After Chu Mo and Zhang Qidao walked out of the remote military airport in Northeast China, a military off-road vehicle was already waiting for them.
"Greetings, Commander! Greetings, Instructor Chu!"
A man and a woman stepped out of the car and gave the two a respectful and enthusiastic military salute.
The girl was particularly eye-catching; she had a delicate face but a burly figure like a strong man, with arms thicker than Chu Mo's calves.
Those thighs were like two cement blocks, thick and sturdy.
The girl with such a naturally gifted figure was Chen Ruonan, the one who left a deep impression on him, Mai Shiranui.
The man was Zhou Feiyang, the leader of the third group of the eighth squad of the Hidden Blade Brigade.
Upon reaching Chu Mo, the girl unconsciously straightened her back, her face tense, and her gaze anxiously fixed ahead.
The terrifying hill on his chest suddenly became even more majestic and imposing.
Chu Mo nodded slightly at the obviously nervous and shy Mai Shiranui.
Then he turned around, slapped Zhou Feiyang hard on the shoulder, and exclaimed:
"Old Zhou, I never expected to meet you here. It's really fate."
The latter slumped slightly, unable to suppress a grimace, yet felt a deep sense of familiarity.
"Instructor Chu, Captain Ouyang was talking about you the day before yesterday, saying that if he had the chance, he would definitely invite you to the team to give everyone some good guidance."
"Giving pointers is out of the question. My title as an instructor is just an honorary one. Asking me to teach people would be asking too much of me."
Chu Mo quickly shook his head and refused.
"Instructor Chu, this isn't just a title. At least in our Eighth Squad, you are a real instructor!"
Zhou Feiyang looked serious, and even the shy Mai Shiranui nodded repeatedly.
Her delicate and innocent face was filled with seriousness, respect, and a hint of admiration.
Back then, Captain Ouyang led several team leaders on a mission to Nanhua.
The Grand Mage Carlo, who was under surveillance, discovered that the entire army had almost been wiped out.
It was thanks to Chu Mo's timely arrival that everyone was spared from disaster.
Since then, Chu Mo has become a hero of the Eighth Squad, and everyone often talks about him.
In Mai Shiranui's heart, she regarded the young but powerful Chu Mo as her idol.
"Old Zhou, now that you've said that, I feel bad not going. I'll definitely come to see everyone when I have time. Let's head to the Soul Control Sect now."
Chu Mo finished speaking helplessly and strode towards the military vehicle.
Mai Shiranui, standing nearby, rushed over like a startled rabbit to help him open the back door.
Then he quickly ran to the other side to clear the way for Zhang Qidao.
Looking at this energetic yet honest young woman, Zhang Qidao couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Young ladies, it seems that in your hearts, I, the Minister of Military Affairs, am not as important as your Instructor Chu."
"Commander, you are just as important as the instructors!"
Mai Shiranui looked serious and answered firmly.
Seeing that she was a little nervous, Zhang Qidao stopped teasing her and sat in the back seat.
Zhou Feiyang got into the car and sped off.
Chen Ruonan was fiddling with the satellite communication equipment, occasionally reporting the situation here.
"Elder Zhang, it seems the country has many concerns about cultivation sects. Why is that?" Chu Mo asked with slight curiosity.
Zhang Qidao said helplessly:
"It's not so much a concern, but these sects made many contributions to the country at the beginning of its founding, so they will receive preferential treatment to varying degrees."
"Moreover, the Soul Control Sect is not only powerful, but also incredibly wealthy."
"It's not just them; the other so-called reclusive sects are the same."
"Many of the country's giant companies and conglomerates are actually their assets. Their power is not only reflected in their military strength."
Chu Mo was shocked when he heard this, but upon closer reflection, he found it to be quite reasonable.
For ordinary people, the desire of cultivation sects to make money is like a game-changer.
The path of spiritual practice emphasizes wealth, companions, methods, and environment; wealth refers to money.
The fact that wealth is listed first shows how important it is.
Although Chu Mo was cultivating, money seemed to have little effect on him.
That's because his cultivation technique was top-notch, he had a cheat device like a bronze cauldron, and his master gave him a large amount of rare and precious herbs when he first started cultivating.
However, for ordinary people to cultivate, the resources they need must be obtained through money.
Especially at the beginning of cultivation, when your strength is low and you have no money, how will you cultivate and compete with others?
Good things are limited, and the more precious the natural materials, the more expensive they are.
Thus, the richer you are, the more powerful you become, and the more powerful you are, the richer you become. In this cycle, falling behind one step at a time will lead to falling behind every step at a time.
Unless one possesses extraordinary talent or extraordinary luck, catching up is virtually impossible.
Of course, if one's abilities reach a certain level, money becomes irrelevant.
Because they can get whatever they want with their fists.
This is precisely why most extraordinary masters regard money as dirt.
Chu Mo sighed softly.
It seems I need to work twice as hard to earn money.
The price of a sacred artifact must be very high!
I wonder why those great mages haven't come looking for me yet?
Thinking of their sacred artifacts.
Chu Mo felt a little melancholy and lost.
The four foreigners at Nanhua International Airport were unaware of their lateness, which disappointed Chu Mo.
At this point, they had just checked into the Nanhua International Hotel.
...
The military off-road vehicle bumped along the way.
Several hours later.
They had ventured deep into the Changbai Mountains, finally parking their car in front of a majestic peak and beginning their hike into the mountains.
It's late November now, and this place has long since transformed into a world of ice and snow, with everything covered in silver and white, making it exceptionally enchanting.
Chu Mo could clearly feel that the spiritual energy around him had become much denser.
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