Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

Hong Kong, Qingyi Hotel.

As one of the core industries of the banker, it is famous for its excellent quality and exquisite service, allowing any guest who comes here to experience unparalleled luxury and comfort, as if they are in a luxurious dream.

Of course, the premise is that you have money.

And tonight, every guest who came here had a net worth of at least 10 billion. They were either rich or noble, and they were the wealthy tycoons who could shake the whole Hong Kong with just one stomp of their feet.

Amidst the dazzling jewels and gems, a group of Hong Kong's upper class celebrities were quietly waiting for someone to arrive.

Click~
The door of the hall was pushed open from the outside, and a not-so-tall figure walked in with steady steps, strode like a dragon or a tiger, as if he were a king ruling the world.

"Mr. Zhuang!"

"It's Mr. Zhuang who has arrived!"

The crowd was immediately excited, especially the wealthy elders who were leaning on crutches. When they looked at Zhuang Bancheng, their eyes were filled with jealousy and desire.

No matter how powerful and wealthy they are, there is one thing that no amount of power or money can buy - life!
Although there are many longevity-prolonging items among the rare treasures, most of them can only be absorbed and refined by martial artists. Ordinary people will explode and die if they eat them.

Even if there is no requirement for the level of cultivation, there is an upper limit to the lifespan that can be extended by rare and precious objects.

Once a person reaches the physiological limit of his or her lifespan, no medicine or medicine can help, not even gods can save him or her.

For the wealthy elders in Hong Kong, they have already tried the common means of prolonging life, but it is still difficult to stop the approaching death.

But now, Zhuang Bancheng, who used to be as old as him and could only travel with the help of a cane, is now radiant, as if he had returned to his forties or fifties, with abundant physical strength, active thinking, and a renewed vitality and energy.

"Everyone, I'm sure you all know the reason why we gathered you today, right?"

Zhuang Bancheng touched the gold ring on his left hand with a smile on his face. It was inlaid with a blood-red gem. As his fingertips passed over it, the ring quietly emitted the light of life, injecting infinite vitality into his old and decayed body, nourishing his essence, energy and spirit.

Zhuang Bancheng was extremely proud of himself at this time. He seemed to have returned to the passionate days of the past when he was full of vigor and power. With the support of the towering tree of Xiji Kingdom, his business in Hong Kong was going smoothly and he was successful in everything he did.

Until the rise of the East Pole Kingdom and the decline of the West Pole Kingdom, the two poles of the world entered a stage of confrontation, which put the dealer in a dilemma. As a result, he has been trapped in a dilemma and has been living on thin ice for the past decade.

If possible, Zhuang Bancheng longs to go back to the past.

He is a businessman who is only interested in profit and has no sense of family or country in his heart.

As long as he can gain benefits, he would rather the Dongji Kingdom decline or even perish in exchange for his own advancement. This is his way of survival.

Anyway, someone has to serve as a dog for the Westerners, so why can't it be me?
"Mr. Zhuang, if we turn to Kabbalah, can we also get the magic medicine that prolongs life?"

"of course."

Zhuang Bancheng nodded happily and raised his left hand to show his ring to the wealthy people: "This is the legendary alchemical creation, the Philosopher's Stone."

"what!"

"In European mythology, is there the Philosopher's Stone that can make people immortal and eternally young?"

All the celebrities present at the scene tore off their usual elegant and calm disguises, revealing their undisguised greed and desire, and even wanted to come up and rob directly.

Endless life!
Eternal pleasure!
Isn't this exactly what these powerful people who have already stood at the top of the social pyramid desire?
Zhuang Bancheng knew very well about human greed, so he was not worried that the bait he threw out would not catch big fish. He showed a meaningful smile, and the words he said were like the whispers of a devil.

"The Philosopher's Stone is a masterpiece of flesh and blood. The reason why it can extend life indefinitely is essentially a redistribution of vitality."

“Redistribution?”

Those present here today are all very familiar with how wealth is redistributed, because it is under the banner of "redistribution" that they have been able to earn huge fortunes and become powerful and wealthy by plundering ordinary people.

But this was the first time they had heard that life could be redistributed.

"Mr. Zhuang, what is the redistribution method?"

Someone had the courage to ask.

Zhuang Bancheng smiled calmly and raised a finger to everyone: "A person can convert one year of life. Of course, the premise is that he must be young and healthy, otherwise it will be reduced."

These light words, when heard by everyone, were like a bolt from the blue.

One person can only exchange for one year of life!

In Hong Kong today, after the evacuation, there are less than two million people left. At best, only two million lifespans can be converted. If divided among everyone, each person will have about ten thousand years.

Is ten thousand years too long?

No, for the elders of wealthy families, ten thousand years is far from enough to satisfy their appetite. What they want is eternal life, to stand at the top of all living beings.

They will become the gods of the new world!
But some people couldn't bear it: "Will this be too much killing?"

Two million people were killed as a blood sacrifice, and their life essence was squeezed out to support the longevity of millions of wealthy and powerful people. How is this kind of immortality different from that of demons?
But before Zhuang Bancheng could even open his mouth, someone from the wealthy family jumped out to refute: "It is the way of man to take from the poor so as to support the rich. How can the lives of those lowly people be compared with ours? We, the elite of mankind, are the cornerstone of society and the mainstay of the advancement of civilization."

"You're right. The lives of those inferior people are meaningless. They live in a daze and are numb all day long. Instead of living like zombies, they should burn themselves and make truly valuable contributions to the world."

Such a theory quickly gained recognition and praise from the dignitaries present.

They support this theory not because they think it is correct, but simply because supporting this theory can bring them the greatest benefits.

If blood sacrifice of others can bring eternal youth to themselves, these people will definitely not hesitate or be reluctant at all, and will only want to capture more people to refine the Philosopher's Stone.

In the end, everyone accepted the agreement and agreed to stand together with the dealer.

Zhuang Bancheng waited until everyone signed the contract before he took out one gold ring after another inlaid with red gemstones and said, "Put them on. Magic arrays have been engraved on them. You can draw life and inject it into them at any time."

"Drink this cup to the full for our cause!"

"Drink Sheng!"

The dignitaries and celebrities raised their tall glasses, and the wine swaying in them was as red as blood.

Those who drank the celebratory wine soon realized that something was wrong. A rotten smell began to emanate from their bodies, and some people even had corpse spots appearing on their bodies.

"Ah, the wine is poisoned!"

"Zhuang Bancheng, you don't keep your word!"

"It's not me, I didn't poison you!"

Zhuang Bancheng was so frightened that he smashed the wine glass in his hand to the ground. He was terrified and at a loss. "That's right, I poisoned you."

A man appeared in the hall at some point. He took off his hat, revealing a strange face covered with tumors and tentacles. It was extremely ugly, making people feel extremely disgusted and terrified from the bottom of their hearts.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is Sackler Arthur. I am a follower of the Plague Knight and also the chief alchemist of the Plague School."

In terms of etiquette alone, Arthur can indeed be described as a polite gentleman.

But what he did was a hundred times more cruel than the devil: "Welcome to join Kabbalah. We are in great need of something from you. Now that you have presented it to me personally, I am very pleased."

"No!"

The dignitaries and celebrities who were infected by the plague wailed one after another. The blood-red luck was forcibly sucked away from them and injected into Zhuang Bancheng in the blink of an eye.

To be precise, it was injected into the gold ring he wore on the index finger of his left hand.

Good fortune is like a rainbow, representing the favor and protection of God to certain people, enabling them to stand out from the crowd and become the best.

But too many mortals always like to be self-righteous, taking the power of luck and destiny as their own abilities, and thus become complacent and smug.

They forgot that they were just pigs blown up into the sky by the wind. Once the wind disappeared, they would be knocked back to their original form and fall into the dust.

Now, Arthur, with the help of the Philosopher's Stone and the "Poison of Doom", has seized the opportunities and fortunes of these Hong Kong tycoons and used them as firewood to summon the Plague Knight.

As the most important component of all the sacrifices, Zhuang Bancheng obviously could not escape the disaster.

Arthur looked at Zhuang Bancheng with a smile on his face: "Cheer, jump for joy, being chosen as the carrier of our Lord is your supreme honor."

Hearing that Arthur wanted to use him as Plague Knight's Jinchūriki, Zhuang Bancheng became anxious. He was shocked and angry: "This is not what we agreed!"

"No, no, no, you don't think that we can really set up a flesh-and-blood refining array covering the entire city under the nose of General Suzaku, do you?"

Arthur showed a disdainful look. In his eyes, the strong men of Dongji Country were tough opponents, and the so-called richest man in Hong Kong in front of him was just a dog.

"Zhuang Bancheng, the way of man is to take from those who are deficient in order to serve those who are abundant. This is what you said. The only question is who is 'deficient' and who is 'abundant'. You can't just sing praises to the law of the jungle when you become hunters."

The cold words shattered the last glimmer of hope in Zhuang Bancheng's heart.

He now finally understood that when facing Kabbalah and Plague Knight, these so-called Hong Kong giants were nothing more than a group of "insufficiencies".

When necessary, it is their destined fate to be served on the table.

"Do not!!!"

With a shrill cry, Zhuang Bancheng's consciousness fell into eternal darkness and loneliness.

What followed was a powerful divine thought that broke through the barriers of the spiritual world and opened a magnificent gate in the sky above the Hong Kong River.

Tianmen!

Rumble~
Lightning flashed, the wind howled, and the sky and earth changed color.

At the Peninsula Hotel, Ye Qingzhou, who was in a state of meditation, suddenly opened his eyes: "Here it comes!"

At the same time, he also received a message from Gu Minghui and others: "Come to Qingyi Hotel as soon as possible!"

All the martial saints in Hong Kong received the distress signal sent out by the Shen Ce Army. The arrival of a martial god would be a disaster for all mankind.

Even if the other party came down, it was just a projection.

"take care of yourself."

Faced with Xu Yunxi who came anxiously to inquire about the situation, Ye Qingzhou only had time to leave a word before he took off into the air and flew from the balcony into the clouds.

The vibrations caused by the sonic boom made the glass rattle.

When Ye Qingzhou arrived at the scene, the perimeter of Qingyi Hotel had been cordoned off and the Hong Kong police who had arrived were evacuating the people.

"Ye Qingzhou, you came just in time,"

"Doctor Gu, Azure Dragon God General, Vermillion Bird God General, what happened?"

"Zhuang Bancheng is hosting a grand banquet today. I have already arranged for people to monitor the periphery, but I still didn't expect that the people from the Plague School would be so ruthless and actually target these powerful people directly."

Gu Minghui and the Azure Dragon God General were both speechless. They had made various contingency plans, but they didn't expect that the people from the Plague School would come and kill their own dog first.

Ye Qingzhou was amused when he heard this: "That's good, it saves us from having to do it ourselves."

Ye Qingzhou has no good feelings towards these guides and idiots of the coexistence faction. The only thing he wants to do is to raid their homes and achieve common prosperity.

After a while, Qi Shengtian and Sikong Jingming also arrived at the scene. Both of them looked very ugly, especially Qi Shengtian, as Hong Kong was his territory.

The Plague School didn't even ask any questions and just wanted to stir up trouble here, making it clear that they don't take him, the Nine Dragon Fist Master, seriously.

"Okay, okay, I have been cultivating myself these years and have not taken any action. It seems that someone is taking advantage of me."

Even a clay man has a temper, let alone Qi Shengtian, the boxing master?

At this moment, there was a rustling sound coming from inside the Qingyi Hotel, as if countless snakes, insects, rats and ants were about to swarm out.

Ye Qingzhou looked carefully and saw that under the observation of the Sky Eye, the entire hotel building had already been devoid of life, and only a strange force was spreading.

Those were roots as black as ink. In the very center of the roots, a black tree seed as big as a millstone was beating like a heart.

Inside the tree, there is a curled-up man.

"Zhuang Bancheng? He's been parasitized?"

Ye Qingzhou was about to continue observing when Arthur, who was standing under the tree, suddenly looked up, opened his blood-red mouth full of sharp teeth, and let out a soul-shaking scream: "How dare you, rude man, to peek at the power of my Lord!"

yah~
The powerful plague power was able to pollute Ye Qingzhou's spiritual world with the help of information transmission. Fortunately, his nine divine fires were combined into one, which warded off all evil and kept him safe.

But his eyes were still hurt, and two lines of blood and tears flowed out.

Seeing this, Gu Minghui quickly reminded: "Don't look directly at the origin of God. The martial gods themselves are integrated with the avenue. If you look directly at the body of God, you are looking directly at the avenue. You will lose a layer of skin even if you don't die." (End of this chapter)