I've become the emperor of humanity, and only now is spiritual energy reviving?

Three hours earlier, Mu Qinghan and Mu Qingyun, who had been impatiently dragged through a series of procedures, finally arrived in Tangkou Town.

Inside an ordinary hotel.

Mu Qinghan still had her hair in a bun, and despite her short stature of 1.4 meters, she sat imposingly on the sofa in an ill-fitting, wide-sleeved robe.

She fiddled with the folded phone with great interest, examining the flashing images, and asked without looking up,

"So, what do you need me to do? Tell me everything first."

Having already shed his arrogance and impetuosity, Mu Qingyun respectfully said, "It's a Class B incident within the Bureau of Command, related to the Supreme All Spirits Society..."

呲呲呲!

The sound of a folding phone being compressed into a metal ball by a small hand interrupted Mu Qingyun's half-finished sentence.

Mu Qinghan frowned, her small, almond-shaped eyes narrowing.

"This scourge that keeps clamoring about 'why only humans can't be killed and eaten' has been causing trouble for over a hundred years and hasn't been eradicated yet? Didn't you say that 21st-century technology is very advanced?"

She coldly flicked her sleeve.

"Don't they have missiles, tanks, and planes that even I can't handle? Since we know those things are here, why not just use missiles to plow the whole hillside?"

Mu Qinghan questioned,

"Could it be that the government officials of this era are also incompetent?"

Mu Qingyun wanted to turn off the recorder in his pocket, but dared not move under the old ancestor's watchful eye, so he could only reply, drenched in sweat.

"Ancestor, things aren't done that way these days..."

She carefully explained, "The internet is so advanced now. If the Bureau of Control dared to use missiles to bomb the mountain, the whole world would be in an uproar the next day."

"—So we're just going to stand by and watch ordinary people suffer? Huh!? Is that how it is?!"

Mu Qinghan stood up.

Her voice was deafening, making the girl's chest feel tight.

"What kind of bullshit public opinion is that? Are the words of foreigners more important than the lives of our own people?!"

After a few seconds of silence, the petite girl flicked her sleeve and sat back down in her chair: "Forget it, there's no point in arguing with someone like you who didn't experience that era."

She snorted coldly.

"The fault lies with me. It seems I didn't kill enough people back then, and I didn't kill them ruthlessly enough... If I had known, I would have slaughtered the entire clan of those hypocritical bastards. It wouldn't have taken more than a few years."

"Anyway, once they fall into my hands, none of them will survive."

Feeling the bone-chilling killing intent that stung her skin, Mu Qingyun dared not utter a word about the rules of the Bureau of Control.

The suffocating atmosphere lasted for a while before Mu Qinghan finally spoke again, asking, "Also, what does this 'Grade B' mean?"

Only then did Mu Qingyun dare to reply.

"This is the Bureau's internal classification of the strength of individuals and the danger level of events, from top to bottom into four levels: [A], [B], [C], and [D]."

In terms of Chinese martial arts, Ming Jin and An Jin are grade C; a master of Hua Jin can be considered grade B; and a grandmaster above Hua Jin is grade A.

Beyond that, there is an even higher level, the "Special" level, which transcends all logic.

Hearing this talk about cricket fighting, Mu Qinghan became interested.

She blinked. "Then tell me quickly, who are the top-tier fighters?"

The girl whispered a name.

Upon unexpectedly hearing the name of a familiar person, Mu Qinghan's expression changed slightly, then she smiled with surprise and relief: "That old codger is actually still alive."

It's a pity we can't stand at his grave and say, "Let's fight again a hundred years from now."

Just as Mu Qingyun was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard her ancestor ask a question that sounded no different from a death sentence:

"—Then, I should also be a [Special] grade, right?"

A moment of silence.

In the end, Mu Qingyun couldn't withstand the pressure and stammered, "Your current assessment level... is [B] level."

To Mu Qingyun's surprise, she did not hear any complaints or dissatisfaction.

She cautiously glanced up and realized that her petite ancestor had somehow squatted down in front of her, resting her chin on her hand and tapping her nose as she spoke.

"Little Qingyun, so you think I don't even have this much magnanimity?"

Mu Qingyun: "..."

Shut up, move!

Mu Qinghan observed the junior's embarrassed expression, waved his hand, and said calmly,

"Okay, I'm not kidding anymore."

She walked to the hotel window with her hands behind her back, taking advantage of the darkness to observe everyone passing by in the streets and alleys, and heard Mu Qingyun recounting the details of the intelligence behind her.

"Since the Supreme Being of All Spirits is going to make a move against this town, I will stay here and deal with whatever happens in the meantime."

Mu Qinghan smiled.

"On a whim... It seems something very interesting is going to happen tonight."

……

Meanwhile, the Aotai Line.

In the dark cave, figures carrying boxes came and went.

A dry, rough voice rose and fell in a deep, steady tone.

"Bhadura, the plans have changed."

The old man, whose face and figure were completely shrouded in a black robe, said hoarsely, "Never before have all spirits so frantically warned me... Abandon the plan to sacrifice the entire town."

The unusually muscular man, whose arms were as thick as a normal person's thigh, clenched his fists.

"Priest, we have been preparing for this day for over a decade, and besides..."

"—Do you want to die!?"

The old man suddenly raised his voice, enunciating each word clearly: "Wanling said that as long as we get close to the town, we have absolutely no chance of survival! Do you dare to question Wanling's judgment?!"

"I wouldn't dare."

The burly man bowed his head deeply.

"No need to worry." The priest smiled coldly. "There will always be unexpected events in this world, especially at crucial moments. I have already made contingency plans."

The priest said,

"—The hotel I've run with such dedication has been around for over thirty years, and it all exists for this day."

"Even if there are only a hundred or so people, it would be enough to begin the restoration of this magnificent remains."

"Go and capture all the tourists in that hotel, and use them as sacrifices, Badura."

"Yes."

……

"Is this the old hotel that's been open for thirty years? It looks pretty new."

An Sheng was making small talk, but his hands were already itching to get started.

His eyes darted wildly left and right, trying to spot some reckless thugs looking for trouble, or some green-eyed wild animal lunging at him.

This is what they mean by "possessing a weapon makes one's murderous intent arise," or "with a hammer in hand, everything looks like a nail."

Unfortunately, there wasn't a single hair.

The security situation in Dongxia is still too good.

An Sheng was somewhat disappointed: "If only there were still Tyrannosaurus Rex alive inside Ao Tai..."

The hotel receptionist was a kind-looking old man in his sixties, who was smiling as he greeted the previous group of college student backpackers.

The old man seemed like a very kind person, and even thoughtfully gave advice such as "Don't climb the Aotai Line, it's very dangerous up there."

Unfortunately, most of those who manage to stay at this hotel are aiming for the Aotai Line, it's just a matter of which route they choose.

The three of them received their access cards and went up to the third floor.

Gu Mingsu's phone vibrated. He pointed to the other side.

"My sister is here."

An Sheng nodded and was about to force a smile to greet him when his expression suddenly changed.

"Holy crap, it's you?!"

—The woman in front of him was actually the one he had slept with in the torrential rain yesterday, the one who kept saying she wanted to sleep with him!

Is this right? No, it's not!

Gu Yingning was also taken aback, her eyes crinkling with laughter.

"This is an interesting young man. I always felt we'd meet again."