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The Bai family was wiped out.

Before the convoy had even left Beijing, the communicator rang three times.

The first round was initiated by major families gathering information, the second round by the military's various theater commands seeking confirmation, and the third round by the National Defense Commission's central command.

Duan Hongyuan did not participate in the first two rounds.

He picked up the third one in the car.

The voice on the other end of the communicator was heavy, carrying obvious suppression and dissatisfaction.

"Duan Hongyuan, without the approval of the central government, you arbitrarily mobilized troops to the capital and wiped out the entire Bai family. Do you know what you're doing?"

Duan Hongyuan leaned back in his seat, his voice still hoarse.

"Bai Yong colluded with the East Sea Military Region to deliberately damage the seal of Zhenlongtai, attempting to trigger a dragon vein uprising. The evidence is conclusive, with both witnesses and physical evidence. I executed him on the spot in accordance with Article 97 of the military regulations; the procedure was flawless."

"Program?" The voice on the other end rose. "The Bai family has been operating in the capital for a century. Don't you know the intricate network of relationships they're involved in? You wiped out their entire family and confiscated their ancestral home in a single day, without even consulting the central authorities?"

"There wasn't enough time to fight. Bai Yong was breaking through at the time. If it had been half an hour later, he would have gone from a half-step Martial Emperor to a True Martial Emperor. Do you think anyone could have held him back then?"

There was a few seconds of silence on the other end of the communicator.

"Your report will not be accepted by the central authorities at this time."

Duan Hongyuan tapped the edge of the communicator with his finger.

"What do you mean?"

"The twelve standing committee members have voted nine to three to reject your characterization of the rebellion. The Bai family's case needs to be reinvestigated, and during this period, you are not allowed to take any further action against the relevant personnel."

Duan Hongyuan's face darkened.

"Nine to three? The Bai family is all dead, who voted for them?"

There was no answer to the question on the other end of the communicator.

Snapped.

broken.

Duan Hongyuan stared at the black screen for several seconds.

"interesting."

He turned to look out the window. The transport plane was flying above the clouds, with rolling mountains below.

Nine to three.

Of the twelve members of the National Defense Commission, three sided with him, while nine opposed him.

Less than half a day after the Bai family was destroyed, nine people jumped out to speak for the dead.

This is not speaking on behalf of the Bai family.

The Bai family is just a worm on a line.

At the other end of the line is something much bigger.

Duan Hongyuan closed his eyes. A word came to mind.

The Hermitage.

He had heard of that name before.

I saw it once a long time ago in a top-secret military file.

The file had been mostly covered up with black ink, leaving only a few lines of text.

"The Hermitage, members and ranks unknown. It has a deep-rooted relationship with the central government of the Dragon Kingdom."

He didn't pay attention at the time.

I thought it was some outdated secret society that had long since disbanded.

It seems they haven't disbanded.

Not only did they not disband, they extended their reach far.

Nine votes.

He picked up his communicator and sent Lin Feng an encrypted message.

-

Beast Taming Alliance Headquarters.

Lin Feng's convoy arrived at 3 a.m.

Tie Ying directed people to move the Bai family's supplies into the warehouse, keeping them so busy they barely had time to breathe.

Xiaoyu stood to the side, checking the accounts against the list, muttering the numbers to herself.

Lin Feng didn't help.

He sat on the steps of the main hall, flipping through the contracts and documents he had taken out of Bai Yong's storage ring.

The operating rights of the two auction houses.

Mining permits for three mineral veins.

Management rights over a Class B secret realm.

There are also titles for several properties, shops, and estates.

All together, the book value is at least 50 billion.

Lin Feng stacked the documents neatly and stuffed them back into his storage ring.

The communicator vibrated.

Encrypted channel.

It was sent by Duan Hongyuan.

Lin Feng opened it and took a look.

Two lines of text.

"The central authorities rejected the 'suppression of the rebellion' designation; someone is pulling the strings behind the scenes. You might get some high-ranking people coming. Be careful."

Lin Feng put away the communicator and continued eating his rations.

Let them come if they want.

I stood up and stretched my muscles.

The broken rib in my chest hasn't fully healed yet, and it aches slightly when I take a deep breath.

Iron Eagle ran over from the warehouse, looking excited.

"Boss! We've already cleared out over 43,000 spirit stones! And a batch of S-grade pills—I counted, over eighty bottles!"

"Um."

"I've never seen so many good things in my life. Just how much has the Bai family plundered over the years...?"

"Stop talking nonsense and get it into storage. Register everything before dawn."

"yes!"

Iron Eagle ran away.

Lin Feng sat on the steps for a while. As dawn broke, his mental power detected an anomaly in the distance.

Three auras.

They came from the direction of the capital.

It was extremely fast, traveling in a straight line at high altitude, without even making a turn.

The concentration of the three auras was so high that each one forced his mental energy to shrink back slightly.

Half-step Emperor of Martial Arts.

Three.

Lin Feng slowly stood up.

Again.

The communicator vibrated again.

It's still Duan Hongyuan's encrypted channel.

This time there are only two words.

"Run!"

Lin Feng stared at those two words for two seconds.

No reply.

He put the communicator in his pocket, turned around, and walked out towards the gate of the Alliance headquarters.

The three auras had already reached the top of his head.

In the sky, three black dots emerged from the clouds, slowing down and lined up in a row.

Three old men.

To be precise, three skeletons.

He was so thin he was unrecognizable, just skin and bones.

His hair was completely white, his face was ashen, and his fingernails were frighteningly long, with a dark green tinge.

They landed on an open ground about fifty meters from the entrance of the Alliance headquarters.

The three people stood in a row, and the one in the middle took half a step forward.

"Raymond Lam".

The sound was dry and harsh, like wood grinding against wood.

Lin Feng carried the gun and walked out the door.

The old man in the middle pulled a golden token from his sleeve. Three characters were engraved on the token.

Ruling.

"The Supreme Decree of the National Defense Committee"

The old man raised the token, his voice barely audible.

"Lin Feng of the Northern Military Region trespassed into the core area of ​​the Ten Thousand Mountains, triggering a dragon vein riot that caused the beast tide to spiral out of control, endangering the lives of hundreds of participants. He also colluded with Duan Hongyuan to massacre the entire Bai family without authorization from the central command. His crimes are tantamount to treason."

He withdrew his hand and flashed the token in front of Lin Feng.

"By order of the court, Lin Feng is to be apprehended immediately and escorted to the capital for trial. If he resists, he shall be executed on the spot."

Iron Eagle rushed out from the direction of the warehouse, still clutching half of the list in his hand.

"What? You're taking people?"

"Who the hell gave the order? You're ignoring the Bai family's collusion with the East China Sea to bomb Zhenlongtai, and instead you're arresting people who tried to rescue them?"

The old man on the left twitched his eyelid.

"Too talkative."

A blast of air shot out from between his fingers.

It was so light and airy that it made no sound.

Iron Eagle's body stiffened.

His feet left the ground.

He was pulled upwards by that grayish-white force, his knees, waist, and chest being pulled upwards in stages.

A muffled groan escaped his lips, and his ribs creaked.

Release them.

Lin Feng gripped the crimson-gold spear tightly.

Iron Eagle fell down.

He fell to the ground, coughed twice, got up, and retreated to the wall.

The old man in the middle tilted his head and looked at Lin Feng.

"Young man, I've lived for 103 years and killed more people than you've ever seen. If you know what's good for you, cripple your cultivation and come with us."

Lin Feng held the Crimson Gold Spear horizontally in front of him.

"People from your secret order?"

The three old men stopped moving at the same time.

The middle one's eyelid twitched.

How do you know that name?

"Just guessing." Lin Feng glanced at them.

"Those three old coffin lids, on their deathbeds, were hiding in the shadows, sucking the essence of the dragon vein to prolong their lives, while Bai Yong did the dirty work for you. Now that he's dead, you're panicking. That's why you rushed over overnight."

The old man on the right made a scratch in the air with his fingernail.

"You know too much."

Lin Feng didn't say anything more.

He turned and walked toward the secluded chamber behind the Alliance headquarters.

"Halt." The old man in the middle pressed his aura forward. The imposing presence of a half-step Martial Emperor shattered several stone slabs on the ground.

"I told you to come with us, and you..."

Lin Feng didn't even turn his head.

They entered the closed-off chamber.

The stone door closed behind him, and the array patterns lit up.

The three old men exchanged a glance.

"The protective array in the closed-off chamber won't last long."

Inside the secret room.

Lin Feng leaned the Crimson Gold Spear against the wall.

Sit cross-legged.

I focused my attention on the system panel.

Current Martial Arts Points: 27760000

Twenty-seven million seven hundred and sixty thousand.

The total amount accumulated by Bai Jia during the raid on his home was due to the dual-line operation of the Fierce Vulture and Iron Rhinoceros.

[Do I need to consume Martial Arts Points to advance my cultivation level?]

Lin Feng closed his eyes.

The sound of blood and qi impacting the stone gate could be heard from outside.

His finger tapped on the panel.

[Consumption of martial arts points×9000000]

[Realm Advancement: Martial Venerable Ninth Stage → Half-Step Martial Saint!]

My dantian exploded.

The meridians stretched open, and golden light emanated from the gaps in the bones.

Not finished yet.

[Consumption of martial arts points×10000000]

[Realm Advancement: Half-Step Martial Saint → First Stage Martial Saint!]

The entire secluded chamber was shaking.

The array patterns on the stone wall flickered on and off due to the surge of his qi and blood.

The Martial Saint.

Lin Feng opened his eyes and stood up.

The concentration of qi and blood in his body was completely different from before.

With each breath, the spiritual energy in the air automatically gathered around him.

He picked up the crimson gold spear.

Outside the stone gate, the first crack appeared.

The three old men had already started dismantling the door.

Lin Feng walked to the door.

His left hand rested on the stone gate.

Qi and blood are infused.

boom!

The stone gate was blasted open from the inside.

The rubble, mixed with fragments of crimson-gold qi, hurtled directly at the three people standing outside the door.

The three old men stepped back at the same time.

The rubble was blocked by their protective energy, but the concentration of blood and qi surging out from behind the door changed the face of the person in the middle.

Lin Feng emerged from behind the rubble.

The crimson gold spear rested on his shoulder, its tip ablaze with dragon blood flames.

The aura of a first-stage Martial Saint spread out, directly clashing with the oppressive power of the three half-step Martial Emperors.

It wasn't suppressed.

The old man in the middle slowly opened his mouth.

"A martial saint?"

Lin Feng patted the gun barrel on his shoulder, and the dragon blood flames rose two inches higher.

"A ruling?"

His voice came from the direction of the secret room and echoed throughout the courtyard of the entire Alliance headquarters.

"I'll make sure you all go home lying down today."