Chapter 305: Worth One Million

Chapter 305: Worth a Million

"With those words, I am fully confident of winning the martial arts tournament."

Qi Yuan replied.

After all, as the saying goes, hidden dragons and crouching tigers lurk among the people.

What if among the martial artists there were tigers and dragons?

Ordinary tigers and dragons he did not fear, but if a dragon comparable to a Yang God appeared, then he would be done for.

The bearded man glanced at Carnival, a doubt in his heart.

Qi Yuan, with one sword stroke, had slain that terrifying giant beast; in his eyes, it was akin to a god.

A god attending a mortal martial arts tournament—this was... playing among men.

The bearded man looked at the camp reduced to ruins, a sense of absurdity rising within him.

This camp had been guarded by over three thousand soldiers.

Every kind of weapon was available.

They even had fighter jets.

And yet now, all of it lay in fragments.

This was truly worthy of the legendary title of a "foe of ten thousand."

Just then, a phone ring suddenly broke the silence.

In the ruins, the stillness was absolute, making the ringtone especially jarring.

"Hello, Qi Yuan? The martial arts tournament has started. Why haven't you come?

Where are you now?"

On the other end of the line, Xu Tiehua's voice was anxious.

Besides Xu Tiehua's voice, there was a roar of cheers like crashing waves, clearly they were at the city-level competition venue.

Vaguely, some displeased voices could be heard.

"What time is it? He still hasn't come to compete, and Brother Xu has to call him. What a pampered young master."

"Oh, I don't need to participate in the city-level tournament. I've already passed it; I only need to attend the national one," Qi Yuan replied calmly.

He had used Yang Shan's connections to bypass the city-level tournament and go straight to the national one.

He only needed to pass a single test.

"Huh?" Xu Tiehua on the other end was stunned, never expecting such an outcome. "You... attending the national tournament?"

Xu Tiehua knew Qi Yuan's identity—he was the orphan of a martyr.

Aside from his girlfriend being a celebrity with some influence, Qi Yuan's family background was merely ordinary.

How had he pulled strings?

"How... did you manage that?" Xu Tiehua couldn't help asking.

"Simple. Because I am very strong," Qi Yuan answered truthfully.

Yang Shan had agreed to Qi Yuan's request for special treatment precisely because Qi Yuan was strong enough, having reached the martial arts limit.

Masters at the martial arts limit could enter the tournament through other channels.

"Besides, I have a mental illness certificate. Participating in a national martial arts tournament... isn't that reasonable?" Qi Yuan said openly.

He was lawful good; he never used back channels.

There was a moment of silence on the other end, then Xu Tiehua said, "In that case... see you at the national competition!"

Xu Tiehua was skeptical of Qi Yuan's words.

He didn't believe Qi Yuan could skip the city level and go straight to the national one.

Qi Yuan had only been training at Mingwu Martial Arts Hall for three months and didn't even have a martial artist certificate. How could he participate in a national-level tournament?

The call ended.

Xu Tiehua looked at the remaining two and said slowly, "Junior Brother Qi Yuan isn't joining. It's just the three of us this time."

"No wonder he kept avoiding practice for the team matches earlier.

So he was scared and didn't dare to compete."

"True. With his strength—no martial artist certificate—if he ran into any opponent, he'd probably break bones and be bedridden for half a month. Not coming was the wise choice."

The two remaining contestants spoke, their words tinged with a hint of contempt for Qi Yuan.

Desertion on the eve of battle was the most shameful act.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan's phone buzzed with a message from Wang Shiqiao.

"You've got some nerve, standing up Xu Tiehua like that.

You know, he's a man who can attend the funeral of the Black Crystal Count.

And you... where have you run off to?

You're not really too scared to show up for the tournament, are you?"

"I... went abroad."

"Abroad? With your female driver girlfriend? You two aren't on a honeymoon, are you?"

"Nonsense. I'm in Wugui now."

"Heh, you're full of it. If you don't want to say, just don't. 'Wugui' indeed."

Wang Shiqiao clearly didn't believe him.

Wugui was at war with Yuelang. How could an ordinary person like Qi Yuan go to a war zone?

That would be asking for death.

Not to mention that Wugui was hostile to Qinyuan.

A Qinyuan national going to Wugui was suicide.

After a few more idle exchanges, Qi Yuan stopped talking. He looked at Carnival and the bearded man and said, "Wenmin is waiting ahead. Let's take the car and leave."

Hearing this, Carnival felt a whirlwind of emotions.

He looked at the ruins around them and nodded firmly. "Okay."

The bearded man's face showed worry. "If the Wugui people find out what happened here, they won't let it go.

Especially the lab under the dungeon—it's clearly the work of the Wu Cult.

Maybe it was an experiment conducted with Canxing's support."

Canxing's deep ties with Wugui were no secret.

The terrifying giant beast they had just seen—its technology and methods—were very much in Canxing's style.

Now, the camp was destroyed, and their experiments were exposed.

The Kingdom of Wugui would certainly not let them off.

As for the mysterious Canxing, the bearded man felt even more fear.

"Relax, with me here, how could they capture you?" Qi Yuan said with ease, "If I didn't have so many things to do, I might just go to the Wu Sect headquarters right now."

"Sir, you must be careful. Behind the Kingdom of Wugui are not only the Ancient Wu Kingdom but even Canxing. Do not act rashly," the bearded man quickly advised.

Although the military strength of the Kingdom of Wugui was not strong, they still possessed some cutting-edge weapons.

Light-speed disintegrator guns and missiles capable of destroying a mountain.

None of these weapons could be withstood by human strength.

They were even said to be enough to slay gods.

Qi Yuan glanced sideways at the bearded man: "Mm, I have always been very cautious. I do not do things without certainty."

As he spoke, he looked up at the stars in the sky.

The day for him to form his golden core was drawing near.

After forming the golden core, his strength would greatly increase, and he should have some ability to protect himself.

"Let's go."

He led the two men toward a distant town.

...

"Priest... it's bad! Force God Number One in our test area suddenly went berserk, and then... went silent!"

In the Wu Sect, a believer's face was full of anxiety.

Force God Number One was a divine weapon they had created.

This weapon could withstand ten thousand troops.

It had been kept secret all along.

But now, Force God Number One had suddenly gone berserk.

Moreover, it was in the military camp—one could imagine what great chaos it would cause.

"Quickly contact Guo Tanran and ask what happened. We must suppress Force God Number One!" The priest's expression was shocked.

Force God Number One had actually gone berserk.

Upon hearing this, the believer's face turned extremely grim: "We can't reach them. All the officers in the camp... are unreachable.

Our squad has already headed to that camp."

The priest was taken aback: "Unreachable? Could it be that... Force God Number One destroyed the camp..."

A terrifying thought arose in the priest's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

Force God Number One was strong, but it was still in its infancy—how could it compare to an entire legion?

"The military is also rushing there. It shouldn't be long before we get results."

The believer said calmly.

"In that case, it must be just an accident." The priest breathed a sigh of relief.

He guessed that Force God Number One had suddenly awakened and gone berserk, disrupting the local communication equipment, making everything seem strange.

Once the squad arrived at the camp, everything would be resolved.

"Keep an eye on these matters and inform me of any news. I will go see the Holy Son," said Priest Fengqi, his eyes unable to hide a look of admiration when mentioning the Holy Son.

The Holy Son of the Wu Sect was the most revered person in the sect after the Sect Leader.

Even the twelve priests were inferior to him.

And now, the Holy Son had married the daughter of a Canxing general, elevating his status in the Wu Sect even above the Sect Leader.

The priest left the manor and took a special car to another manor.

In the manor, there was a training ground.

Priest Fengqi arrived and looked at the Holy Son in the center of the training ground, a look of shock in his eyes: "The Holy Son's strength... is becoming more terrifying."

The old man beside him said with a chuckle: "With the gene potions from Canxing, the Holy Son will soon rival the gods."

Then, in the center of the training ground, the Holy Son let out a loud shout.

His eyes turned bloodshot in that instant.

He picked up an iron rod and exerted force with both arms.

Boom!

A loud crash rang out as the iron rod snapped with a sound.

He had actually crushed the iron rod.

Such immense strength was beyond human capability. Even warriors who had taken advanced gene potions could not do this.

"The Holy Son's strength is growing ever greater. It won't be long before he can rival Wu God!" At this, Priest Fengqi could not help but flatter.

Wu God was the deity worshipped by the Wu Sect.

In myths and legends, Wu God could walk carrying a mountain on his back.

A hint of pride appeared in the Holy Son's eyes: "Give me enough time, and I will surely surpass Wu God!"

He was full of ambition, but deep in his eyes, there was also a trace of worry.

"How is the God-Making Project progressing?" The Holy Son's eyes showed a flash of tension.

The God-Making Project created all kinds of terrifying giant beasts.

These terrifying beasts were not meant to be used as war weapons, but rather... as nutrients.

Nutrients for him.

After devouring them, his strength would be greatly enhanced.

"Everything is progressing steadily.

With this war, our progress has actually accelerated," the old man said with a chuckle.

In peacetime, doing such things required caution.

But in wartime, the disappearance of a few thousand people meant nothing.

Fengqi also smiled, choosing to conceal the matter of Force God Number One: "Everything is normal. All the drug slaves have been captured. We only lack time."

The Holy Son nodded: "Speed up the progress. After the world resets, in another ten years, when spiritual energy revives, there will likely be cultivators who rival the gods. I must have strength to match them!"

Mentioning this, the Holy Son felt a sense of urgency.

Spiritual energy revival, world transformation.

According to the guidance of Wu God, at that time, the entire Gongxing would reveal a great treasure trove before the world.

Only by mastering power could one master this astonishing treasure.

"Rival the gods..." Fengqi mused, "The Holy Son will surely surpass the gods!"

"Hmph, these gods are nothing like the weakling deities in myths and legends.

Ordinary missiles and light-based weapons are utterly useless against them.

Only the Eye of Heaven and the most cutting-edge arms of the Radiant Star can stand a chance.

After all, these are gods among cultivators—the mighty Divine Infant!"

As the Saint spoke of this, his face was filled with awe.

He was not a Reawakened One.

But he had Reawakened Ones under his command.

He knew that in ten years, the spatial rift would tear wide open, and a flood of cultivators would descend upon the world.

Among them would be those called gods—the Divine Infant greats.

Even if countless missiles rained down upon them, they could not harm a Divine Infant in the slightest.

Only weapons on the level of the Eye of Heaven could precisely annihilate a Divine Infant.

The Saint harbored lofty ambitions: within a decade, he aimed to stand shoulder to shoulder with the gods, and even surpass the Crow God!

Just then, the Seal Priest’s expression suddenly darkened.

His communicator had gone off—with the highest-priority alert.

The Saint glanced at it and said casually, "Answer it."

The Seal Priest hastily opened the communicator, his voice heavy: "What’s the matter?"

"Priest, it’s bad… Force God Number One… is gone!"

"What?!" The Seal Priest’s face twisted in shock. He stole a glance at the Saint, a flicker of fear in his eyes, and his voice turned shrill: "What exactly happened?!

Did the people at Little Yellow Beach Garrison kill Force God Number One?

And Guo Tanran—where is he? Tell him to come see me!"

The Seal Priest was furious beyond measure.

Force God Number One was a treasure—far more precious to the Saint than the entire garrison of three thousand soldiers.

Even if those three thousand soldiers died, Force God Number One must not be harmed!

"Priest… Guo Tanran… and everyone at Little Yellow Beach Garrison… are all dead."

"What?!" The Seal Priest was utterly stunned.

All dead?

How could that be?

Had Qin Yuanguo, without a second thought, fired an Eye of Heaven at Little Yellow Beach Garrison?

"Priest, the military has a video of it—I’m sending it to you.

And there’s also a recording from someone in the nearby town… I’m sending that too."

The Seal Priest’s heart trembled with agitation and anxiety.

The Saint’s gaze grew deep and piercing, a hint of surprise mingling within.

That was Little Yellow Beach Garrison—guarded by over three thousand soldiers.

Even a god-level Divine Infant would have to pay a heavy price to wipe out a garrison of that caliber.

And yet, Little Yellow Beach Garrison had been completely annihilated?

Nervously, the Seal Priest opened the video. The Saint immediately leaned in, and the old man beside them also stared with a grim expression.

The video showed what had once been a steel fortress—now nothing but rubble.

Corpses, shattered walls, wrecked armored vehicles and cannons—everything was there.

The entire military base looked like a wasteland.

The Saint’s pupils contracted: "It’s not a missile barrage, nor the Eye of Heaven. What the hell happened?"

The old man was equally stunned.

The scene in the video was too horrifying.

A garrison of three thousand soldiers… gone, without a sound.

"Let’s look at the recording from the nearby town," the old man suggested, recalling something.

The three of them turned their attention to the communicator.

On the screen, everything was bathed in blood-red light.

A sword, massive as a small mountain, slammed into the ground!

The entire military base instantly turned into a blood-red sphere… and then, in a flash, returned to stillness.

The Saint’s eyes narrowed sharply, a look of terror spreading across his face: "This is… a god!"

It had to be the work of a god!

In that moment, the Saint felt a suffocating sense of threat.

A god-level powerhouse… had come to the Arch Star ten years early.

Suddenly feeling unsafe, the Saint wanted to flee to the Radiant Star.

After all, only the Radiant Star could truly contend with the gods—even suppress their power!

…

The car sped along, then screeched to a halt.

About a few minutes later, Qi Yuan stuffed a head into a bag and tossed it to Yaji.

"Pack it up—this head is worth a million."

Qi Yuan was delighted.

He hadn’t expected such a windfall.

They had killed their targets and fled, driving out of Wugui Country.

There were no pursuers behind them yet.

But ahead, they ran into some Wugui soldiers looking for a quick meal.

Those soldiers had stopped Qi Yuan’s car.

Originally, Qi Yuan planned to pay a little to get past.

But then he noticed that among that bunch of soldiers was the guy who had been trading insults with Wang Shikao online for a whole month.

So, without hesitation, he took care of the man and cut off his head.

Wang Shikao had said she’d pay a million if someone killed that bastard for her.

And now… wasn’t that million in his pocket?

Qi Yuan was overjoyed—saving someone and making extra cash on the side.

Yaji held the bloodless head, his heart racing, but he could only hold it tightly.

Big Beard was speechless inside.

This head is worth a million?

Is it that valuable?

In the military base, with so many officers, if you just cut off a few heads, it would probably be worth several million.

Of course, speechless as he was, he still had intelligence and dared not question Qi Yuan.

"These people really have audacity, robbing us of all people," Big Beard couldn't help but sigh.

At that moment, Qi Yuan thought of something and suddenly said worriedly, "Not good, I've found a fatal flaw. We're doomed."

"What's wrong?" Big Beard's heart skipped a beat.

Kuanghuan was also startled; he rarely saw such an expression in Mr. Qi's eyes.

Could there be something even Mr. Qi couldn't handle?

That would be huge!

"If I'm holding this head, can I get through security? How do I return to the country?

I'm a law-abiding citizen; I can't do anything illegal or against the rules.

But this is a million RMB—how many bowls of beef noodles could that buy?"

Qi Yuan was very reluctant.

He wavered back and forth between morality and profit.

Kuanghuan was stunned, then said, "Mr. Qi, don't worry, I'll help you get this head through security. No problem!"

"You can do it?" Qi Yuan seemed a bit pleased, "Then I'll leave it to you. Remember, don't break any laws."

"Mm-hmm, I'll definitely follow the rules!" Kuanghuan nodded. Having spent so much time with Qi Yuan, he was already familiar with his style.

Big Beard was completely bewildered.

Break the law?

You've killed thousands of people... and you're law-abiding?

(End of chapter)