met free Chapter 117 The Reversal of Spiritual Energy, the Undercurrents in Yanjing City
Chapter 117 The Reversal of Spiritual Energy, the Undercurrents in Yanjing City
Inside a gray building with no external markings on the Second Ring Road of Yanjing City.
This is the underground core command center of the Astronomical Observatory headquarters.
A piercing red alarm echoed throughout the hall. On the huge map of Chinese spiritual energy monitoring hanging on the wall, a blinding red dot was lit up at the location of Xishan in Yanjing City.
The energy ripples around the red dot are spreading outward at an alarming rate.
"Report! The spiritual energy concentration index in the Xishan area has exceeded 100,000! Three instrument probes have already burned out!"
A technician wearing glasses frantically typed on the keyboard, sweat dripping from his forehead and onto the table.
"The energy field is still expanding! It is expected to cover the entire Yanjing city area in ten minutes!"
At the center of the command center, around a round metal table, sat five middle-aged and elderly people in different uniforms. They were the highest decision-makers of the Celestial Surveillance Bureau and the true controllers of China's underworld.
Seated at the head of the table was an elderly man dressed in a Zhongshan suit. He was twirling two walnuts with a thick patina in his hands, and there was a faint flow of energy on the surface of the walnuts.
"That idiot Li Gang ran away. Who exactly caused this commotion in Xishan? Was it the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance? Or the Dark Moon Organization?" The old man stopped turning the walnut, his voice as deep as iron.
A middle-aged man in military uniform sitting on the left snorted coldly.
"Those half-human, half-machine monsters from the Dark Moon Organization have all lost their vital signs from the satellite. Zhao Baichuan, whom the Ancient Martial Arts Alliance sent to scout ahead, also had his life tablet shattered."
The middle-aged man threw a freshly printed report onto the table.
"Only a humanoid bio-force field was detected at the scene. According to the last blurry images captured by the satellite, that person crushed the Dark Moon Organization's high-frequency plasma blade with their bare hands, and then stomped on the ancient altar in the Western Hills."
The air in the hall seemed to freeze for a few seconds.
Crushing a high-frequency plasma blade with bare hands!
That thing can reach temperatures of tens of thousands of degrees Celsius in an instant, capable of slicing through the armor of a main battle tank like cutting tofu. Is this something a human body can do?
"A divine realm..." An old man in a Taoist robe gasped. "Could it be that the monster recorded in File 0 from a hundred years ago has awakened?"
The elderly man in the Zhongshan suit slammed his hand on the table.
A three-inch-deep palm print was added directly to the solid wood tabletop.
"What's the panic! Even if he's a god, he's just a target in front of a modern nation's war machine! Immediately mobilize the First Armored Division of the Yanjing Garrison to block all exits from Xishan. Notify the Dragon Blade Special Forces to bring their newly developed God-Slaying Armor-Piercing Rounds and stand by!"
"Director!" The technician suddenly let out a distorted scream.
All eyes were on the big screen.
The red humanoid dot representing terrifying energy on the big screen suddenly vanished into thin air.
It wasn't that it moved; it was simply erased from the radar's monitoring range.
"Where is he?! How could he just vanish into thin air?!" The old man in the Zhongshan suit suddenly stood up, crushing the two walnuts in his hand into powder.
The technicians frantically switched between satellite images.
"Can't find him... All the infrared and thermal imagers can't detect him. It's like he evaporated from this planet!"
At this moment, Lu Yuan was already sitting in a taxi heading back to the city.
He simply cast a basic concealment spell on himself, rendering the monitoring equipment of the Sky Surveillance Bureau, which cost hundreds of millions of yuan, blind.
The taxi driver was the same middle-aged man with a receding hairline as this morning.
The middle-aged man kept wiping away sweat as he drove.
"That's strange, the weather forecast didn't say it would get warmer today. Why does the air suddenly feel so stuffy, like we're in a sauna? Young man, roll down the window and let some fresh air in."
Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair, watching the street scene recede outside the window.
This is not a temperature rise, but rather the spiritual energy surge erupting from Xishan has spread to the city.
For ordinary people, a sudden influx of high concentrations of spiritual energy into the body can produce a suffocating feeling similar to oxygen intoxication. However, if they can endure these few hours, their physical condition will be greatly improved, and all their ailments will disappear.
But this is only the initial stage of the spiritual revival.
Lu Yuan knew very well that this surge of spiritual energy would act like a stimulant, completely awakening the ancient creatures and dormant relics of cultivators that had been sleeping on Earth.
"Master, please drive faster. We're heading to the Panlong Mountain villa area," Lu Yuan said.
The commotion he caused in Xishan was too great, and when he withdrew the spiritual vein, it inevitably affected the Nine Heavens Gathering Spirit Array he set up in Panlong Mountain.
The Nine Heavens Gathering Spirit Array resonated briefly with the Western Mountain Spirit Vein, causing the concentration of spiritual energy around the villa to increase more than tenfold in a short period of time.
With such a large piece of fat meat laid out in the open, it's impossible for those powerful and influential families in Yanjing City, who are like hyenas, not to smell it.
Qingxue is still in the villa.
Although he left behind defensive jade pendants and mountain-protecting lightning arrays, if those ignorant ants insist on going to their deaths, the commotion they create will inevitably frighten his sister.
The taxi was forced to stop two kilometers away from the Panlongshan villa area.
The road ahead was completely blocked by more than a dozen black Mercedes-Benz G-Class vehicles. Dozens of bodyguards dressed in black suits and sunglasses formed a human wall, completely blocking the main road leading to Panlong Mountain.
"Whose big boss is putting on airs again, daring to close public roads?" The driver cursed and honked the horn twice.
Lu Yuan pushed open the car door.
"The fare has been paid. You should turn back; the road ahead is difficult to navigate."
Ignoring the driver's advice, Lu Yuan put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the row of Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars.
Several bodyguards in black immediately stepped forward and reached out to push Lu Yuan's shoulder.
"Get lost! Panlong Mountain is closed today. The Wang family is holding an event. Unauthorized personnel are not welcome..."
Before the bodyguard could finish speaking, his hand suddenly stopped half a foot away from Lu Yuan's shoulder.
It was like crashing into an invisible steel wall.
Click!
Several crisp cracking sounds of bones breaking rang out simultaneously.
The bodyguards didn't even manage to touch Lu Yuan, yet his arm twisted bizarrely into a pretzel shape. They collapsed to the ground clutching their severed arms, too writhing in pain to even scream, only able to twitch like shrimp.
Upon seeing this, the remaining bodyguards pulled out batons and stun guns from their pockets and surrounded the area as if facing a formidable enemy.
Lu Yuan didn't even pause for a moment.
He merely raised his eyelids and glanced at these people.
A powerful aura, infused with the divine sense of a Mahayana cultivator, swept out along his gaze.
Thump! Thump!
Dozens of rigorously trained bodyguards felt as if their brains had been struck by a heavy hammer in that instant. They couldn't even muster the thought of resisting. Their knees buckled and they collapsed onto the asphalt road.
Lu Yuan stepped on their shoulders and heads, as if walking up a human-shaped staircase, and crossed the blockade of the Mercedes-Benz.
"The Wang family."
Lu Yuan chewed on those two words.
It was like a pillow delivered to his doorstep. He was just worrying about where to find this Bauhinia family to collect his debts, and they came to him of their own accord.