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"Mr. Red Sun... also refused to help..." His throat bobbed as he mechanically swallowed. "He said he was hired by the federal government and it was inconvenient for him to interfere in the judicial process..."

The man gave a smile that looked more like a grimace.

"The reality is that when I arrived, the heads of various organizations, including the church, the witchers, and the sorceresses, were having a 'friendly' discussion with him."

"Impossible, impossible! Why would they dare refuse us? Order the entire Special Investigation Bureau to be mobilized! I will not allow anyone to arrest my son and subject him to this so-called trial!"

"It's just a few insignificant guys who died. If they dare to use force, I'll make sure the Nasdaq stock market crashes by half!"

"Don't they understand how much power we can wield? Call those congressmen and turn Capitol Hill into a boiling cauldron!"

A group of people started shouting and cursing in a chaotic manner.

"Idiots, shut up! Cough cough...!"

An astonishing power emanated from the old man's frail body, and his deafening roar suppressed the disturbance.

He coughed violently from the exertion, and it took him a while to calm down. He then shakily opened the medicine box.

We were wrong!

The expressions of the people who were making a fool of themselves froze, and the air suddenly fell silent.

The bitter pills were being chewed between his teeth. The old man's expression was sinister yet calm, as if the panic he had experienced a few minutes earlier was just an illusion.

"That was a resounding slap in the face, a complete wake-up call for us from our slumber," he said slowly and in a deep voice.

"The elemental tides that have been dormant for hundreds of years, and the rapid advancement of modern technology and military power, have made us intoxicated with the dream of controlling everything. But now, things have changed."

His sigh, which seemed to dissipate, transformed into a heavy pressure that filled the surroundings. The bitterness of the pills seemed to spread to everyone's hearts, making them feel depressed and speechless.

The behind-the-scenes controllers of human society did not actually feel too much trouble from the beginning regarding the gradual resurgence of supernatural powers.

After all, they are all seasoned veterans, and the top elites have a wealth of experience in dealing with various challenges.

It's nothing more than using benefits to lure them in, divide and weaken them, pull one faction in, attack the other, and share some of the profits so that most of the shallow-minded people will submit to your command.

If there is a truly formidable opponent, generously sharing privileges with them and opening your arms to try and bring them into your camp should basically solve the problem.

But this tried-and-true tactic, which has worked time and time again, suddenly failed today, finally waking them up from their dream.

Obedience from others is merely a temporary illusion created by the balance of power. When the true balance of power begins to tilt, no longer relying on the accumulation of interests and the weaving of schemes, the carefully constructed pyramid of power will collapse.

"Bribery alone cannot maintain a crumbling throne." The eyes of the crowd were filled with deep regret.

"We must take control of the power ourselves, and we must cultivate truly reliable people among our own!"

The old man looked around with a complicated expression, his teeth clenched tightly, as if he had made a decision:

"Bring Alex here. I propose that we accept his Embrace and become vampires!"

"I second that..."

"agree."

“I agree in principle, but we need to reinforce the oath with the Ark of the Covenant, and we must not give him any possibility of controlling us.”

Forced by an imminent sense of crisis, and after some internal struggle, everyone finally expressed their resolute agreement.

……

……

"We will handle the aftermath of this matter; you don't need to show up."

The aroma of tea wafts through a quiet little room in San Francisco.

In stark contrast to the gloomy atmosphere there, the atmosphere here was relaxed and cheerful.

Lai Hengli held up the shimmering materials of the magical artifacts to his eyes, carefully evaluating and distinguishing them.

“Although we’ve covered up the mess, with a little effort, we can still trace it back to you. Everyone is basically aware of this.” He smiled slightly at Zhu Mingyao at the table.

"To avoid trouble, it's best to keep a low profile for a while."

"It seems that all parties have reached an agreement and are preparing to change the situation?" Zhu Mingyao said, stroking his chin, sensing the unspoken meaning in the words.

Henry Lai's mustache twitched slightly as he turned on the remote control. The huge TV screen switched channels one after another, but no matter which channel it was, the images were all strikingly similar.

Angry crowds thronged the square and streets, holding up signs covered in slogans, like a tidal wave. Reporters from numerous news media outlets, fully armed with vests and helmets, scurried through the crowd, shouting and yelling, while government officials, who were pressing for answers, fled in disarray.

Scenes that were once only seen in third-world countries have come to the Federation, truly a beautiful sight.

"...Due to this shocking scandal, nationwide protests have paralyzed many state governments, prompting inquiries from governments and international organizations expressing their shock. The President is convening an emergency consultation with all cabinet members and the Supreme Court..."

Looking at the protest map pulled up by the TV host, where the color blocks representing the 50 states of the Union were quickly filled in, if Zhu Mingyao were still the naive college student he was in his previous life, such a classic and enjoyable plot would definitely have made him cheer with delight.

However, considering the differences in circumstances in this life, the development of events seems somewhat bizarre.

—It's just a protest. Without external interference, a few highly skilled mental beings could easily dissipate it without any intervention. Why would it need to be coordinated across the country and create such a huge uproar?

"There has never been a shortage of shrewd people within the government. They have long been disgusted by those rotten maggots, but they are so deeply entrenched that it is difficult to take action against them."

"Are they really that great and righteous?" Zhu Mingyao chuckled. "I'm afraid it's just an emerging group of professional bureaucrats trying to take advantage of the situation, get rid of the old blue-blooded elites, and seize power."

"That's none of our business. Anyway, we all have the same goal for now," Lai Hengli said, pursing his lips.

"They made a lot of promises, and we were happy to go along with it."

He pulled out a smooth, golden tubular object.

"What do you think this is?"

Chapter 466

The morning light shines through the thin mist onto the grapevines, making the plump, purplish-red grapes covered in powder look like agate beads wrapped in silver frost.

Well-maintained pruning shears move swiftly up and down, a white line flashing on the crescent-shaped blade.

Although his rough, large hands showed signs of age, his movements were still steady. With just a gentle hook, a bunch of plump fruits, still covered with glistening dewdrops, fell into the basket.

Clear plant sap slowly seeped from the broken surface, mingling with a sweet fruity aroma, instantly filling the air with a fresh, natural scent.

After massaging his slightly sore arms, the old mayor of Jonah straightened up to rest for a while.

He's been in an unusually good mood lately, as if his bones feel lighter and he's working with extra energy.

Since the Corinne family line died out and rumors of the manor being haunted surfaced, it became a money-losing burden for the local government, causing several mayors to scratch their heads in frustration.

However, recently, a sucker from Los Angeles actually stepped forward to take over the deal... well, a wealthy young VIP, how could he not be moved to tears?

The rich man's taste is truly unpredictable; he lived alone for two or three months straight... He plucked a grape, popped it into his mouth, and savored its sweet and sour taste, thinking with lingering enjoyment.

It would be even better if we could hire more people to help solve the employment problem in the neighborhood.

With such expectations in mind, the old mayor squinted and looked at the manor at the foot of the distant mountain, shrouded in the bright morning glow.

……

……

Unlike the secluded and quiet lifestyle of their ancient predecessors, modern superhumans have always kept up with the times in their lives and do not reject the enjoyment of delicacies from the capital. Zhu Mingyao paid for this place and started his solitary reclusive lifestyle, which of course has its own reasons.

In August, the flowers and plants in the courtyard are lush and verdant. However, if someone with excellent eyesight observes carefully, they will find that the lush green grass sometimes shows a hint of yellow and sometimes returns to its verdant state, as if it is constantly changing between the height of summer and the depths of winter, with a subtle energy lingering between life and death.

The energy swirled and wandered for a while, slowly penetrating the thick soil two or three hundred meters deep, before retreating back into the depths of the earth.

Within a newly opened space, endless wisps of pure white mist drifted by, drawn from the surrounding earth's strata, condensing into viscous droplets that resembled solid water, forming a long, illusory river.

Zhu Mingyao sat upright in mid-air, staring intently at the tall figure before him. Golden-red capsules rained down from his hand, transforming into dazzling, sacred sparks that hurtled towards the figure.

The environment here must have been special to have been able to nurture a malevolent spirit like Hugh Corrian. Although it doesn't qualify as a sacred place, it is a valley nestled against the coastal mountains, where the yin energy accumulated over thousands of years is abundant, providing a suitable testing ground for him.

The golden palaces and jade halls stand majestically, their radiant light illuminating all directions. The green tiles and vermilion eaves gleam brilliantly, auspicious energy swirls and permeates all around, and mysterious sounds resonate and echo, displaying solemn splendor.

Chains of light bound his figure, and the immense pressure, like an impenetrable wall, forcibly absorbed and compressed the earth's yin energy droplets and divine sparks, squeezing them into the Yaksha Ghost General's body.

The two energies, with vastly different properties, collided violently, causing serpentine bulges to writhe beneath the skin. The tough flesh, capable of easily withstanding artillery bombardment, tore open and cracked, leaving deep, crisscrossing wounds. Amidst the mournful clang of the dark golden bones, thick, reddish-yellow corpse energy seeped out like flowing water.

If it weren't for the fact that the Yaksha Demon General's body had already reached its limit through repeated strengthening and refinement, it would have been destroyed by the brutal gameplay long ago.

As time passed, a layer of multicolored chaotic light settled into the flesh and bones, while at the same time, specks of pure aura carrying a faint golden glow seemed to tire of the struggle and actively separated from the divine light sparks, rising slowly like dandelions.

That subtle breath, like a clear stream in a distant mountain valley, faintly and indistinctly echoes in the heart, or like a gentle breeze in spring that caresses tender leaves, carrying a hint of life and warmth that is not easily noticed.

As Zhu Mingyao's thoughts raced, the Three Yuan Palace behind him materialized, allowing his aura to gradually seep in.

That pure aura seemed to possess its own spirit, gracefully weaving through the Three Elements, Eight Scenes, and Twenty-Four Palaces, leaving behind a faint golden glow wherever it passed.

The true forms of the various deities stationed here suddenly trembled, and their ethereal and illusory spiritual forms suddenly became lively. Some stroked their ornaments, while others flicked their robes and sleeves, as if the statues in the temple had stepped down from their thrones and become real living beings.

On the central three-tiered jade altar, the original deity, which had been dozing with its eyes closed, slowly opened its eyes, which seemed to contain the myriad phenomena of heaven and earth, and the cosmos.

"This idea was indeed correct, although I spent several months studying it."

Feeling the slow but steady growth of the Yin spirit's embryonic form, Zhu Mingyao was secretly delighted.

By any standard, the large quantity of [Superpower Potions] he obtained from the island after wiping out those bastards is of astonishing value.

The potion made from the flesh and blood of a deity is an extremely precious superior elixir within the Xuanmen system, enough to raise his cultivation level to a higher level in a short period of time.

There are only two problems standing in his way, preventing him from transforming into a drug-addicted, blond-haired man.

The first question is, although we don't know what methods the federal secret service used to produce the finished product, to be honest, their methods...

...It was absolutely terrible!

The inexplicable power of faith and divine essence, combined with the vast and chaotic life energy, formed a crystal that might be a supreme treasure for enhancing power in the eyes of ordinary extraordinary individuals, but for Zhu Mingyao, it was simply chocolate mixed with excrement.

He was unwilling to risk contaminating his Dao foundation by casually consuming it. The best course of action now was to have a skilled alchemist in the country extract the essence, remove impurities, and then consume it.

But this leads to the second question:

...He couldn't find such a helper.

After all, true gods have been extinct for nearly a thousand years. Even a skilled cook can't cook without rice. The technique of refining divine pills with seven cycles and nine turns has long been relegated to the shelf as a dragon-slaying skill. Who would be so bored as to study such things?

So after seeking advice from his seniors and considering all opinions, he came up with a crooked and unorthodox method.

Since the power source of the [Super Power Potion] comes from divinity, let's find a deity to absorb it first, filter out all the messy impurities, leaving only the purest essence, and then carefully refine it.

What? You're saying there's no god to cooperate with in this era?

Isn't there a ready-made Yaksha demon general here?

Although its original form is somewhat lowly and its status somewhat humble, at least to a certain extent, it has already escaped the category of zombies and ghosts and entered the category of spirits and deities.