Chapter 530: A Clay Chicken and a Clay Dog, Unable to Withstand a Single Blow

On overseas social platforms, the live video about Huo Qinghuang spread rapidly.

At first, many foreign netizens commented with a sense of joking:

[This woman looks cool, but can she really predict the future? ]

Is she engaging in some kind of religious propaganda?

[I think she is lying, but she has too many fans. ]

But when more and more people looked through her past live broadcast records and found that almost every one of her divinations was extremely accurate, their attitudes began to change.

These evidences were compiled into posts and went viral on platforms such as Reddit, Twitter, and YouTube.

Soon, some rational scientists also began to pay attention to her.

A well-known American quantum physicist wrote on Twitter:

"If her predictions are true, then we need to rethink our relationship to time, consciousness and reality."

At the same time, the people of Country E also began to panic.

Despite the government's denial, panic has spread on social media.

Some people began hoarding food, water, and medicine, and some even called for emigration.

Some people even spontaneously organized an online forum called "On the Eve of Doomsday" to discuss how to survive.

At the same time, in the secret meeting room of MI6 of Country E.

"The Dragon Nation's reaction is very unusual."

The intelligence chief pointed at the screen and said, "Their Taoist temples and Buddhist monasteries have all been put under martial law, and the military's special forces are being deployed to several famous mountains."

"Mystification."

The Minister of Defense sneered, "I have an idea. Since they like to perform so much, why not take this opportunity to confirm the Prime Minister's words and force them to participate in the 'International Supernatural Exchange Competition'?"

A sly light flashed in his eyes, "It's a good opportunity to see how strong their 'immortal cultivators' are."

The Prime Minister looked at him with appreciation: "Perfect! In the name of 'dispelling superstition and promoting communication'.

If they refuse, they are guilty.

If you participate, you can find out the details!

I believe many countries would agree with this.”

That afternoon, the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Country E issued a formal invitation to Country Long.

He proposed to hold the "First International Supernatural Ability Exchange Competition" in Geneva next month, and hinted that "if Longguo does not dare to accept the challenge, it will affect its status in the United Nations."

At an emergency meeting of the Dragon Kingdom's top leaders, the Foreign Minister slammed the table and said, "This is a naked provocation! We must not participate in such a ridiculous competition!"

"No, we're going to participate."

A white-haired old man spoke slowly, "And we have to win."

He looked at Long Weihua in the corner and said, "Count Huo Qinghuang in the delegation as well."

"Chief!"

Long Weihua was shocked, "Her ability is too..."

"This is when we need to shock them."

The old man's eyes were sharp, "Let them see what the true heritage of the Dragon Nation is."

After the meeting, Long Weihua called Huo Qinghuang, but the response he got left him stunned:

"You can come, but I need someone to go with me."

"who?"

"Ao Jiu."

"Why him?"

Long Weihua was a little reluctant.

To Long Weihua and the entire Dragon Kingdom, Ao Jiu is obviously more important than Huo Qinghuang.

After all, he is the only real dragon in Dragon Country and represents the last dragon vein of Dragon Country. No one dares to let anything happen to him.

In the confidential files of Bureau 749, his existence is even more important than Huo Qinghuang.

"He represents the destiny of the Dragon Nation. If he doesn't go, who will?"

On the phone, Huo Qinghuang's voice sounded righteous and confident.

Long Weihua was speechless.

After a long while, he finally said, "Actually, it doesn't matter if Miss Huo doesn't notify us. After all, the Ninth Prince lives with you and doesn't listen to our arrangements."

"Yeah, then why should I waste my time talking to you? I'm hanging up now!"

Huo Qinghuang hung up the phone without any hesitation.

The corners of Long Weihua's mouth twitched slightly, and he hung up the phone helplessly.

"Go tell them the press conference will go ahead as scheduled."

He wiped his face and spoke to the guy with the flat head.

"I'll go right away."

The guy with the flat head glanced at his tired face, but didn't say much in the end.

…

On this day, there were constant flashes of light at the press conference of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of Longguo.

The spokesperson had a "forced" expression on his face and read out the statement in a heavy tone:

"In response to the request of the international community, Longguo has decided to send a delegation to participate in the International Supernatural Ability Verification Competition to be held in Geneva next month. We hope that this will promote cultural exchanges among countries and eliminate misunderstandings..."

The reporters in the audience were recording frantically, and a reporter from Country E couldn't help but whistle.

Only a few astute observers noticed the gleam in the speaker's eyes.

As soon as the press conference ended, Long Weihua received seven encrypted calls.

He walked quickly towards the underground parking lot, and a black car slid silently over.

The car window rolled down, revealing Zhang Tianshi's angular face.

"Come up, I brought you some 'small gifts'."

Inside the secret warehouse of Bureau 749, masters from various factions who usually disliked each other gathered together.

The head of Wudang and the abbot of Shaolin were actually having a friendly exchange, and the Taoist priest of Maoshan was discussing the improvement of talismans with the nun of Emei.

"This is our 'Heavenly Master Seal' from Mount Longhu. I'll lend it to you for use."

Zhang Tianshi held out an ancient jade seal with a lifelike jade dragon coiled on it. "It can suppress mountains and rivers and break all laws."

"Shushan's 'Qingsuo Sword'."

A swordsman in white took off the long sword on his back and said, "Although I am not as good as Ziying, I can definitely kill demons and monsters."

Long Weihua recorded everything, sweat oozing from his forehead.

These treasures, which are usually the most precious treasures of each sect, are now displayed on the table like supermarket goods.

"Well, seniors, if these treasures are lost..."

"If it's lost, it's lost."

Maoshan's headmaster Xuan Lingzi waved his hand and said, "The end of the world is coming, why do you still care about these material things?"

Everyone nodded, with unprecedented unity in their eyes.

The day of departure finally arrived.

There is a crowd of people at the Capital International Airport.

Huo Qinghuang and Ao Jiu stood at the entrance of the terminal hall, with representatives from various sects standing behind them.

They are dressed in Taoist robes, cassocks, and ancient martial arts costumes, as if they have traveled from ancient times, yet they exude the atmosphere of a combination of modern technology and spiritual practice.

Reporters swarmed in, flashbulbs flashing.

Someone interviewed Huo Qinghuang: "What do you think of this competition?"

She smiled slightly: "A bunch of chickens and dogs, vulnerable to attack."

"Well……"

The reporter was stumped by her words and didn't know what to ask next.

Huo Qinghuang himself said, "Okay, go do what you need to do. If you have time, you might as well interview more people from the Taoist and martial arts circles and teach the masses."

These words immediately alerted the reporters, and they swarmed towards Zhang Tianshi and others.

The airport broadcast sounded, reminding passengers to board the plane.

Huo Qinghuang looked back at the land, her heart calm.

Ao Jiu walked up to her and whispered, "Are you ready?"

"Is there still a need to prepare?"

She rolled her eyes.

Ao Jiu chuckled, and the two of them boarded a special plane and flew to Geneva.

Besides them, there were also secret treasures, spells, elixirs, and magic weapons from various sects on this plane...

They lay quietly in the luggage compartment, waiting for the moment to be awakened.