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The next second, the giant worm's body, as thick as a tree, exploded open, and a golden figure leaped out from the flying blood and flesh!

"Holy crap, this is what the sect leader predicted as a close call? It really was safe... but it was a bit too close!"

He was actually swallowed by a monster and impersonated Sun Wukong for a while...

The Great Sage can only burrow into charming, mature women, but I'm stuck with disgusting ones...

It stinks horribly…

As if to vent all the frustration he had accumulated in the dark underground for the past few days, Zhu Mingyao ranted on and on for a long time before turning his gaze to the group of people standing on the giant rock, who were already stunned.

He tried his best to squeeze out a little moisture from the dry air around him, and barely managed to wash off the stench of blood and filth from his body while pinching his nose, all the while forcing out what he thought was the most benevolent smile.

"Excuse me, where is this place? Uh... or what time is it now?"

And most importantly, could you lend me the restroom if I need it?

Zhu Mingyao glanced at everyone's outdated clothes, which were at least ten years old, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Could I have time-traveled again?"

……

……

From everyone's chatter, Zhu Mingyao learned the cause and effect of the monster attack. He realized that he had misunderstood. The people were dressed in rags because they were just a group of working-class people living in the wilderness, and they really didn't have much money.

I borrowed a bathroom and thoroughly washed away the grime that had accumulated over the past few days.

Seeing that everyone looked like they were struggling to make ends meet, Zhu Mingyao felt embarrassed to accept any payment. He simply picked out a set of old clothes that were still presentable and changed into them.

After searching the surrounding area and confirming that there was no other danger, amidst everyone's profuse thanks, he hitched a ride with Mickey and the others to the nearest town to report the incident to the police.

After chatting for a while on the way, Zhu Mingyao was surprised to find that even after being attacked by monsters, most of the residents of the settlement still did not intend to leave the wasteland. After learning the inside story, he could only sigh that the Federal Tax Bureau was more ferocious than the monsters.

After making several phone calls, first to let Zhang Shouzhong and the Hualian Chamber of Commerce know he was safe, and then to the Special Investigation Bureau to inform them of the situation and ask them to send someone to handle it, Zhu Mingyao finally relaxed. He walked out of the police station and saw Mickey chatting animatedly with several neighbors who had come with him.

“Rebecca and I have a plan. We’ll go to the state capital together. I’ll find a job there to help her pay off her student loans. After she graduates with her master’s degree in two years, we’ll get married…”

Brother, you can't say that!

Hearing this highly relatable description and seeing the other person's longing expression, Zhu Mingyao's lips twitched, as if he could see the young man's back covered with flags, like an old general on a stage.

After waving goodbye to Mickey and the others, Zhu Mingyao silently offered his blessings to the newlyweds, who had a vastly different educational background and were so deeply in love.

Hopefully, this silly guy won't suffer the tragedy of killing his sweetheart with his first act after getting ashore.

……

Having just experienced an underground adventure, the young man was physically able to hold on, but mentally exhausted. After getting into the official car, he asked the driver for a cushion, lay down in the spacious back seat of the SUV, and began to rest.

Perhaps out of fear of disturbing his esteemed superhuman advisor, the driver drove very smoothly and slowly, arriving back in Los Angeles close to nine o'clock at night.

Zhu Mingyao rubbed his eyes before opening the car door, and a dark figure pounced on him with a soft moan. He tensed up at first, but when he smelled the familiar, faint fragrance, he relaxed and opened his arms to embrace the soft, fragrant woman.

Feeling Michelle's two soft yet substantial breasts rubbing against his chest without any attempt to hide them, and listening to her tearful account of her worries over the past few days, Zhu Mingyao felt as if he were drinking fine wine.

In an instant, his blood surged, and he swept the girl in his arms in a perfect princess carry. Amidst the girl's soft gasp, he lifted his foot to head upstairs!

"Cough cough!" Several harsh coughs rang out!

If only no one else were here...

He regretfully turned his eyes to look at Bai Ziyuan, who had a mocking expression, and Ms. Lisa, who had an as usual calm demeanor, under the streetlight.

Sigh... There's always tomorrow.

There's still a long way to go.

Chapter 134 Sword Pill

"Okay, okay, I miss you too... Last night, ah, every night, what night? The night I miss you..."

Zhu Mingyao sprawled on the soft sofa in the living room in the classic Ge You slouch, holding his phone with his legs crossed, listening to the sweet and mushy love words on the screen. His face showed both sweetness and helplessness.

Aside from the pitiful singletons with absolutely no dating experience, everyone knows that even in the throes of a passionate relationship, not every man can tolerate spending two or three hours a day on the phone.

This has nothing to do with whether he is a "big pig's trotter" or not; it's purely a difference in the thinking logic between men and women.

Why don't I use that time to play two qualifying matches/play a game of ball/go out for barbecue with the brothers?

"Ring ring ring!" The landline on the table next to him rang with a crisp ring, which gave him a convenient excuse to escape from the gentle trap.

“I understand, I understand. Didn’t we already agree? I will cancel everything in July and go with you to that lakeside music festival.”

Don't worry, even if there's an emergency, I won't go. For the entire month, the 'superhero' role belongs to you alone..."

Although he initially found it somewhat disgusting, Zhu Mingyao, who is now immune to such nauseating words, uttered the above remarks without batting an eye.

One can only say that life truly tests people.

My innocent heart, which is gone forever...

...And then there's that innocent body, which, too, may one day be gone forever...

Zhu Mingyao chuckled self-deprecatingly, then put down his phone and picked up the microphone after comforting his girlfriend.

"Your phone's been busy for so long again," Bai Ziyuan complained from the other end of the line. "It's always busy. I feel like I'm calling the White House office."

"It's a special time, please be understanding!" Knowing he was in the wrong, Zhu Mingyao chuckled awkwardly and changed the subject, "Is there a result regarding what happened last time?"

"Hmm, more or less." Bai Ziyuan's tone became somewhat excited.

"The Chamber of Commerce has already sent people to investigate the place you mentioned. It's even better than you originally expected. It contains at least 200 kilograms of gold. More importantly, it's all concentrated in that one stone wall, making it easy to mine. Please have the two elders take some treasures like Sumeru Mustard Seeds and go there."

After deducting smelting costs and other expenses, according to the agreed-upon profit sharing, you'll get one-third, which is over 100 million Federal Gold Dollars. You're rich, young man!

"It's just a small amount of money," Zhu Mingyao replied casually. This wasn't feigned arrogance, but rather his true thought.

As his strength increased, the batch of gold ore he found in the cave monster's lair was no longer of much concern to the young man. With his current abilities, whether he sold himself to the government or became a special advisor to a long-established wealthy family, he could accumulate enough wealth over a few years of hard work.

More than these material things, he was more concerned about what Bai Ziyuan would say next.

"Elder Lai accepted the Gengjin Essence Sand on behalf of the Chamber of Commerce. In exchange, he picked out a sword pill for you from his private collection. I'll bring it to you another day."

After hanging up the phone, Zhu Mingyao was in a great mood. He had only asked if he could exchange a bottle of gold essence he had obtained from the previous mission for a magic weapon of the offensive type, even if he had to add some extras. He didn't expect the other party to be so generous, probably because of the batch of gold he had offered.

He had been planning to find a flying sword or a sword pellet for a long time.

While the *Shangqing Huangting Neijing Jing* is undoubtedly a supreme and orthodox method of immortality, with strict rules and a focus on both internal and external cultivation, and numerous supernatural powers derived from it, and countless advantages, it also suffers from a common flaw found in all ancient immortal methods:

—His methods of killing are somewhat lacking, at least when he is at a lower level.

This is easy to understand. For the ancient cultivators, nothing was more important than rapidly improving their cultivation level and becoming immortals.

The so-called cultivation is the foundation; all kinds of supernatural powers are merely byproducts of cultivation. Even those integrated into the methods are mostly just for hiding and sinking into obscurity, clever changes, and techniques for protecting one's life and self. As for killing methods, they are sufficient as long as they are enough.

Blindly pursuing bravery and violence would be considered a low-level approach, and the famous Sword Immortal Path of later generations was not the mainstream at that time.

Zhu Mingyao had long been aware of his weakness in attack power after several battles. Although he had a wide variety of spells and could always find suitable ways to deal with enemies, he was easily caught in a dilemma when encountering tough opponents who were good at defense or had thick skin.

While the Alchemy Revolver is powerful, it lacks agility, making it difficult to find time to reload during intense combat.

While the Lung Gold Sword Qi is indeed fierce, it is ultimately limited by its cultivation level. It has not yet reached the point of transforming the illusory into the real. Within a hundred steps, it is fine, but beyond that distance, its power dissipates and weakens significantly.

Now that the sword pellet is physically attached, the effective attack range can be increased by at least one or two times.

I wouldn't say I could emulate the ancient sword immortals, killing people from afar while confined to a small room. But with a single spurt of white light, it could easily turn and swirl, taking a person's head from a hundred feet away.

……

With the peak tourist season approaching, the streets of Los Angeles were exceptionally congested on Sunday morning. In the early summer heat, the police officers at the intersections were practically blowing their whistles until they were smoking, as if they wanted to pull out their service pistols and empty their magazines at the reckless drivers.

Amidst the traffic, a streak of golden light darted past, showcasing the driver's seasoned skill.

A translucent silver sphere, the size of a longan, lay quietly in a dark jade box, its sharp aura concealed yet revealed, exuding a harmonious and auspicious energy, just like a golden elixir.

"How about it? The Hidden Immortal Sect of Wudang Mountain uses the orthodox Xuanmen sword-making method, following the Qi of the four seasons and eight solar terms of heaven and earth, and combines the soft steel of a hundred turns with the essence of cold iron, and forges it in the furnace several times. It can cut through real gold and wrought iron, and can slay ghosts and spirits."

Bai Ziyuan lightly turned the steering wheel, overtook the cars in front, and exclaimed in a salesman-like manner.

"The way of the sword immortal is difficult to learn and master. It requires high aptitude and sufficient internal cultivation skills as a foundation. Therefore, there are not many fellow practitioners who understand the authentic sword-making method nowadays, and the number of such swords circulating in the market has also decreased. The one I got for you is already considered a top-quality product."

He patted the brand-new gold-green car beneath him and said with a hint of envy.

"Don't be fooled by the fact that the estimated price is only three or four times higher than this Bugatti. Without connections, you can forget about getting it!"

"Mmm." Zhu Mingyao sat in the back of the sports car, casually filtering out the second half of the nonsense, while holding the jade box and becoming happier the more he looked at it.

Bai Ziyuan's words are correct. The craftsmanship and quality of this sword pellet are both excellent. After being infused and nurtured with sword energy, it should be able to be stored in the Lung Palace, unlike those low-grade swords that can only be placed in a sword pouch. It can be considered a minor top-grade among similar magical artifacts.

He carefully closed the lid and put it away with great care.

"By the way, why did you change your car again? What about the Porsche you just bought?" Zhu Mingyao casually followed the other person's lead.

As a family of cultivators, the Bai family still has rules for its younger generation. Even though Bai Ziyuan usually acts a bit dissolute, he is not a truly extravagant playboy. Logically speaking, he shouldn't be so wasteful.

"Sigh, don't even mention it." The young man's handsome face darkened. "I got hit by a bitch...!"

You'll find out what's going on in a bit!

"Smashed?" A big question mark appeared above Zhu Mingyao's head.

"By the way, what did you say you were going to take me to do today?"

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Chapter 135 The Witches' Sisterhood

"Let's go to a hotel for a social event!"

Bai Ziyuan glared at him fiercely in the rearview mirror.

"So you haven't been listening at all since just now, have you?"

Seeing that the boy, who had been studying the sword since getting on the bus, had an indifferent expression, Shirako had no choice but to recount today's social plans again.

"During Christmas, various organizations came at the invitation, resulting in heavy losses and the compensation issue remaining unresolved. Now, the leaders of several organizations have come to Los Angeles to reach a final agreement with the authorities..."

"Seeing that those organizations also brought their rising stars from recent years with them, Elder Lai made a suggestion: during the two days they went to the Special Investigation Bureau to discuss things, the Chamber of Commerce should organize a social gathering so that their younger disciples could meet and get to know each other."

We're all ultimately trying to make a living in this new continent, so we'll inevitably run into each other again. Building relationships now will make future cooperation easier.