"Why try to win them over?" Ye Xingchen asked.
"Because even the world's major powers can't handle this place, it's dependent on us. This is a demonstration of our strength."
Mr. Ling said, "Moreover, geographically speaking, this place is exactly like a nail driven into the heart of a neighbor to the west."
"Understood. Let's talk about it after I've dealt with the dragon vein." Ye Xingchen smiled slightly.
Deep in the mountains.
The group gathered in a cave.
One of them was none other than Sato Matsuichi, who was surrounded by several bodyguards and some Onmyoji dressed in Onmyoji robes.
These people are all from the Jiuju lineage.
The young man was none other than Shinmu Yuta, a descendant of the Nine Chrysanthemum lineage.
“Sato-kun, we are deep in the mountains, guarding a natural stronghold. The people of the Huaxia Xuanyu Pavilion will not find us so easily.” Shinmu Yuta sat in front of the fire.
“Even so, we cannot let our guard down,” Sato Matsuichi said in a deep voice. “The Chinese are not so easily fooled.”
“Mr. Sato, I have a question.” Yuta Kamu raised his head, his face flickering in the firelight.
"What's the problem?"
“Yagyu Yuzuru and Oda Noboru have both perished,” said Shinmu Yuta. “Moreover, eighty years ago, many of our soldiers shed their blood on the land of China.”
"So many people were sacrificed just to complete a project called Apocalypse. I want to ask, was it really worth it?"
“Shinmu-kun.” Sato Matsu suddenly stood up and said angrily, “Your faith has wavered, which is a terrible thought.”
"I was merely raising a question that had been bothering me; I meant nothing else. Please do not doubt my loyalty to the Emperor." Shinmu Yuta shook his head.
Sato Matsuichi stood for a moment, then slowly squatted down. He sighed softly, "Shinmu-kun, I know the doubts in your heart."
“I once had the same confusion as you, but when I saw our country being hit by earthquakes and tsunamis.”
"It is like a lone boat on the sea, swaying with the wind, and could capsize at any moment."
"If this lone boat is truly swallowed by the waves, what will become of our people, our descendants?"
“This…” Shinmu Yuta’s expression gradually turned serious.
"Therefore, the Apocalypse Project came about. China is a vast and resource-rich land with a prosperous nation. Even if it takes ten generations of effort, we must ensure the success of the Apocalypse Project," said Sato Matsuichi in a deep voice.
“I understand, I’m sorry, Mr. Sato.” Yuta Kamu stood up and bowed deeply.
“Back then, we set up more than one dragon-locking formation in this dragon vein. I will go and confuse the enemy. The success or failure of this matter is in the hands of the Divine Martial Lord.” Sato Matsu bowed deeply.
“Mr. Sato, I swear that even if all members of the Kujuku lineage perish, we will protect Japan and ensure its prosperity.” Shinmu Yuta bowed deeply.
Ye Xingchen had already set off, and Su Jin, Li Chengyun, and the others followed.
I flew to Guicheng, then drove to a place called 'Tenshuju'. After passing Tenshuju, there were endless mountains, rolling hills, stretching as far as the eye could see.
Ye Xingchen drove towards Tian Shou Ju, but when he was still dozens of kilometers away from Tian Shou Ju, his tire suddenly burst with a loud bang.
Ye Xingchen gripped the steering wheel and brought the car to a stop.
This is a national highway, there aren't many cars, and there's a repair shop not far ahead.
Ye Xingchen glanced at the map; the distance of several dozen kilometers wasn't far for him. He sped up and arrived in an hour.
He planned to leave the car on the side of the road and ignore it, but just then, a tow truck drove up and stopped on the side of the road.
"Hey bro, flat tire, got punctured? We're from the repair shop up ahead." A man with a buzz cut got out of the car and offered a cigarette.
"No, thank you." Ye Xingchen, who doesn't smoke, asked, "Are you a mobile tire repair shop?"
"Yes, it'll be quick and won't delay anything." The crew-cut man said with a smile, "The next stop is the Tenshu Bureau. Once inside, it's all mountains, no people, let alone a repair shop. Let's fix the tire here."
"Okay, let's fix it." Ye Xingchen thought that fixing a tire would only take ten minutes, and wouldn't cause any trouble. After entering the mountains, there would inevitably be several fierce battles, so it would be good to conserve his strength.
"Guys, let's get to work," the crew-cut man called out. Two strong young men got out of the car and began patching the tire.
During this time, the man with the buzz cut was very enthusiastic, chatting with Ye Xingchen and asking her all sorts of questions.
"Brother, you went in for tourism? This is a great place. Adventurous tourists often go in alone. It's a popular route," said the crew-cut man.
"I guess so," Ye Xingchen nodded. "Are there many people going into the mountains?"
“There are many, not only domestic, but also foreign friends,” the crew-cut man said with a smile.
"Foreign friends?" Ye Xingchen frowned slightly. "Which country are they from?"
"Yes..." the man with the buzz cut was about to answer when a mechanic called out, "Brother, the tire is fixed."
"It's fixed, brother. Let's go take a look." The crew-cut man said with a smile, leading Ye Xingchen to the car.
The tire repair is passable; at least it can be opened.
Ye Xingchen nodded in satisfaction: "How much?"
"Seven thousand," the man with the buzz cut said slowly, lighting a cigarette.
"How much?" Ye Xingchen wondered if he had misheard.
"Seven thousand," the crew-cut man repeated, then smiled and said, "Brother, don't think it's expensive. It's not easy to run a car repair shop in this remote mountain area."
"Besides, this place is in the middle of nowhere, so if something happens, no one will know. We're all just trying to make a living, it's not easy for us, please understand."
"Okay, seven thousand it is." Ye Xingchen nodded, not caring about the amount of money.
In sparsely populated areas like this, it's normal for cases of people being ripped off to happen from time to time.
He had some cash with him, and as he was counting the bills, a muscular mechanic snatched the money from his hand: "What are you counting? The guys worked hard fixing your car, what's wrong with giving you a few extra bills?"
That stack of money was at least ten thousand. The money itself didn't matter, but the attitude of these people really annoyed Ye Xingchen.
“Friend, isn’t this inappropriate?” Ye Xingchen stared at him and said, “The price was agreed upon, and you’re raising the price at the last minute. I think it’s a bit unfair to do this.”
"Hehe, so kind?" The group exchanged glances and couldn't help but laugh.
The man with the buzz cut walked up to Ye Xingchen, and two repairmen, each holding a wrench as thick as an arm, surrounded Ye Xingchen from behind.
"What do you mean by this? Are you going to resort to violence?" Ye Xingchen stared at the group of people, showing no fear whatsoever.
“Friend, don’t risk your life for a few bucks. It’s not worth it.” The man with the buzz cut tilted his head and stared at Ye Xingchen. “In this desolate wilderness, killing a person is no different from killing a chicken.”
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