It's impossible not to be shocked.
But didn't Feng Nanshan die thousands of years ago? How could he appear in the Haicheng Special Security Bureau in 2023?
The woman forced herself to sit up, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and then, with her weakened body, forcibly mobilized her spiritual energy. After about two or three seconds, an image appeared in mid-air—it was Wan Jiao and her group.
Who else could that man holding the umbrella, with his long robe, dark hair, and gentle, jade-like demeanor, be but Feng Nanshan?
The woman's eyes instantly welled up with tears.
After thousands of years, she saw him again. If it wasn't a gift from fate, then what was it?
…
With the "Rejuvenation Technique" broken, the entire Haicheng Special Security Bureau instantly regained its former vitality. Cicadas chirped in the trees, fish leaped in the pond...
People who had disappeared also reappeared.
Unlike the animals, all of them were ashen-faced and lifeless.
Feng Nanshan frowned. "We're late."
Amber and Chairman Lan looked extremely grim. These people were pillars of the Sheng Guo Special Security Bureau and the metaphysical world, and now they were in such a half-dead state, what were they going to do?
Ning Jue's expression was grave. "'The Rejuvenation Forbidden Technique' absorbed most of their spiritual power; even if they don't die..."
If it were someone else, they definitely wouldn't be able to resolve this matter.
But Wan Jiao is no stranger.
Since she began accumulating merit to ascend to immortality, the spiritual power in her body has never been exhausted.
Wan Jiao felt that she might be able to replenish the spiritual energy that these people lacked.
Therefore, before Ning Jue could finish speaking, she sat cross-legged on the ground, took out a bundle of special thread from her canvas bag, and threw it out seemingly casually but actually with great skill. Each thread was accurately looped around the wrists of those people.
Seeing this, President Lan realized something and hurriedly stopped Wan Jiao, "Miss Wan, no, there are so many of them, no matter how much spiritual power you have, it won't be enough."
Wan Jiao: "How will you know it's not enough if you don't try?"
President Lan couldn't refute Wan Jiao's words, so she could only look at Amber and say, "Why don't you try to persuade her?"
Amber recalled how Wan Jiao had used her own spiritual power to support a powerful array in the Ghost Cave. He said, "Maybe Wan Jiao really can do it. Old Chairman, we should have faith in her."
President Lan's face turned red with anxiety.
"Amber, you're being ridiculous. How important is spiritual energy to a sorcerer? I know Miss Wan is very strong, but there are over four hundred sorcerers here. How could Miss Wan possibly have all the spiritual energy they're missing..."
Feng Nanshan appeared beside Chairman Lan at some point, his long, slender hand resting on his shoulder. "Be quiet."
President Lan turned to look at Feng Nanshan, his face sour and his tone harsh, "Don't you dare..."
He had only managed to utter four words when he couldn't get them out anymore, because Feng Nanshan gave off a powerful sense of oppression that made it hard for him to breathe.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wan Jiao began to transmit her spiritual power through a specially made thread to the 423 Xuanshu masters, including Cheng Ranzhi. As the spiritual power entered their bodies, their complexions began to regain their rosy hue, and their vitality gradually returned.
Seeing this, Amber breathed a long sigh of relief, thinking to herself: "Xiao Wan truly lives up to her reputation as our Special Security Bureau's star performer; she's gone too far with her strength, hahaha..."
At the same time, Amber secretly decided that the reward for this incident must be more than before.
What does money matter?
As long as he can keep Wan Jiao firmly in the Special Security Bureau, Amber wouldn't even blink an eye if asked to go through fire and water.
Ning Jue's gaze towards Wan Jiao gradually turned into one of adoration. He even wished he could travel back in time to when he first met Wan Jiao and give that blind idiot a good slap across the face. Who told that idiot to judge a book by its cover and prejudicially assume she wasn't a good person?
Hmph, that's absolutely outrageous!!!
…
After Wan Jiao finished transferring spiritual energy to 423 people, her forehead was covered with a fine layer of sweat.
President Lan immediately handed over a handkerchief, "Miss Wan, please wipe yourself."
Wan Jiao took the towel and wiped it while thanking him, "President Lan, thank you very much."
"Xiao Wan, are you alright?" Amber looked at Wan Jiao with a worried expression.
Wan Jiao shook her head.
Amber breathed a sigh of relief, her gaze falling on the people still lying motionless on the ground. "Why haven't they woken up yet?"
Ning Jue beat Wan Jiao to the punch and gave Amber the answer, "The spiritual energy has entered the body, so it will take a while to recover."
"Old Chairman, Mo Bai truly lives up to his reputation as a leader among the younger generation. He knows everything, and I am truly ashamed of myself." After speaking with Chairman Lan, Amber turned to Ning Jue and said, "Mo Bai, are you interested in transferring to the Special Security Bureau headquarters? If you come, I'll make you the captain of the Fifth Team."
"I'm doing fine in Nancheng, so I won't go to the capital." Ning Jue refused decisively.
However, after refusing, he looked at Wan Jiao, "Miss Wan, if you invite me to join your seventh team, I can..."
"Sorry, Team Seven is not short of people." Wan Jiao's refusal was even more decisive than Ning Jue's.
Amber grew anxious and reached out to grab Wan Jiao's arm. "Wan Jiao, Mo Bai is a promising talent. If he joins your Seventh Team, he will definitely be a formidable general. How can you refuse?"
Wan Jiao could tell that Ning Jue was a promising talent.
Feng Nanshan could also see it.
Because Ning Jue was so good, Feng Nanshan sent a telepathic message to Wan Jiao the moment Ning Jue said he wanted to go to the Seventh Team, "Girl, take him under your wing and make him your eldest disciple."
Wan Jiao was almost speechless with shock. "Ancestor, how old am I? How old is Ning Jue? How could he let me take advantage of him like this?"
Feng Nanshan took being unreasonable to the extreme, saying, "I don't care, figure it out yourself."
Wan Jiao: I mean, can you please not ask me these kinds of difficult questions?
A million thoughts raced through Wan Jiao's mind, but she still answered An Bo seriously, "Director An, Qi Mingyu and the others in Team Seven are enough. I don't need to go to the South City Branch to snatch people."
Wan Jiao's words are not without merit.
After all, whether it's the headquarters of the Special Security Bureau or the South City Branch of the Special Security Bureau, they are essentially one family, so there's no need to worry.
Although Amber felt regretful, she still went against her conscience and praised Wan Jiao, "Xiao Wan, your ideological awareness is really high."
…
Chairman Lan, Anbo, and Ning Jue were responsible for getting the unconscious people into the house, while Wan Jiao and Feng Nanshan were wandering around the Haicheng Special Security Bureau.
"Ancestor, logically speaking, she should be severely injured by the backlash and unable to leave this Heng'e Formation. Why can't I sense her presence at all?" Wan Jiao asked, expressing her doubts.
Feng Nanshan could sense that "she" was still there, but Wan Jiao could not sense "her" presence... There was only one possibility.
“She is a human being.” Feng Nanshan’s voice was deep.
Wan Jiao stamped her foot, her eyes wide as she stared at Feng Nanshan. "Ancestor, are you kidding me? You've been dead for thousands of years. She's your old friend. How could she still be human..."
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