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“You are the fools.” Zhu Mingyao’s eyes were filled with pity, but his tone was devoid of any warmth.

"Those in high positions always think they are indispensable; this has been the case throughout history."

Short, rod-like objects of varying materials and sizes emerged from the darkness, adding a touch of comical amusement to the serious scene. He chuckled mischievously.

"Let's talk about something cheerful. You've really prepared a lot of tools. As for end-of-life care, you can now choose one for yourselves... Hmm, a whole batch!"

The white-haired old man trembled violently, making a final, desperate struggle. "Young man, don't be foolish. No matter how strong you are personally, you can't withstand the Federation's overwhelming wrath... Waaah!"

A black, hard, threaded object pierced his throat precisely, causing him to choke and roll his eyes back.

"You're wrong again." Zhu Mingyao shook his head disdainfully, then gestured behind him. The dark gold figure of the Yaksha Ghost General appeared, carrying a pile of hard drives and discs.

"It's time to show you what the vast ocean of the people in the internet age truly is!"

Chapter 462 Strategies for the Internet Age

It was around eight or nine o'clock when the livestock were peacefully returning to their pens on a rural farm in Georgia.

Decades ago, residents far from towns and lacking entertainment could only find solace in playing bridge and chatting on the radio before quickly rolling into bed to count sheep.

In this day and age, the main source of entertainment for them has long since shifted to a wide variety of television programs. Compared to their parents and grandparents, young people have more trendy and fashionable choices.

The bright lights in a bedroom on the second floor complemented the dazzling starry sky outside the window.

The computer case fan hummed, interspersed with the clattering of typing, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night.

Fluorescent green characters bounced across the screen, forming lines of beautiful, concise sentences filled with intense emotion, warmly greeting netizens on the other side of the world.

"Ah."

After downing half a can of ice-cold cola, the early summer heat dissipated instantly, and the bespectacled young man let out a contented burp.

"Are you done talking nonsense, my dear brother?" A chubby young man with a similar face tugged at his shoulder and muttered hurriedly.

"Hurry up and finish this. Bring out the newly added movies. I used my allowance to buy a membership to 'Make-Out Paradise,' not for you to use for verbal battles!"

"Right away! Let me beat this idiot to a pulp first."

After a short break, just as the boy picked up his keyboard, ready to engage in another 300-round battle with those brainless rivals on the forum, a new post suddenly popped up.

"Shocking! The sexual fetishes of the upper class are shocking! Pictures, videos, and proof!"

The bizarre grammar he had never seen before formed a unique and chilling title that immediately caught his eye.

Was this another tabloid paparazzi reporter who got these private photos? I hope the key parts are clearer.

With such expectations in mind, the two exchanged a glance, a knowing smile that only men understand, and happily clicked on the link...

Then, an information storm, encompassing all the knowledge an ordinary person has ever had in a lifetime, was forcefully poured in!

A moment later, their worldviews shattered, they numbly shifted their gaze to the end of the post.

Following the detailed photos, videos, and text, a row of bright red text shines brilliantly.

—What are you waiting for? Do you want to be a coward for the rest of your life? Or do you want to be a hero? Even if it's just for a few minutes!

Quickly save, download, and forward this information. Then, wake up your parents and friends, grab this evidence, and head to the nearest media outlet!

Under God's watchful eye, cleanse those greedy and insatiable demons and make the Union great again!

"Gudong."

Swallowing hard, as if burned by a red-hot iron, the boy jumped up in fear and reached out a trembling hand to close the website.

"Quick, delete the browsing history! This will cause big trouble!"

During his high school years, when he was at the peak of his knowledge, even though the public education in his small town was really lacking, he could still distinguish the big shots who frequently appeared in the White House or on Capitol Hill from a bunch of ugly, lecherous worms.

Even a fool could guess what terrifying storm was brewing behind it all.

"NO!" The fat young man was as agile as a monkey, snatching the mouse away before he could, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying green light.

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and get a blank disc. This is such a rare treasure, let's make a copy first!"

At the same time, messages with the same content and similar names appeared in the online world in an overwhelming manner. People today have never seen such novel UC sensationalism before, and they couldn't help but fall for it.

Strangely, their initial target was chat rooms on websites where young people were accustomed to sharing "study materials".

……

……

With a shout of "Keyboard, come!", Zhu Mingyao relived his days as a dominant force on Tieba. Looking at the download numbers, which resembled the soaring housing prices in China back in the day, he stretched contentedly.

He used his knowledge, which was two or three decades ahead of his time, to orchestrate a propaganda war. From the very beginning, he rendered the complete information blockade utterly ineffective.

People's cognition often lags behind the changes of the times. Even if relevant forces have people controlling the spread of information at all times, they are mostly limited by the inertia of thinking in this era and only focus on formal channels.

The ironic thing is that while traditional media might have some reservations about such sensitive information, seasoned perverts, upon obtaining such rare and exotic spellcasting materials, would absolutely not consider any dangerous consequences. Instead, they would immediately ignore the risks and continue browsing, then make ten or eight copies, hiding them so well that even the FBI couldn't find them.

After all, these guys always demonstrate unparalleled action when it comes to both political commentary and color politics, not to mention this time they've combined the two.

By the time the other party realizes what's happening, the item has already spread all over the world through private exchanges among enthusiasts. It might even become a classic that will be passed down through generations, brought out for everyone to comment on and critique during holidays. No matter how powerful you are, you will find it difficult to stop.

As for why Zhu Mingyao was so certain? Well, that's not something to be discussed with outsiders, not something to be discussed with outsiders...

The thick, cold smoke and dark clouds overhead thinned and dissipated, revealing a long-awaited sliver of sunlight.

Under the light of a crescent moon, illusory and elusive soldiers, generals, and legal officials rose up, wandering and disappearing like ghosts, burrowing into various ruins on the island.

A dozen minutes later, a silvery wormhole opened in the void, and young men and women of various shapes and sizes floated out.

Zhu Mingyao glanced at the disheveled, unconscious poor people and let out a soft breath.

"The Dao Qi descends, becoming golden liquid and cinnabar. It coils around the body and bones, encircling the entire body. It flows through all the meridians, permeating heaven and earth. It enters the dantian and ascends to the Great Void..."

He silently chanted the incantation, and with a light flick of his fingertips, a ray of warm and auspicious light overflowed from his palm. Drops of golden rain, the size of mung beans, fell from nowhere, like tears from the heavens, gently sprinkling over each unconscious person.

Its sweet and fragrant aroma washes away the fishy smell and cleanses away the filth and blood.

Piercing, cutting, biting... the hideous marks left by all sorts of evil desires gradually filled with strands of viscous, jade-like gel. Then the deathly gray faded, tender red flesh regenerated and healed, and even the broken bones repaired and rejoined themselves.

The numerous wounds healed in an instant, the victims' breathing quickly stabilized, and the pain on their faces disappeared, replaced by a faint sense of peace and relief.

A whole bunch of clothes flew in from the air, gently covering each of the battered bodies, carefully providing them with warmth and shelter.

Having done all this, Zhu Mingyao closed his eyes slightly, his index and middle fingers holding a slippery, grayish-green talisman. In the dim, mysterious light, an old face was struggling in pain, and the appearance was none other than the mage steward who actually controlled the arrangements on the island.

Silently recalling the information he had just extracted from the interrogation, he subtly moved his mind, causing the white frost on the ground to tremble slightly, and a series of muffled thunderous explosions came from the depths of the ground.

One after another, mangled, skeletal arms pierced through the soil, mechanically moving aside the collapsed bricks and stones.

The former henchmen and lackeys, who had once aided and abetted evil, now had azure soul flames in their eyes. They staggered and walked with stiff steps, piling bags of gold, silver, jewels, and extraordinary items into a small hill.

Unblinded by the immense wealth, Zhu Mingyao focused intently on a certain fluctuation, his palms forming hand seals as he channeled his magical power, as vast as the Yangtze River, over a distant point.

With a rumble, the earth seemed to rise and turn over like a giant python. The Yaksha demon general shook off the icy dirt covering his body and dragged out a metal safe the size of a truck.

Chapter 463

The smooth metal surface reflects a dark blue, cold light, giving it a sense of weight and solidity.

Indeed, this lump of iron was cast entirely from a single piece of alchemical metal, with incredibly solid materials. Even after repeated scratching, Ghost General Jiesen managed to tear off only a small portion of it.

Impatient with the wait, Zhu Mingyao unleashed a palm strike. His true qi, as supple as cotton and as tough as steel, poured out like mercury, seeping into the barely perceptible cracks.

Under his masterful control, the powerful protective spells and intricate internal components crumbled one by one, and the nearly half-meter-thick mechanical door creaked open.

Despite its enormous size, the safe contained an unusually small number of items: apart from two rows of temperature-controlled alloy boxes fixed to a long table, there were only a dozen or so boxes of various sizes.

The futuristic silver-white combination lock case lid flips open, and amidst the drifting, low-temperature sublimated white mist, rows of scarlet syringes lie quietly, emitting a faint and unstable glow.

Smelling the blood and wails of souls hidden beneath that boundless vitality, Zhu Mingyao pointed a finger in disgust, and golden flames of pure energy rose up for no reason, turning these medicines, refined from the blood and souls of innocent people, into a wisp of green smoke.

Compared to those dirty things, there were other things that could attract his attention more.

The flat, round crystal box swayed gently, and the round, golden-orange capsules rolled slowly, radiating a sacred and soft glow, like tiny, warm suns, in stark contrast to the cold, malevolent aura of the injection just now.

“【Superpower Potion】…” A complex emotion flashed across Zhu Mingyao’s eyes as he softly uttered the name.

This stuff is an old acquaintance; he once obtained a small portion of it at the Temple Bar in Mexico when he was exterminating the vampires of the Nosferatu clan.

It is said to be the result of research by a federal secret department. It can not only replenish psionic energy with almost no side effects, but also enhance supernatural power to a certain extent by ignoring the huge differences between systems. It is highly adaptable and can be called a rare panacea.

Although he was cautious and did not consume it himself, he used it as material to upgrade all his summoned creatures. The rapid increase in strength of Ghost General Jesen is largely due to this.

Zhu Mingyao privately took the opportunity to consult with several leading directors, and Lü Hetong, who was skilled in exorcising ghosts and spirits, quickly analyzed its true nature:

—【Divine Elixir】!

Regardless of past or present lives, the reputation of Xuanmen's external alchemy has always been resounding. Its miraculous uses of reviving the dead and restoring flesh to bones have been endless and have been talked about for thousands of years.

But regardless of whether it is made from five metals and eight minerals, or rare flowers and herbs, or by combining the essence of heaven and earth in one furnace, the finished product is, in essence, a type of elixir of immortality.

Compared to the complicated preparation of competing elixirs, the raw materials for the divine elixir are ridiculously simple.

Divine power! As long as there is fresh divine power and immortal flesh from a high-level being, along with some special rituals, it is possible to concoct potions with amazing effects.

Therefore, whenever the Xuanmen sect came to a place, destroyed mountains and temples, and swept away evil gods, new masters would emerge like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and the reason is not hard to understand.

The value and allure of this item are beyond question. According to the information Zhu Mingyao gleaned from the remnant soul's memories, the reason why the scum on the island, despite their heinous crimes, were able to recruit a large number of skilled accomplices was primarily due to the timely supply of [Superpower Potions], in addition to the allure of power and wealth and the constraints of various magical oaths.

With the end of the mythological era, divine pills gradually became a thing of the past. The sheer quantity currently available is so vast that even a thorough search of the coffers of all the major organizations might not yield enough, and he was well aware of the implications behind this.

However, those things are still too far off. With the resources at hand, he can start to test some of his ideas.

While pondering, Zhu Mingyao continued his actions, opening the remaining spoils one by one, and various kinds of intense spiritual light immediately filled the small space.

"Yes, the quantity is less, but the quality is quite good."

His gaze swept over each piece of equipment and material, and he nodded in satisfaction.

The general doesn't let his soldiers go hungry. What's placed in the safe are the rewards he usually gives to the security personnel. They are all of above-average quality and amount to a considerable sum of money.

The harvest was packed and packaged, and at the same time, the work of the ghost soldiers and demons moving things back and forth finally came to an end.

A giant stone egg, as tall as a person, was placed steadily on the ground. The dark red obsidian shell was filled with heat, turning the patches of white frost into crystal water droplets.

Sensing that the girl's vital signs were still relatively normal, Zhu Mingyao felt a sense of emotion.

What was supposed to be just investigating the kidnapped person's actions has turned into a whole host of follow-ups, squeezing the original objective into a trivial side story. It's a plot twist comparable to the unexpected developments in some mobile games.

Judging by the time, the truth here should be coming out soon. The remaining members of the behind-the-scenes forces will definitely use all their connections to rush here. Perhaps at any moment, a submarine or warship will appear on the sea.