Soon, he heard from the people around him that the old man had some kind of rare Heavenly Spiritual Root and that his cultivation was almost at the Foundation Establishment stage.
So, has the world changed completely?
He left his phone number with the driver and hurriedly left the scene, wanting to go find his father to confirm things.
In a small courtyard in the old street area of Qingshi Town, Mu Tingchuan was excitedly telling his neighbor about his gains in the "All People Cultivate Immortals" live broadcast room.
The middle-aged neighbor excitedly said, "Let me tell you, brother, I actually felt the Qi sensation that the sect leader talked about today! Do you think I'm about to enter the sect?"
Mu Tingchuan was also very excited: "Haha, then you'll definitely be there soon! I listened to the live broadcast twice before I could barely catch a tiny bit of spiritual energy!"
The middle-aged man said enviously, "You still need to have spiritual roots. You're definitely going to have great fortune in the future!"
The two became more and more engrossed in their conversation, as if they could already see themselves becoming immortals in the future.
So when Mu Wanzhou walked to the gate of the courtyard, she saw her father, dressed in casual clothes, chatting enthusiastically with a middle-aged man dressed as a farmer.
"Dad!" A clear voice interrupted the two novice cultivators' mutual flattery.
Upon hearing that familiar voice, Mu Tingchuan looked up abruptly, his eyes filled with surprise: "Xiao Zhou!"
His face was beaming with excitement, and he secretly thought that he must take his son to have a spiritual root test later.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man next to him smiled and said, "Oh! Your son is back. Then let's exchange ideas another day!"
After saying that, he greeted Mu Wanzhou warmly and then left in a hurry.
Mu Wanzhou looked at her father with some confusion and asked, "Dad, what exactly happened? Why is everyone talking about the Divine Dragon Scripture all the way here?"
Mu Tingchuan smiled and took out a tablet from his pocket, skillfully opened a video, and handed it to Mu Wanzhou: "Oh! This is what they're talking about. Take a look!"
Mu Wanzhou curiously took the tablet, his eyes glued to the screen. Originally, he only wanted to go home and expose the cult's conspiracy, but as he watched, he found himself unknowingly drawn in.
He subconsciously followed the method taught in the video, capturing the spiritual light spots in the air with each breath. Gradually, he became immersed in it, entering a wondrous state.
Suddenly, a surge of powerful spiritual energy rushed into his body like a whirlwind, and his body involuntarily began to expel black impurities, as if undergoing a miraculous transformation.
Mu Tingchuan stared at the vortex of spiritual energy, his mouth agape in astonishment. He muttered to himself, "My God! This is what they call 'marrow cleansing' online! My son is a genius!"
At this moment, Mu Wanzhou was the one who felt the changes in his body most directly. He felt that his body seemed to have become lighter, as if it had been infused with endless vitality and strength.
The blue light spots, like dragons, broke free of the shackles of his body along his meridians, washing over them again and again, giving him an indescribable and wonderful feeling.
The sensation was like an electric current coursing through the body, or like being immersed in a warm hot spring—it was intoxicating.
Time passed second by second, and Mu Wanzhou was completely immersed in this wonderful experience, forgetting everything around her.
When he finally came to his senses, he realized that the sky outside was gradually brightening, and it was already past midnight.
Then he smelled a foul odor, and incredulously, he sniffed his hand covered in black mud! Ugh!
After he came out of the bathroom, he walked to the door.
He immediately saw his elderly father sitting on the stone bench by the door, his head nodding, clearly asleep.
On the table to the side, the phone was still playing the sermon video on repeat.
Mu Wanzhou's eyes reddened slightly; he had always protected her like this when she was a child.
Cloud Pavilion in the early morning.
Jiang Wanwan called Mo Yan over and told him that he no longer needed to teach online every day, but only needed to do live Q&A sessions occasionally.
He then took out a stack of talismans blessed by a divine dragon and asked him to place them in his live stream as a perk.
Then we went to the square together to prepare for today's two-hour sermon.
At the same time.
Jiang Wanwan's explanation of the Shenlong Sutra was broadcast live simultaneously on square screens, televisions, radios, and school classrooms in major cities.
In particular, the police station where Zhao Ziyang worked was directly tasked by its superiors, who treated watching the live broadcast as a political mission.
Y City, New Star Entertainment City.
"Brother Qiang, the guy you put me with is really powerful. His cultivation level is probably close to Foundation Establishment!"
The red-haired henchman recounted to Yang Qiang how he followed Jiang Qinian and watched him single-handedly take on hundreds of people, beheading them as easily as slicing melons.
Yang Qiang could feel a chill run down his spine. Luckily, he didn't stupidly rush up to confront him.
"Brother Qiang, there's one more thing. Er Gouzi and his gang just came back from collecting protection money!"
Yang Qiang said irritably, "So what if you're back? What's the big deal?"
"They were carried back..."
The younger brother with red hair became less and less confident as he spoke.
"What? Who dares to provoke the Heavenly Dragon Gang?"
Yang Qiang was furious. He slammed his hand on the table, stood up abruptly, and glared at the red-haired henchman.
The red-haired henchman trembled with fear and stammered, "They said those guys were like they'd taken some kind of magic potion, incredibly strong, and they took down their whole gang in one fell swoop!"
Yang Qiang's face turned ashen with rage. He gritted his teeth and said, "Damn it! What exactly happened? How did those people suddenly become so powerful? Investigate! We must find out the truth!"
The red-haired henchman nodded repeatedly, secretly relieved that he wasn't the one collecting protection money, otherwise he would be the one lying on the ground now.
Just then, one of his men rushed over, shouting in a panic, "It's bad, Brother Qiang! A lot of people have come outside, demanding our money back!"
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiang frowned and asked with a puzzled look, "What money?"
He wondered to himself, why would these people suddenly come to my door demanding money? Was there some misunderstanding? Or was someone deliberately trying to cause trouble?
The subordinate replied anxiously, "Make sure to return the protection money that Brother Er Gou usually collects."
Upon hearing this, Yang Qiang flew into a rage, slammed his fist on the table, and roared angrily, "What? These people have gone too far? What are we waiting for? Grab your weapons and give them a good beating! Let them know who's in charge!"
After saying that, Yang Qiang waved his hand, signaling his men to prepare their weapons and get ready to fight the people outside.
However, half an hour later, Yang Qiang and his gang did not stand there imposingly as expected. Instead, they lay on the ground, bruised and battered, groaning in pain.
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