E-level are for things like warding off evil spirits, calming the soul, or improving feng shui. They don't pay much but are not dangerous. You can practice your skills and earn some extra money at the same time.

Zhu Mingyao accumulated all his karmic points in the past through this method. Otherwise, if he had just relied on doing good deeds all over the streets like Lei Feng, it would have taken him forever to accumulate enough points to upgrade his skills.

The tasks he originally accepted were all carefully selected by the old man, and the targets were at most earthbound spirits formed from a few wisps of remnant spirits. Although they were easy to complete, the reward points he could get were really not many.

Now that the elderly have returned to China to enjoy their retirement, and their own capabilities have improved, it's time for them to find more challenging and lucrative tasks.

It's important to know that Golden State is one of the most prosperous areas on the West Coast, and there are quite a few wealthy locals who can be very generous at times.

However, I'll enjoy this carefree time for a while. Ever since I transmigrated here, I've been either busy cultivating or trying to earn some rewards.

Two or three years have passed, and I haven't even explored all of Los Angeles. Now that I have the chance, I'll spend a few days there first!

Ah, this new book is ranked last in its category, but at least it got a recommendation, so I'm quite satisfied. Thank you all for reading and adding it to your favorites!

Chapter 35 Do you know me?

The room was quiet and dark, with no lights on. Only a figure could be vaguely seen sitting cross-legged on the floor.

Wisps of white vapor slowly emerged from the figure's mouth and nose, circled around its body, and were then inhaled into its abdomen, repeating this process over and over.

After an unknown amount of time, a breeze suddenly arose in the enclosed room. As the person on the ground exhaled and exhaled white breath faster and faster, the wind grew stronger and stronger, causing the calligraphy and paintings hanging on the wall to rustle. The sounds of tiger roars and sword cries could also be faintly heard in the air.

The white mist grew thicker and thicker in the air, continuously compressing and condensing until it finally collapsed inward, transforming into a thin, silvery-white wisp of light that twirled several times in the air before disappearing into the figure's mouth.

As the person sitting upright on the bed suddenly opened their eyes, a flash of light seemed to appear in the dimly lit room.

It’s finally done!

The boy let out a long breath.

During this period, he practiced diligently day and night, and finally mastered the Lung Spirit Bright Flower Chapter of the Shangqing Yellow Court Immortal Method. His Gengjin Sword Qi was several times more powerful than when he first started learning it.

He sighed inwardly, "The Shangqing Huangting Scripture truly lives up to its reputation as a superior immortal technique of the orthodox Xuanmen sect. It is indeed infinitely profound. Just this one chapter on the method of the Lung Palace alone can cultivate a sword qi that is no less than that of a sword cultivator who specializes in this technique!"

With a full burst of energy, I can pierce through metal and stone within ten meters. With this skill, I could easily go out and cosplay as a sword immortal.

The benefits of mastering the Lung Spirit Bright Flower Chapter don't stop there.

He silently circulated his internal energy and observed his lungs, which had become several times stronger, emitting a hazy, pure white spiritual light under his internal vision.

No wonder the scriptures say that mastering the Five Organs chapter of the Twenty-Four Gods can improve one's physical aptitude. If such an effect can be achieved after mastering just one chapter, it would be no exaggeration to say that if all five organs are mastered, it is like changing one's furnace and cauldron, or transforming one's tendons and marrow.

As he examined the results of his cultivation over the past period, the young man stood up with satisfaction, stretched, loosened his muscles, walked from the basement to the living room, drew back the curtains, and glanced at the sunlit street outside.

Since bidding farewell to the old man, Zhu Mingyao has been living a leisurely, single life like a college student on vacation at home for more than half a month.

Every morning, I would either get up and browse through flea markets trying to find a bargain.

Or go to the city library to search through some old archives, trying to find treasures that appeared in movies and TV shows in your past life, like the ghost coins in your hand.

Alternatively, you could go to the shooting club run by the Chinese Chamber of Commerce, show off the VIP card given to you by Bai Ziyuan, take the free bullets, and splurge at the shooting range, while also taking advantage of a free high-end buffet lunch.

After returning home in the afternoon, I went into the basement and focused on practicing the sword energy generated by [Lung Spirit Hao Hua], striving to master it as soon as possible so that I could use it in actual combat.

Hard work pays off. Today, things have finally come to fruition, and I finally have a way to make a decisive move in battle.

There are far fewer police officers on the streets during the day than in the past few days. After all, as an important metropolis in the Federation, Los Angeles cannot conduct endless city-wide searches.

However, the mysterious men in black who silently appeared in the streets and alleys at night indicated that the authorities had merely gone into hiding and had no intention of relaxing their investigation in the slightest.

According to a phone call from Bai Ziyuan, the government has been acting like a mad dog lately, turning the entire West Coast region upside down!

As Zhang Shouzhong analyzed and predicted, the official attitude was "better to kill the innocent than let the guilty go free," aiming to first arrest a few scapegoats.

Beneath the surface of the water in the Jinzhou region, all the superhuman organizations, large and small, were the first to be hit, and none of them escaped; they all suffered significant damage.

Large organizations that usually maintain good relations with the authorities can at least preserve some semblance of dignity during turmoil, only requiring them to cooperate with the investigation.

Smaller organizations and lone wolves, on the other hand, had no shame. Large numbers of people stormed their premises, surrounded them with guns and cannons, and handed over their member lists and information. Everyone was vetted and passed the test. If anyone dared to show their teeth, they were immediately taken away and put in a dark room for treatment.

Even the Chinese Chamber of Commerce has been repeatedly questioned, and it took a lot of effort to get through it. Recently, he and the other members of the Chamber of Commerce have been busy with this.

As for those underground sects and witchcraft societies that were not known for their shady dealings, they were almost completely wiped out. Those with criminal records were taken away directly, and many of the remaining people were taken into the government's fold.

From any perspective, the turmoil caused by this incident has only just begun.

So Bai Ziyuan called specifically to inform him that he should not open for business or accept any commissions for the time being, and should lay low for a while.

After tidying up at home, it was still before noon. Zhu Mingyao didn't go to the shooting club today, mainly because he was tired of the buffet there and wanted to go out for a change.

"Should we go eat donkey meat sandwiches or rice noodle rolls later?"

I heard that the newly opened Lao Guo Knife-Cut Noodles is pretty good too; they've even opened branches in France…

While pondering one of humanity's most important ultimate questions—what to eat for lunch—the boy changed his clothes.

Just as the boy put on his coat and before he could even move, a knocking sound came from the door, accompanied by a dry, harsh voice.

"Excuse me, is Mr. Zhang home?"

"Hmm?" Zhu Mingyao raised an eyebrow, pushed open the door, and walked out.

In front of the shop stood a man and a woman. The man had dark brown hair, a thin and long face, and was about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. He had a refined and scholarly appearance.

The woman was younger than her male companion, with long blonde hair tied in a ponytail. She had a full face and was considered pretty among Caucasians, but the undeniable weariness on her face detracted from her overall appearance.

The two men's eyes lit up when they saw someone push the door open and come out, but their eyes quickly dimmed when they saw the boy's appearance clearly.

"Hello, is this Zhang's Antique Shop? Uh, is Mr. Zhang home?"

The woman's voice was a little hoarse, and she asked with hope.

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang is my adoptive father. He has recently had some health problems and has returned to China for recuperation. May I ask what brings you two here?" Zhu Mingyao replied politely.

"When will he be back? Will he be back in the next few days?" The woman's lips trembled as she anxiously pressed for an answer.

Zhu Mingyao spread his hands and said, "I definitely won't be coming back anytime soon. You should know that the recuperation period is calculated in months, or even years..."

Before the boy could finish speaking, tears welled up in the woman's eyes. She hugged her male companion's arm, burying her face in his shoulder and sobbing.

"What do I do? This one isn't here either, none of them are here! No! Clay, I don't want to die!"

Seeing his female companion lose control of her emotions, the man panicked and quickly pulled her into his arms to comfort her gently.

“It’s okay, Christine, don’t be afraid, there’s always a way. If we can’t find her in Los Angeles, we’ll go to New York. I’ll book the tickets right now! I won’t let anything happen to you. You promised me we’d spend the rest of our lives together.”