strokinit Chapter 34 You know nothing about power.
Chapter 34 You know nothing about power.
The ward was so quiet you could hear your heart pounding on the floor. Even the wind outside seemed afraid to venture in. The only sound was the crackling of the microphone from the communicator, like a noisy maggot writhing in the deathly silence.
Lu Yuan leaned back in his chair, his long legs crossed, his gaze falling on the black instrument on the floor that was still emitting a cold, eerie blue light. Suddenly, he chuckled softly—a chuckle devoid of any warmth, filled only with condescending mockery, as if he were watching a group of clowns jumping around.
He suddenly felt that the "natives" on this earth were adorably stupid.
In the cultivation world, those ancient monsters who have lived for thousands of years wouldn't dare to breathe loudly, let alone make any rash judgments, even if they sensed a trace of the unknown. But these people, separated by countless mountains and rivers, without even seeing his face, dare to shamelessly represent the entire world and issue a warrant for the arrest of a Mahayana cultivator?
A faint cracking sound came from beneath his feet. Lu Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the crew-cut man he was stepping on—it was Wang Gang, the action captain of the Bureau of Strange Immortals. Just moments ago, he had been leading his men in a show of arrogance, but now he looked like a stray dog. Broken bones pierced through his clothes, and cold sweat mixed with blood soaked through his hair. He didn't even have the courage to raise his head.
"You're the director of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals?"
Lu Yuan spoke casually, as if he were asking a vendor at a market, but he pressed down slightly with his toes, and with another crisp sound, Wang Gang let out a suppressed groan of pain, his whole body convulsing, not daring to even scream.
Meanwhile, in the capital city, at the underground command center of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals.
A huge electronic screen occupied the entire wall, clearly displaying the scene in the ward of Jiangnan City Hospital—but in the scene, their proud captain, who was at the early stage of the Transformation Realm, was being trampled underfoot by a teenager, looking utterly pathetic.
Ye Tiannan stood in front of the screen, the cigar between his fingers burned to the end, ash falling softly onto his expensive suit, but he was completely unaware. The young voice coming from the communicator was excessively young, sounding no more than twenty years old.
With his brows furrowed into a deep knot, Ye Tiannan was filled with disbelief.
Not even twenty years old? A mere kid, yet he can trigger a spiritual energy tide that covers the entire Jiangnan City? He can utterly crush Wang Gang, a cultivator at the early stage of the Transformation Realm, leaving him no chance to fight back?
Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
The thought flashed through Ye Tiannan's mind, and a greedy light instantly ignited in his eyes—this kid must have had a stroke of incredible luck, stumbling into some ancient immortal cultivation cave and picking up a treasure that can gather spiritual energy! As long as he seizes the treasure, the strength of the Extraordinary Immortal Bureau will increase several times over. At that time, even those old fogies like Kunlun will have to act according to his whims!
He took a deep drag on his cigar, exhaling a thick ring of smoke. His voice, transmitted through the radio waves, carried an arrogance and condescension of someone in a high position, as if bestowing a favor upon an ant: "I am Ye Tiannan, Director-General of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals."
"Young man, you are lucky to have received such a great opportunity. But you should understand the principle that 'a common man is innocent, but possessing a treasure is a crime.'"
"Hand over the stuff, and I'll guarantee you a lifetime of wealth and honor, and I might even make an exception and let you into the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals, giving you the position of deputy director—this is my last chance for you."
The tone shifted abruptly, Ye Tiannan's voice as cold as ice, carrying a blatant threat: "If you remain obstinate, I guarantee that before sunrise tomorrow, you, and everyone around you, will completely evaporate from this world, leaving not a trace!"
"Give a stick and then a sweet treat" is a common tactic Ye Tiannan has used since taking office, and it always works. He doesn't believe that a mere young upstart can resist such temptation and intimidation.
In the ward, after listening to this long, self-satisfied speech, Lu Yuan's mocking smile deepened. He lightly rubbed his toe on Wang Gang's shoulder—the force was light, but it caused Wang Gang to convulse in pain, his vision to go black, and he almost fainted.
"Ye Tiannan, a member of the Ye family in the capital."
Lu Yuan's voice was calm, yet he accurately revealed the other party's background. A cold killing intent quietly surfaced deep in his eyes—the纨绔子弟 (spoiled brat) who killed his mother was a direct descendant of the Ye family in the capital. He hadn't had time to settle this score yet.
"Since you're from the Ye family, that's perfect."
The moment his words fell, Lu Yuan's tone turned icy, and a terrifying pressure swept through the entire ward without warning. The temperature instantly plummeted to freezing point, and even the spiritual energy in the air condensed into tiny ice particles. Wang Gang, kneeling on the ground, shivered uncontrollably, his teeth chattering, and even breathing became difficult, as if he would be frozen into an ice sculpture at any moment.
"Go back and tell that old bastard from your Ye family to wash his neck clean. I'll personally go to the capital in a few days to take his dog's head."
His tone was calm, yet carried an undeniable resolve, as if he were talking about a trivial matter.
On the other end of the communicator, Ye Tiannan was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter in anger, his laughter filled with mockery and rage: "You ignorant fool!"
What kind of existence is the Ye family patriarch? At the age of 150, with the cultivation of a half-step Earth Immortal, in the Chinese martial arts world, as long as Kunlun doesn't intervene, the patriarch is the god! How dare some wild brat who appeared out of nowhere claim to want to take the patriarch's head? He's simply asking for trouble!
Ye Tiannan completely lost his patience. His face turned ashen, and he barked out the order into the communicator: "Wang Gang! Activate the self-destruct sequence immediately and blow him up!"
He had already prepared a backup plan—the black device contained miniature high explosives, powerful enough to level this entire inpatient ward, turning it into ruins. Ye Tiannan would rather bury the treasure in the ruins and dig it out slowly than listen to this arrogant brat's nonsense again, and he didn't want to give this kid any chance to turn the tables.
Upon hearing this order, Wang Gang, who was kneeling on the ground, had his pupils shrink and a flash of despair in his eyes. His whole body went cold—the director was going to use him and the other agents as sacrificial lambs!
He struggled desperately to press the cancel button on the device, but the weight Lu Yuan exerted on him was like a mountain, pinning him to the spot. He couldn't even lift a finger, let alone raise his hand. He could only watch helplessly as the red light on the device screen flashed wildly, and the countdown numbers jumped rapidly: 3, 2, 1…
"Drip—drip—drip—"
The alarm blared, and the shadow of death instantly enveloped the entire ward.
Lu Yuan remained reclined in his chair, not even shifting his position, his expression indifferent, as if the life-or-death crisis before him was nothing more than an insignificant farce. He simply raised his foot slowly and gently stepped on the black device emitting a red glow.
"Click—"
A crisp cracking sound echoed through the deathly silent ward.
The specially made instrument, whose outer shell was made of aerospace-grade alloy and was indestructible, was crushed into powder like a fragile biscuit under Lu Yuan's feet. Tiny fragments were scattered all over the ground, gleaming with a faint blue light before fading away.
The miniature high explosives inside the instrument didn't even have time to produce a spark before they were directly crushed into their most basic atomic state by Lu Yuan's Mahayana stage physical strength and completely dissipated into the air.
The red light suddenly went out, the countdown came to an abrupt halt, and the static from the communicator's microphone also instantly stopped, leaving only a deathly silence.
The underground command center of the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals in the capital city.
Ye Tiannan's face turned ashen as he watched the signal on the screen suddenly turn into static. He slammed the cigar in his hand to the ground, sparks flying from the cigar tip.
"Damn it!"
He slammed his fist on the control panel, instantly denting the expensive console, sending buttons flying, and a piercing alarm blaring.
Before he could calm his anger and issue new instructions, the screen, which was originally full of static, suddenly flickered violently, and a blinding blue light, following the satellite signal network, forcefully emerged from the electronic screen!
The light carried a chilling, soul-shaking aura of destruction. The moment it appeared, it engulfed the entire command center, causing countless sophisticated instruments to malfunction instantly, screens to shatter, and sparks to fly. Then, the azure light transformed into an enormous azure handprint in mid-air above the command center, blotting out the sky and descending slowly with a world-destroying force.
"What...what the hell is this?!"
Ye Tiannan was terrified, trembling all over. He stumbled back several steps, his back slamming heavily against the cold wall. Cold sweat instantly soaked through his suit, streaming down his face. In all his life, he had never seen such terrifying power. The oppressive aura made it difficult for him to even breathe, as if he were about to be crushed at any moment.
"Boom—!!!"
A deafening roar shook the entire underground command center violently, as if it were about to collapse. The azure handprint slammed down without a doubt, instantly reducing the monitoring console of the Alien Immortal Bureau's underground command center, along with dozens of supercomputers costing over a hundred million each, to a pile of smoking scrap metal, leaving not a single intact part.
The piercing alarm sounded throughout the underground city of Beijing, and chaos erupted instantly.
Ye Tiannan slumped amidst the chaotic ruins, his body limp, his hands and feet icy cold, his back soaked in cold sweat, his eyes unfocused, his face filled with fear and disbelief. He had truly felt that if that handprint had been even an inch off, he would now be a pile of minced meat, leaving not even a trace of his bones.
Across satellite signals and thousands of kilometers, a single strike destroyed the most fortified and highest-level underground command center of the Alien Immortal Bureau!
Is this guy even human?!
"Quick...quick! Go and invite the Ancestor out of seclusion! Quickly!"
Ye Tiannan's lips trembled, his voice hoarse, as he hysterically roared at his adjutant, who stood frozen in terror beside him, his voice filled with despair: "The sky... the sky is falling! That kid isn't human! He's a god! He's a devil!"
The adjutant trembled at his shout before he came to his senses and scrambled out of the command center to ask the Ye family patriarch to come out of seclusion—at this moment, only the patriarch could save them and the Ye family!
Inside a ward at Jiangnan City First Hospital.
Lu Yuan withdrew his foot from the floor, not even glancing at the pile of equipment fragments on the ground. What he had just done was merely a random magic seal he had cast following the signal source of the equipment; it wasn't anything special, just a reminder to the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals and the Ye family.
He stood up and walked step by step to the bedside, his movements incredibly gentle, a stark contrast to the coldness with which he had just crushed the instruments and intimidated Wang Gang.
On the hospital bed, Lu Qingxue's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her eyes, which had previously been somewhat nearsighted and dim, were now crystal clear, bright and captivating; she could even see the tiny specks of dust floating in the air. She instinctively sat up, feeling an unprecedented lightness and comfort throughout her body. Her previous weakness and fatigue had vanished without a trace, as if she had been reborn.
"Brother... what's wrong with me?"
Lu Qingxue looked at the broken bricks and fragments of equipment scattered on the ground, as well as the several men in black kneeling on the ground, covered in injuries and barely daring to breathe. Her face was full of confusion, and her eyes showed a hint of fear.
Lu Yuan reached out and gently ruffled her hair. The coldness in his eyes vanished instantly, leaving only tenderness and doting: "It's nothing. It was just a few flies that flew in and made a fuss. I've already taken care of them."
He picked up his coat from the back of the chair and carefully draped it over Lu Qingxue, afraid she would catch a cold: "Let's go, the hospital beds are too hard and uncomfortable. I'll take you home."
After saying that, Lu Yuan ignored the few agents from the Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals on the ground who were trembling with fear and didn't even dare to look up at him. He took Lu Qingxue's hand and walked straight out of the ward. His steps were calm and his aura was powerful, as if the thrilling crisis just now had never happened.
Outside the ward, Zhao Tiancheng was already waiting, dressed in a black suit, his back bent at almost a ninety-degree angle, his face full of respect and awe, not daring to breathe loudly for fear of disturbing Lu Yuan. Seeing Lu Yuan come out, he immediately stepped forward, his tone extremely humble: "Mr. Lu, the car is ready, it's downstairs."
Lu Yuan simply nodded, took his sister's hand, and walked into the elevator. He didn't say a word, yet he exuded an unassailable air of authority.
The elevator doors slowly closed, leaving behind a mess on the floor and a group of terrified and helpless agents from the Immortal Bureau—these self-important big shots, these powerful figures who control the fate of mortals, are nothing more than ants that Lu Yuan can crush at any time.
Lu Yuan leaned against the elevator wall, looking at his younger sister who was curiously examining the elevator, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
The spiritual energy of the Earth has only just begun to recover. The Bureau of Extraordinary Immortals and the Ye family are merely the first minor episodes on his journey to the mortal realm.
It’s just a good show.
And he, Lu Yuan, will unleash a storm of immortal cultivators in this mortal realm, settle all old scores, protect those around him, and make the world grovel at his feet.