Chapter 437 Delegation Visit
Is it humiliating?
The French diplomat, who had always maintained an aristocratic demeanor, was now deathly pale, his lips trembling slightly, unable to utter a single word.
He looked down at the expensive handmade leather shoes on his feet, then looked up at the students riding swords in the distance.
humiliation?
No, this is not an insult.
This is a blatant, species-level attack.
"Keep up."
Cheng Gan didn't give them any more time to process their emotions. He turned around and walked along the white jade path into the depths of the fairyland.
The delegation members mechanically followed behind her, and no one dared to speak.
They felt like ants who had strayed into the land of giants, taking each step with extreme caution, afraid that they might be crushed into dust by some unseen force if they were not careful.
Not far ahead was a wide square where hundreds of young disciples dressed in the same Taoist robes were sitting cross-legged, breathing exercises with their eyes closed.
As they breathed, faint white wisps of air emerged from their mouths and noses, resembling dragons or snakes.
"What...what is this doing?"
One of the U.S. technical advisors couldn't help but whisper a question to the liaison officer beside him.
The liaison officer didn't know how to answer either, and could only give him a pleading look.
Cheng Gan kept walking without even turning around.
On the contrary, at the very back of the line, a handyman disciple who was sweeping the floor heard this, stopped sweeping, and naturally replied:
"Oh, this is the 'qi-guiding' stage of the morning practice that the senior brothers and sisters are doing. It can be considered the most basic foundation-building method."
The most...most basic?
The American advisor felt as if his brain had been hit by a heavy hammer.
This scene of billowing clouds and spitting out mist was already a miracle in their eyes, but the result was only "the most basic".
Before he could react, a series of whooshing sounds came from the other side of the training ground.
They looked in the direction of the sound and saw two young disciples sparring.
There were no earth-shattering special effects they imagined, only the most simple and unadorned sword moves.
A disciple held a wooden sword and gently swung it.
A crescent-shaped white sword aura shot out from the sword and silently swept past a rockery at the edge of the training ground.
"laugh--"
The artificial mountain, several meters high, was smoothly cut in the middle, with the upper half slowly sliding down, the cut as smooth as a mirror.
The other disciple neither dodged nor evaded, but simply pointed his fingers like a sword and lightly touched the ground in front of him.
A transparent shield, resembling ripples of water, appeared instantly.
"bite!"
The sword energy struck the shield with a crisp sound before vanishing without a trace.
"Senior Brother Li, your 'Splitting Light Sword Qi' is still so sharp, I can hardly block it anymore."
"Junior Brother Wang, you flatter me. Your 'shield' is becoming more and more proficient. It seems that you are about to master this spell."
The two disciples finished their moves, bowed to each other, and began to exchange their insights.
Inside the delegation, the German general stared intently at the cut-open artificial mountain, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on his forehead.
As a soldier, he knew the power of that sword energy better than anyone else.
Silent, high-speed, with amazing cutting power.
If this were used on the battlefield...
He dared not think any further.
"They...are only using wooden swords?" the general from Grizzly Bear Kingdom asked in a hoarse voice.
The liaison officer nodded: "Yes, General."
"What if it were a real weapon?"
No one answered him, because everyone knew the answer.
Cheng Gan led them forward, passing through a medicinal garden planted with exotic flowers and herbs, and then past a palace where pills were being refined.
They saw a disciple throw a pile of ordinary herbs into the alchemy furnace, and several hours later, what was opened was a few pills that shone with light and emitted a strange fragrance.
They saw disciples using spirit stones to deduce on a sand table, and with their fingers and palms, wind, rain, thunder, and lightning appeared out of thin air, evolving into all sorts of mysterious formations.
The more they see, the heavier their hearts become.
This is not a myth; it is a complete and extraordinary civilization with a rigorous system of inheritance and advancement.
They were like a group of primitive people with stone spears and wooden clubs, watching a modern industrial base in operation.
Ignorant, insignificant, laughable.
Finally, Cheng Gan stopped in the middle of an empty square.
A huge and intricate pattern is carved on the ground of the square.
"Next stop, Kunlun Academy," Cheng Gan said succinctly.
"Kunlun Academy?"
The members of the delegation looked at each other in bewilderment.
They certainly knew about Kunlun Academy, but... how did they get there?
"Do we... need transportation?" a representative asked cautiously, no longer daring to mention the word "private jet."
Cheng Gan glanced at him as if he were a fool.
"Stay close."
After saying that, she took the lead and walked into the pattern in the center of the square. The delegation hesitated for a moment, but still followed her in with a stiff upper lip. Just as the last person stepped into the pattern.
"Buzz—"
The white light instantly engulfed everyone's vision. Before they could adjust, when the light faded and they opened their eyes again, they were all petrified.
If Yunlan University was once a paradise on earth, it still retained many traces of modern technology.
The place they are in now is a completely celestial realm.
In the distance, there were no longer floating palaces and pavilions, but majestic sacred mountains that were truly suspended in the starry sky, with waterfalls cascading down each mountain and the Milky Way hanging upside down.
The refreshing scent in the air was more than ten times stronger than before. They took just one breath and felt their bodies being cleansed once again, and even their spirits seemed to be elevated.
The cries of cranes rise, and cranes take flight in unison, creating a dreamlike and enchanting scene.
The French diplomat's legs buckled, and he could no longer support himself, collapsing to the ground.
After the delegation visited Kunlun Academy, everyone was speechless. It turned out that their previous resistance, waiting, and deliberation were worthless in the eyes of the other party.
At this moment, when they recalled what Immortal Cheng had said earlier, "The fact that you can still stand here and speak to me is the greatest respect you can show," it held a completely different weight in their hearts. If they had been somewhat unconvinced before, now they were filled with nothing but gratitude.
Yes, China now possesses the power to destroy their nation through violence. Giving them the opportunity to cooperate is truly the greatest respect. In other words, if their country controlled this power, would they be willing to cooperate? Probably... no.
After another dizzying spin, when the delegation members regained their senses, they found themselves standing in a simply decorated, modern conference room.
The room was bright and clean, with white walls and a metallic conference table.
This place is familiar to them; it's just a regular meeting room they use regularly.
It only took a second to go from the realm of gods to the mortal world.
The stark contrast gave everyone a dizzying, unreal feeling.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Cheng Han said, standing at the head of the conference table, her gaze calmly sweeping over the group of distraught dignitaries.
The members of the delegation stared blankly at her, like puppets whose souls had been ripped out. Their minds were still stuck in the fairyland and the cranes they had just seen, unable to process the information before them.
Cheng Gan paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak: "Everything you have seen today."
"Whether it's the breathing exercises, swordsmanship, elixirs, or formations at Yunlan University."
"It is still the floating sacred mountain of Kunlun Holy Land."
"These are just the basic teaching courses for newly initiated disciples of our Huaxia Immortal Sect."
"Today's tour has come to an end."
"We'll discuss the cooperation details again tomorrow."
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