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Chapter 827 A Difficult Problem

"Captain Jiang, are you very interested in Martial Arts University?"

In the driver's seat, the young woman driving turned her head to the side.

"Can't talk about it."

Team Leader Jiang shook his head and said, "For the chosen ones, if their willpower is strong enough and they don't die, they can hope to reach the Silver rank within a year. Ordinary people don't have a universal body, so seven years of accumulation is essential, but they can't keep up with the great calamity."

The current martial arts system focuses on cultivation rather than selection. The latter has a very high casualty rate, while the former is safer, but its efficiency is inevitably reduced. This is unavoidable, since a high mortality rate would seriously affect the development of the system.

Starting from martial arts high school, students gradually increase their various stats by honing their physique. The key is to accumulate knowledge day after day, and then differentiate themselves by talent. If the player's growth process is repeated, the result is hard to predict.

In recent world wars, the overall survival rate has never exceeded 3%. Even professional soldiers may not be able to withstand it. Moreover, martial arts training is most effective during the student years.

drop!
The communication cable rang.

The analysis department staff sent in intelligence.

"Dongcheng Museum detected suspected spiritual activity, energy level below Silver Rank. Ninth Squad is authorized to proceed."

"Have we finally found it?"

Jiang immediately directed the car's direction. The female deputy captain in the team was of orthodox lineage and could be considered a member of the imperial family. As for himself, his background was actually even more impressive. When Anping Island experienced the Dream Eater blockade, all the islanders were transferred to the mainland, and some vicious soldiers mixed in among them and gradually emerged.

Crossing the streets and lights, the off-road vehicle arrived at the museum.

But the spiritual fluctuations have disappeared.

At the museum entrance, young Xiang Jun sat on the steps, holding an ancient Han sword in one hand and taking deep drags on a cigarette in the other, trying to calm his violently turbulent emotions.

His surname is rare. He was temporarily managing this private museum for a classmate when a red embroidered shoe suddenly appeared by his bedside in the middle of the night. If it weren't for this ancient Han sword, he would have almost died at the hands of the owner of the red embroidered shoe.

"I am an employee of the Public Security Bureau."

The young woman got off the bus and approached, holding up her identification.

"You may not know what the Bureau of Order represents, but incidents like today are all handled by the Bureau of Order. Our analysis department has detected the disappearance of the spirit. Please recount your experience. You are safe now."

Team Leader Jiang also got out of the car, a high-quality revolver in his coat pocket, ready to fire at any time. Whether it was to kill the young man in front of him or any lurking spirit, the high-quality superhuman bullets provided were sufficient to kill him.

Xiang Jun said nervously, "Three days ago, someone died unexpectedly in my neighborhood. It's said to be the mistress of a big boss. Your colleagues found an embroidered shoe at the scene. When I was investigating, I saw the embroidered shoe with my own eyes, but I didn't recognize it..."

The young woman's eyes lit up. The deceased's identity was suspicious, and his connection with the big boss reminded her of extraordinary criminal groups. With the opening of the Realm Legend Conference, the leaders of various factions were in a hurry, and these kinds of civilian extraordinary organizations were growing explosively.

One of the largest non-governmental organizations, the Doomsday Salvation Bishops, even planned a horrific blood sacrifice involving more than 100 people, attempting to summon an evil god called "Doomsday Salvation" through a bloody ritual.

"...I suspect it's because when I saw that embroidered shoe, I casually complimented it by saying it was pretty, and that's how I got into trouble. A couple of hours ago, I was just getting ready for bed..."

The words have not yet fallen.

Jiang's eyes suddenly filled with immense joy and devotion.

For a malevolent soldier, to be fortunate enough to serve as the temporary divine incarnation of the Great Lord is undoubtedly the highest honor.

Long!
As a vast consciousness descended, "Team Leader Jiang's" eyes suddenly turned cold as he surveyed his surroundings.

"I'll upgrade it to the Gold tier while I'm at it."

Jiang He raised his palm, and a drop of fresh blood essence, a piece of ghastly skull, and three sharp fangs emerged from the void—it was the same heroic alien beast that the animal team had eaten for dinner.

Alchemy begins and ends in a mere instant.

The evil soldier named Jiang Team was transformed into a supreme-grade item, gaining comprehensive qualities that allowed him to fight against ordinary gold-level enemies, revealing the skill level of the puppet-type alchemy legend.

"Captain Jiang!?" The young woman turned her head in surprise and doubt. The raging waves within this extraordinary realm, like a tsunami, sent chills down her spine.

"This is the Analysis Department, Captain Jiang. Please respond! An extremely unusual situation has occurred involving you. Please respond immediately!"

Jiang He calmly replied, "I am Mo Ke."

The inquiry from the analysis department came to an abrupt end.

The astonishing leap from silver to gold was enough to warrant reporting to higher authorities, but when the person identified himself as "Mo Ke," the matter became even more serious than could be imagined. Only a legend could receive such an unparalleled powerhouse who had once again won the world's battle for supremacy.

"please wait."

Jiang He beckoned, and an ancient Han sword flew over.

Xiang Jun was startled, but the young woman was already frozen in place. As a legitimate member of the Mi clan, she knew that the clan's number one genius who had cultivated the Seven Absolute Body had fallen at the hands of the forbidden expert in front of her.

call!
In the ancient Han sword, a graceful ghost appears, wearing a pair of red embroidered shoes, trembling.

Xiang Jun quickly said, "Sir, Miss Hong was also a pitiful person. She lived in ancient times..."

Jiang He unleashed a palm strike, and the female ghost vanished into thin air. He then used a telekinetic technique to restrain Xiang Jun, who was lifted off the ground. Xiang Jun's neck felt as if it were being gripped by an iron clamp, and he could only struggle helplessly. "She's got quite a background."

Jiang He borrowed the power of the Rejuvenation Fruit from his original body and used a soul search to find out Xiang Jun's background. He was an ancient half-saint with a sub-legendary cultivation level. He had lived through the era of Yu the Great. Because he fused with the legendary-level natural treasure, the Reincarnation Flower, he had been reincarnated time and time again. However, because he did not have a legendary will, he was often ignorant and found it difficult to awaken his innate wisdom.

boom!
Xiang Jun's entire body exploded, and strands of power surged out from within him, reshaping into a snow-white lotus flower with thirty-six petals, its fragrance refreshing and invigorating.

As for ancient Han swords, they are only of the finest grade with the ability to possess a spirit, and are not even good enough to be used as toothpicks.

A sigh drifted by softly.

"There is no grudge or enmity between us, Lord Mo Ke, why bother to take action?" The middle-aged man with the knife looked at him with pity and said, "The strong will draw their swords against the stronger, how can you bully the weak?"

Jiang He scoffed, "That sounds like something a weakling would say."

He bullies both the strong and the weak without much prejudice; for some, it's just a matter of time before they become strong.

The middle-aged man's hand holding the knife first clenched tightly, then had to loosen, but suddenly clenched again. In the end, he could only sigh silently. To draw the knife now would mean injury, defeat, or death. Although he was the highest-ranking official of the Southern District Order Bureau, an ordinary legend was absolutely not qualified to meet the throne. Even though the person in front of him was just a divine being, he still contained unparalleled pressure.

"It's my fault for being late."

"not necessarily."

From the direction of Anping Island, a spatial fluctuation swept in, clearing a path, followed by the arrival of the power of time.

Xiang Jun's soul did not perish; he "came back to life."

Jiang He gripped Xiang Jun's neck and said calmly, "This time, I ask you to draw your sword."

The middle-aged man's face was ashen, and his hand holding the knife was almost clenched until it bled. But just as a thousand thoughts were entangled, with a "boom," Xiang Jun's soul and body were destroyed.

Jiang He wiped the blood off her hands and said, "You're quite polite, what a pity."

The middle-aged man died here. The fall of a legend is likely to attract the attention of the supervisor. When the time comes, Jiang He will not mind revealing his legendary peak combat power.

Unfortunately, this guy is two-faced.

The middle-aged man remained silent, his eyes bloodshot. He wanted to roar, but waging war against the King of the Era could easily escalate into a massive chaos that would affect the entire present realm.

"With a single stroke of the sword, ten years of calamity befall the common people."

"Senior, calm down!"

Ye Bulu arrived late, sweat beading on his forehead. The Bureau of Order had to appease the King of the Era. He knew all too well the man's abilities: cognitive interference and spatial power. Anyone who faced him would be in a nightmare. Moreover, based on his observations, Mo Ke was the kind of extreme person who would stage a coup once he gained military power. It was impossible for him to become subservient to the Bureau of Order after he became powerful.

"Humph!"

The middle-aged man snorted coldly and turned to leave.

Jiang He said, "What are you humming about?"

Night Deer: "..."

He realized that from the moment he arrived at the museum, this guy had been deliberately stirring up trouble, clearly aiming for war, and likely inclined to fight first and then negotiate.

Ye Bulu pondered frantically, then suddenly had a flash of inspiration and said, "Lord Mo Ke, the Supervisor is currently not in the present realm. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be in the Myriad Races World discussing alliance matters. The other faction leaders also have their own missions."

Jiang He waved her hand, no longer pressing the matter.

The middle-aged man didn't say anything, but after being strongly persuaded by the analysis department, he left the room.

Ye Bulu gave a brief introduction to the situation of the Myriad Races World. The beings in this world were in a golden age and were originally the core of several surrounding world groups. However, tens of thousands of years ago, they were defeated by the outsider of that generation - the Lord of the Divine Court, the Demon Lord. Since then, the Divine Court World has risen to power.

After a major purge, only powerful races such as the Human Race, the Gu Race, the Witch Race, and the Barbarian Race remain in the World of Myriad Races, and the name "Myriad Races" is no longer worthy of its name.

Since the Golden Age, the cultivation system in the world of myriad races has been divided into nine ranks to one rank. The ninth rank corresponds to ordinary gold, and the first rank corresponds to the peak of legend. As for the few quasi-mythical figures in history, they are transcendent supreme beings, but each has their own constraints.

Legend has it that the Supervisor has infiltrated the Great Qian, the largest human kingdom in the world of myriad races, and has obtained a fairly good position. His entourage has worked hard to build a team called "Watchmen" who have already participated in the affairs of the Great Qian court.

"Leave the present situation at this point."

Jiang He raised an eyebrow and asked, "Has the Supervisor, or rather the Great Evolution God, returned to the sub-mythological realm?"

Ye Bulu gave an awkward smile, "I can't say."

It's not that I don't know, but that I can't say.

Not answering can also be a form of response in certain situations.

Jiang He pondered for a moment. Whether to go to the Galactic Empire or the World of Myriad Races next became a problem. The latter was more important for the current situation, but he was actually unwilling to let the Supervisor take the lead in the operation. He guessed that the old man was quite cunning.

(End of this chapter)