On this day at 8 pm, after the sun had set, at Tianjing West City Prison.
Cao Jianrong placed his hands behind his back and, looking at the large group of convicts in front of him, cleared his voice and loudly shouted, "Today I've called everyone here because I have a huge piece of good news to tell you! Everyone pay attention, you're not allowed to be distracted or discuss with one another! Or else, if the opportunity is missed, you'll definitely regret it!"
Of course, though Cao Jianrong said this, quite a number of convicts below still secretly exchanged whispers. "Hey, what exactly is the matter? What opportunity? He's called us out so late at night, what opportunity would there be?" "How would I know, but this stern-faced warden won't easily get us to assemble. He's asked all of us to come out today, there's definitely something big going on! Are there any well-informed brothers who know what's the matter?" "I've heard some news that it's related to Brother Dao, Brother Fei, and the rest, but I'm not sure about the exact details." 
Just then, Cao Jianrong waited till there wasn't much noise left below, then he said, "Today, I've called everyone here to announce two things. Number one, I'll play a basketball competition video clip for everyone!"
Once he said this, there was immediate chaos below!
Basketball competition! They'd stayed here ranging from one year or so to eight to ten years, and usually, it'd be a special grant if they were allowed to play ball games—something as beautiful as cake dropped from the sky. Unexpectedly, today, this famous stern warden had said that he'd let everyone watch basketball. Had the sun risen from the west?
But nevertheless, since Cao Jianrong said this, he'd definitely not go back on his word. As expected, after everyone had become silent and the entire place was completely silent, Cao Jianrong got someone to carry over the big screen and projector, and very soon, the basketball competition of Wanhao vs Flying Bull had started.
After Xiao Dao and the others appeared, all the convicts cheered loudly. "It's Brother Dao! It's Brother Dao's competition!" "Hahahaha! Awesome, awesome! It's just so great today, I've already heard before that Brother Dao is following Young Master, but I didn't expect that he'd start playing in competitions so soon!" "Would there be disadvantages by working for Young Master? I'm still keeping the cigarettes given by Young Master. I couldn't bear to use them!"
Very soon, the competition started. Initially, Xiao Dao and the others suffered defeat one after another. All the convicts shouted till their voices were hoarse, cheering Xiao Dao and the others on. Alas, very soon, there was a drastic change on the court. Following the shouting of that classic slogan "For Young Master's Sake," all the convicts were stunned!
Xiao Dao and the others had completely changed the situation where they were being oppressed and trampled all around on the court. The Wanhao basketball team whose members were much taller than them were beaten till they couldn't even raise their heads, and they had even been knocked flying all over the court due to reasonable collision. They were indeed unlucky, and they were hit till they were injured all over. After the competition ended, all of them had bruises and swollen faces, and they limped as they walked, looking like they wouldn't be able to participate in any more competitions for the time being…
While everyone was still in shock, Cao Jianrong decided to strike while the iron was hot and told everyone about the advertisements that Xiao Dao and the others were endorsing.
This time, it resulted in an uproar among all the convicts!
"Brother Dao and the others have actually started endorsements and advertisements! Oh God, they're really making their comebacks overnight!" "Yes, even Big Fei is endorsing for products. Even that frivolous Fourth De Zi is doing endorsements and advertisements!" "What the heck, they're really too glamorous now! We are convicts! Even convicts can become advertising spokespersons!" "And it looks like the endorsement fees are quite big!"
"Silence! Silence!" Cao Jianrong took the loudspeaker and loudly shouted, "Silence, everyone!"
Very soon, all the convicts became silent.
Cao Jianrong said, "Now everyone can see it. Cheng Quandao and the others were spotted by Young Master and sent over. Now they have great futures! Does everyone know how much their endorsement fees is?"
All the convicts below desperately shook their heads.
"Starting from 10 million!" Cao Jianrong proudly said, "Starting from 10 million! Everyone, how do you feel upon hearing this amount? Are you very shocked and shaken?!"
"Oh God, 10 million in advertisement and endorsement fees!" "Before I came in here, my yearly salary was only a little over 10,000!" "10 million! You can't win so much even in the lottery, right?!" 
After all the convicts had finished their discussions, Cao Jianrong continued, "Now, the opportunity has been placed in front of everyone. This is the second thing I told you about. Everyone, reform well in here and work hard to reduce your jail sentence. After you get out, if you're lucky to be able to join Young Master's team, even if you're not the same as Cheng Quandao and the others, but at least you won't need to worry about food and clothing! Everyone, listen carefully. Young Master is your heaven. In this lifetime, if you're able to sell your lives for Young Master, then you'll be able to get great benefits!"
All the convicts shouted loudly like wild wolves: "Sell our lives for Young Master! For Young Master's Sake!" "For Young Master's Sake!"
…
Of course, after this basketball competition had ended, the emergence of Dali Divine Sect had nourished some and made many others extremely troubled as well.
For instance, the Bureau Chief.
Currently, the Bureau Chief was sitting opposite that mysterious middle-aged man on the sofa. His expression was extremely conflicted, and to describe it on a deeper level, it was pained.
"This rascal, he has actually made that so-called Dali Divine Sect. This is really… What should we say about this?" The Bureau Chief rubbed his temples violently. He'd watched that basketball competition of Wanhao vs Flying Bull. But it was very normal to win or lose in competitions. Though Flying Bull basketball team won in a strange manner, but compared to this, that Dali Divine Sect was already enough for him to be troubled over.
"Recently, the price of gold has plunged quite heavily, and I've become very busy. This Hong Dali just had to add to my trouble. Moreover, the matter is becoming bigger and bigger. Now, there must be almost 5 million members in Dali Divine Sect already, right?" The mysterious middle-aged man was in a very difficult position as well. After all, to ordinary citizens, they'd probably just feel delighted that such a Dali Divine Sect which could make people lucky had been created. But to the nation, it was a latent risk. It just had to be that the problem was that Dali Divine Sect only had that one line slogan. You couldn't even investigate about it, and now everybody shouted "For Young Master's Sake, Dali Creates Miracles" even when they had their meals. How could you arrest anyone?
But if people weren't arrested and someone intently instigated things, it would very easily cause public disorder. That wasn't a joke. 
"I feel that we can only guide public opinion regarding this matter." The Bureau Chief frowned and thought for a while, then he suggested. "Take over Dali Divine Sect's website. We can't allow it to be in the hands of the public. Just say that it's been taken over for use by the nation. Try our best to guide the public towards the correct path on the website and the discussions, don't make the situation till they shout this line even when they're committing robbery. Otherwise, that will spell big trouble."
Upon hearing what the Bureau Chief said, the mysterious middle-aged man laughed and said, "Hehe, we can only do this. But once I think about how a robber would probably shout out first 'For Young Master's Sake, Dali Creates Miracles' before he commits robbery, that'd completely destroy the image of our Heavenly State…" Speaking up to this point, the mysterious middle-aged man smiled and waved his hand, then said, "Guard more heavily against it, probably even Hong Dali himself doesn't know about this matter. Honestly, I can't bear to ask him to tone it down. Otherwise, in the future, it'll be difficult to handle. Forget it, let's not talk about this. Have you secretly investigated those five people at Flying bull, what exactly is the matter? I've previously heard that the few of them are convicts that Dali has released?"
"Yes, they're indeed convicts." The Bureau Chief nodded. "We've already inquired about it secretly, and they're very cooperative as well. The problem is that even they themselves don't know what exactly happened. It's just that upon seeing that they were going to lose, they cheered themselves on and shouted, 'For Young Master's Sake,' then it became like that. Honestly, this matter is quite supernatural. These people were ordinary people when they were at the West City Prison. Though their physical conditions are better, it isn't to such an exaggerated extent."
"Could it really be because of that line 'For Young Master's Sake'?" The mysterious middle-aged man felt strange no matter how he thought about this. After all, quite a few people shouted this slogan, but he didn't hear about anyone turning into superman. But why was it that Xiao Dao and the other four could become so powerful?
"Oh right, I've recalled something." The Bureau Chief thought for a while, then suddenly said, "Cheng Quandao, which is that Center Fielder whose nickname is Xiao Dao. Back then, upon seeing that they were going to lose, they felt that they'd let Hong Dali down. Because Hong Dali had taken them out from prison and said that he'd give them a yearly salary of 5 million, so back then, they were really prepared to risk their lives. Do you think this could be the reason?"
"Prepared to risk their lives?" The mysterious middle-aged man touched his chin and thought for a while, then his eyes instantly lit up. "Does that mean that as long as one is truly willing to sell his life for Hong Dali, or really planning to entrust his life into Hong Dali's hands, then professionally speaking, that would be loyalty? Absolutely loyal to Hong Dali, therefore there would be such an amazing effect?"
This mysterious middle-aged man was indeed mysterious. He was quite intelligent in his reasoning and had already guessed close to the mark.
"It's possible!" The Bureau Chief's eyes lit up as well and anxiously said, "Very possible! It's very possible that when their level of loyalty towards Hong Dali reaches the maximum, which means that they have already reached the extent of being willing to die for him, they would obtain such a strength!"
Supernatural strength, that was supernatural strength!
Thinking up to this point, the two of them glanced at each other, then laughed loudly at the same time. "Hahahaha, this Hong Dali is indeed a treasure!"
"Damn, this time we'll become rich." The all along dignified and mysterious middle-aged man, in his excitement, actually directly swore. "Quickly find some people—an elite soldier… No, find an ordinary and dependable soldier, then find a hypnotist as well. Quick!" 
"OK, I'll go right away!" The Bureau Chief was also anxious as he turned around and walked out.
The mysterious middle-aged man excitedly pranced around in the apartment. "If that's really the case, if it's really as what I have predicted, then the individual ability of the soldiers in our Heavenly State army will increase by at least three folds! Three folds! What concept is this?!"
A threefold increase in the individual combat ability of soldiers, what concept was that?
The abilities of the elite and special forces were already extremely high, if their abilities were increased by threefold more, then how scary would that be?
It wasn't an overstatement to say that if it was true, then in the future, the military ability of Heavenly State would definitely be able to dominate the world, and countries like Merika, Europa Union, and Jaban State would all be defeated!


"I have to squander; otherwise, won't it be a waste of my parent's talent at earning money?" Hong Dali answers a reporter's question matter-of-factly. 

Just after the interview ends, Hong Dali opens the Great Prodigal System's interface and looks at the various good stuff displayed in it. Stroking his chin, he mumbles to himself, "I just need to squander 200 billion yuan more to exchange for the blueprint of the core technology, Engine Destruction, found in the strongest humanoid mecha weapon, Neo Granzon. Looks like I'll have to work harder!"

"I want to splurge! I want to squander!"


"Hello, Mr. Wang!"
"Hello, Mr. Wang!"
The suited man in his fifties had just entered the public office area when everyone came up to him to say hello. He nodded his greetings to them.
The man was Qinghe Wang, a member of the board of directors of the Dingtian Group, and general manager of Sky Height Real Estate Co., Ltd.—a subsidiary of the Dingtian Group. He was deeply trusted by the chairman of the group, as he had been following the chairman from the very beginning of the company.
Walking through the public office area, he went back to his office by the elevator. The employees in the public office area, however, were taking part in a heated discussion.
"Mr. Wang went to see Director Xiao again! Mr. Wang is the boss here; if he wants anything, he can have her come to his office. Why did he bother to go down to her office? This Director Xiao is really favored by Mr. Wang."
"Well, I think Mr. Wang might have taken a fancy to Director Xiao. Xiao is so beautiful that every man would fall for her. Mr. Wang might want to get involved with someone younger this time."
"It's possible. Yunan Xiao is only about 24 or 25, yet she was appointed director of the Planning Department. She must have connections somehow, and might have something with Mr. Wang …"
"Stop talking nonsense!" Nearby, someone approached them and interrupted their conversation. "You should never say anything like that. Don't you know that calamity comes from gossip?"
"We get it. How dare we gossip about Mr. Wang! We won't talk about it anymore! Brother Hu, please rest assured; we won't get you into any trouble."
"You people are really troublesome. You don't do any of your work well, but you gossip all day. What's worse, your gossip wasn't even accurate!" Brother Hu sighed. "You gossip so much every day. Don't you know who Yunan Xiao is?"
"Brother Hu, do you have any insider information? Tell us now!" The small group of people came closer to him immediately.
"Use your brain and think about what the surname of this Yunan Xiao is!" said Brother Hu.
"Xiao, of course!" one of his listeners said, with an expression of slow-witted loveliness.
Brother Hu was helplessly annoyed. "You fool! Of course I know her family name is Xiao! Don't you realize the family name of our chairman is also Xiao?"
"Oh my god! Is Yunan Xiao a relative of our Big Boss Xiao?" someone exclaimed.
Brother Hu nodded. "She is the daughter of our chairman. She came back from America not too long ago."
"Oh my, she is the princess of our company!"
"My god, a girl worth hundreds of billions of yuan! Right in front of me!"
Some of them began to gossip again.
…..
On the training ground of the SWAT team, Dai Li was looking at the officers who were standing in a line in front of him.
These are all the participants for the half marathon that had been selected by the SWAT team. They may not have been the best athletes on the team, but they were definitely good at long-distance running. Although they were not so good compared to professional runners, they were very good compared to amateurs.
Suddenly, Dai Li felt a tinge of maladjustment.
In Dai Li's mind, he had always been unlucky. All his trainees had had different problems; Feifei Yu was fat, Feixiang Lin had given up on himself, the shot put team would lose every match, the long jump team was drained of all their talent, Chong Lin had mentality issues, Sijie Yang had wanted to be a photographer instead of an athlete, and Yue Zhao had been misdiagnosed.
Everywhere he went, Dai Li had never actually been able to conduct his coaching without any disturbances. But now, Dai Li felt his luck had finally come. Though the training was not long, the training process was smooth, without any incidents.
What made things even better for Dai Li was that there were three SWAT police among the participants. For them, the 10,000-meter run was just a daily training exercise, so a half marathon was not too difficult for them.
Besides those three, there was one police officer who was a former special force soldier, and had transferred to the police team only last year. He was in excellent physical condition. He had used to run cross-country carrying several dozens of kilograms of weight. It was a piece of cake for him to run a half marathon.
The SWAT officers, the former special force soldier, and any other police officers were all stronger than the ordinary marathon aficionado. This was the first time that Dai Li had felt that he had a team of excellent trainees.
…..
The date of the match arrived very quickly.
The popularity of the half marathon was growing more quickly than any other sport in recent years. A half marathon was 21.0975 kilometers, which was a little more than two 10,000-meter races.
As a match to promote national fitness, the Jinyan Lake half marathon had no special requirements for the participants. A lot of long-distance running lovers had signed up for it, and even more contestants were citizens who had never run a marathon. These contestants did not want any praise; they only wanted to see if they could run to the finish line, and some were just there to watch the race.
Signing up was easy. As long as you brought a valid form of ID, filled out a form, and got a number plate, you could go to the starting zone. Many onlookers signed up for the match last minute. It was very crowded by the Jinyan Lake.
Compared with the individuals who signed up last minute, the teams of the enterprises and public institutions were more like regular armies who had their team leaders, wore the same clothing, had their own slogans, and had special logistics team for provisions such as drinks. Some even had their cheering squads.
Companies in good standing in Huajing City were all big ones, especially the time-honored state-owned enterprises (SOEs), of whom many were founded at the beginnings of the country. These state-owned enterprises had been in existence from planned economy to market economy, and had gone through the SOE reform, restructuring, and laid-off worker booms. Those still in operation had more experience in organizing such activities than the national team had in participating in the Olympics.
As for the public institutions, they were even better at the organization of events like this. Huajing City was the political center of the nation and tended to have a vast variety of events going on each year. It was business as usual for them to organize employees to take part in group activities like this.
Standing at the roadside, Baogang Liu looked at the event in full confidence.
On the racing suits of many teams was each company's name, such as "___ Paper,""___ Pharmacy,""___ Bank," etc.Others had printed slogans like "Serving the People" on their tracksuits.
In Baogang Liu's opinion, however, they were only here to make up the number.
Baogang Liu was the coach in charge of the training for the national marathon team. He had been asked by the Dingtian Group to coach the company's participants. The company had paid him well. To earn this money, he had even asked for his annual leave to focus on the training.
It was no strange thing for a coach to earn some quick money in his or her spare time. Every national team coach had his or her own way of doing this. The national team did not object nor encourage this kind of thing, as long as their official work was not affected.
As a national team coach, he was surely qualified, and was more than skilled enough to train ordinary people. The Dingtian Group had also given him a good team; the members were all veterans.
As a mega enterprise, the Dingtian Group would go to the job fair looking for veterans every year. Veterans had great of discipline, were easier to manage, and could bear hardships better than ordinary people. This made them more reliable than employees recruited through other means. Those who were chosen by the Dingtian Group were the elites among the veterans, with excellent capabilities.
The Dingtian Group was determined to win the team championship of this half marathon. Baogang Liu had not wasted any of the company's resources, and in just a few weeks, he had trained a very strong marathon team for the Dingtian Group.
Baogang Liu was very confident about the Dingtian Group's team, but he continued observing other teams. This was his experience he had accumulated during his many years of coaching kicking in.
"Construct Educational System, Promote Social Development." They must be from the Education Bureau. They all have fair and tender skin; they are surely a bunch of sedentary guys judging off their looks.
The members of the other team over there are more tan. That should be due to sunburn. They are reporters for the Huajing Paper! No wonder. They go out for interviews every day. It makes sense that they would be tanned.
This team is from Qinghua University. They are quite a big team. Some look like athletes, but most of them are ordinary teachers and students. Those university students are quite enthusiastic about this half marathon.
Oh? The Sports Bureau also have their own team here, and are even being lead by Mr. Qian, the Director General! There's Li, Wang… Baogang Liu shook his head quietly. He saw quite a few people he knew, one of whom had once been a professional athlete.
Wang was a national champion in the 10,000-meter run! But that was ten years ago. He retired from the national team five or six years ago. He was so strong as an athlete, yet now he has a beer belly.
Baogang Liu knew that it required daily training for an athlete to maintain his or her condition. Yet for top athletes, even if they stuck to their training every day, their condition would deteriorate as they aged. An athlete could not even maintain 30% of his or her top performance after five or six years of retirement.
Judging from my observation, there is no strong team at all except for the Dingtian Group's team, which is my group. We are certain to win the team championship, Baogang Liu thought to himself.
"Coach Liu, how is it? Are there any strong opponents?" asked a sweet girl's voice.
Hearing this, Baogang Liu knew that Yunan Xiao had come up behind him. She had such a distinctive voice.
"Hi, Director Xiao!" he said with a big smile on his face. Even at his age, he was eagerly attentive to young and beautiful girls.
"Director Xiao, I have looked through the other teams and did not find any strong adversaries. I think we are easily going to win this." As he was speaking, he suddenly saw a team in blue tracksuits.
Oh? Is that a professional team? I certainly see some professional qualities in them. Baogang Liu began assessing them almost immediately. Such was the instinct of a first-class coach.
Baogang Liu had seen many teams before, but this team wearing blue tracksuits had a different aura of professionalism about them, one which only some professional-grade long-distance runners possessed. Prior to seeing this, Baogang Liu had only seen this in their own training team.
A strong opponent! Baogang Liu felt his heart skip a beat. In this kind of competition, there are no professional teams. These people look like a quasi-professional team. But this is the marathon. Who are they?
Baogang Liu looked carefully, and finally saw clearly the team's slogan.
Faithfully Guard the Safety of the People, Baogang Liu repeated the short slogan to himself. There are not many units that use these words as slogans. It's the police! Only the police would use this slogan.
Baogang Liu took a deep breath. He knew that the ability of the police team participants was absolutely not inferior to that of the Dingtian Group's team. The Dingtian Group could gather more than ten outstanding veterans, but the police team could do the same, and may even find more excellent talents.
They should also have professional sports coaches. Otherwise, there wouldn't be that aura of professionalism pro athletes have, Baogang Liu thought. The next second, he saw Dai Li appear with the police team.
"Dai Li!" Baogang Liu couldn't help exclaiming.
"Coach Liu, do you see an acquaintance? Maybe he is a colleague of yours!" Yunan Xiao said, looking in the same direction as Baogang Liu.
"Yes, a colleague," Baogang Liu simply nodded. "That team in blue tracksuits over there should be the police team."
"Which one is your colleague?" Yunan Xiao immediately asked.
"The seventh young man from the left," Baogang Liu replied.
Yunan Xiao saw Dai Li. Although she was far away and could not see him clearly, Yunan Xiao could tell that he was not so old, and about her own age.
"Coach Liu, your colleague is very young. I would think the training level and experience are certainly not as good as yours, right?" Yunan Xiao tentatively asked.
"That's for sure!" Baogang Liu certainly wouldn't say the opposite, but he also felt he could not say so too definitely. After all, as the saying goes, "There is no ever-victorious soldier and no inflexible water." As long as it is a sports competition, there would always be uncertainty.
Baogang Liu changed the topic and said, "As a matter of fact, this Dai Li is not my colleague, as he is not a member of the national team. He has been temporarily transferred to the national team from the Hanbei Provincial team. He is also a good student of Coach Xue Li, and he is proficient in short-distance running training."
"He's not a marathon coach," Yunan Xiao said casually.
"But he is the youngest championship coach on the national team. In the Asian Games held a few days ago, the national team relied on Dai Li to get the gold medal in the relay race." Baogang Liu told Yunan Xiao all the details of the Asian Games relay race.
Yunan Xiao looked at Dai Li from far away and seemed interested in him. She said, "This Coach Li is a sprinting coach. In marathon training, he shouldn't be as good, right?"
"That's for sure!" Liu Bao said. He then added, "He probably is not."
Yunan Xiao noticed that Baogang Liu's was not so confident in his words anymore. She never would have thought this senior coach from the national team would show this lack of self-confidence before Dai Li. Yunan Xiao involuntarily looked at the distant Dai Li again.
Baogang Liu also realized that he had used the wrong words, and that it was wrong to not be confident in front of his sponsor. Baogang Liu then immediately said, "Director Xiao, please don't worry; I believe in the strength of our participants. And in the team competition, only the first five athletes' scores are counted to calculate the results. I can form a strategy to disturb their pace by arranging two or three of our contestants to run with them! As long as they are out of sync, we will win!"


How could a poor graduate student without any background or connections become successful? With a coaching system? An upgrade? This is not a computer game, but real life we’re talking about!
 
This will be a fantasy based on reality. Dai Li will fight back against all those who would mock and humiliate him with his astonishing and awe-inspiring training skills. From a nobody he’ll try to become the most illustrious coach in the sports world, so join him in proving to everyone who’s the real master here!

Sudden awakening?
Generally speaking, if beings who had no background managed to awaken, it was through the opening of the spiritual mind. However, it was far from comparable with that of the adult humans, and their intelligence would probably be under the age of 13.
In the years after awakening, intelligence and physical strength would continue to increase. Only when the benefits of awakening are completely over could they catch up with the IQ of ordinary adults. At this time, they still couldn't transform into humans.
There were many foreign species in the northeastern demon alliance that had awoken. However, at the beginning, they couldn't transform into human beings. Only by practicing qi and reaching a certain level could they become human beings, except for some talents. This little poodle couldn't be the last one.
Little brother, you're still playing games with me? "Have you heard of Baoze?" asked Li Xianyu.
"No…" The poodle's fleeting fear betrayed it.
"It doesn't matter. I'll tell you now. Baoze is the law enforcers of the demon descendants' community, who has the right to punish any foreign species who violates the rules." Li Xianyu said: "You have violated two laws. The first is to awaken after the founding of the People's Republic without permission. Secondly, you violated an ordinary woman. Even if humans violated humans of the opposite gender, they would still be punished. If you are a foreign species, you will be punished harder."
The poodle was indignant, but did not dare to answer back. He pleaded. "This is my instinct, I didn't want to."
Li Xianyu nodded. "Baoze emphasizes human rights. The awakened foreign species also have human rights. You can rest assured that we will not kill you, but we will punish you."
"What punishment?" the poodle asked.
Li Xianyu replied, "According to the regulations, how would we deal with the problem of sex offenders? Battle Lady, how do we settle this?"
Thunderbolt Battle Lady's face was expressionless. "Castration for a permanent fix."
Very good. Battle Lady has been with me for a long time. She has become smarter. In the future, everyone in my harem group would become like Xia Xiaoxue.
The poodle quavered, "Castrate? Castrate what?"
Li Xianyu aimed at the soft lying object in his crotch and smiled. "You know it, you have such a high IQ."
The poodle's face was pale. "You… Why don't you just kill me…?"
"So if you want to survive, answer my question," Li Xianyu said.
The poodle succumbed, remembering for a moment. "I woke up after being fed medicine. That day, she took me out for a walk and went for a haircut halfway. She tied me to the door of the barber shop. Later, a man came to the salon's door. He boasted that I was smart, so he squatted down to play with me, quietly fed me something, and then left. He left a message before he left."
"When I got home that night, I was in great pain and I felt like I was going to die. She was scared. She took me to the vet. The doctor checked my body and said that I was not sick, but in good health. She said that I was healthier and stronger than any pet dog he had ever seen. I could understand him because I had awakened."
"I learned human language without a teacher and spent three days understanding human characters. Every day after she goes out, I will turn on the computer, browse information on the Internet and learn knowledge."
Fuck, a scholarly dog. Li Xianyu's brain imagined a little poodle lying in front of the computer, skillfully operating the mouse, typing on the keyboard and concentrating on browsing the news.
This was very unreasonable. Even if the awakening will bring intellectual bonuses to foreign species, knowledge needed to be learned and taught.
Without a teacher, it was proficient in human language and writing… How would you expect me, a Shanghai University of Finance and Economics student, to face the world?
Li Xianyu did not rush to retort. "What did the man give you? What's the message? "
The poodle carefully recalled. "It should be meat. It's black, but it's delicious. It's very attractive to me. He said if you want to know more, go to No.33, Lower Pier Street, Golden Gate Club. As long as you say the phrase, 'The emperor is the only ruler of the world,' someone will entertain you."
The emperor is the only ruler of the world?
Was this the slogan of the Great Demons' Alliance? What does it mean? It sounds good. What does "emperor" refer to? Li Xianyu silently wrote down the slogan. "Have you gone?"
The poodle nodded. "I wanted to know more. I wanted to see what the world is like. One week after awakening, while she was at work, I sneaked out of the door, turned into a human, and went to the Golden Gate Club."
"When I found the front desk and read the slogan, she took me upstairs to a private room, where I was received by a beautiful woman who called herself Madame. I was full of questions for her, but she looked at me a few times and let me go."
"Why?" Li Xianyu frowned.
"She said I was flawed and didn't meet the standards."
"Flawed?"
"Well, she didn't elaborate."
"That's it? You came back with nothing? "
"That's not true. She arranged for many beautiful women to accompany me. I stayed there all day and could hardly climb back." At this point, the poodle had a happy smile on his face.
After asking a few more questions and exhausting the poodle's value, Li Xianyu knocked it back into original form, and then left the room holding its neck.
If Zhang Lu were to wake up to find that her "son" was missing, there was a possibility that she would call the police. This was not in Li Xianyu's consideration. She lost her pet, but she would restore her peaceful life.
In order not to be caught by the cameras in the community, Li Xianyu took the poodle to the roof, and under the cover of the night, he jumped from roof to roof, disappearing in the dark.
This kind of high-rise travel mode satisfied Li Xianyu's dream where he travelled like a superhero.
At the top of an apartment building a few kilometers away, Li Xianyu held the poodle in his left hand, took out his mobile phone in his right hand and made a phone call to Lightning King.
Great-Grandma and Thunderbolt Battle Lady didn't want to touch the poodle, so he had to carry it.
When the phone was connected, Li Xianyu immediately said, "King, I have a clue."
Lightning King was stunned at first, then smiled happily. "I did not choose the wrong person."
Why did he feel like this complaint had another meaning behind it… Li Xianyu cursed in his heart.
"That mission…"
"Of course, you can keep on investigating. I won't let anyone else in. If you need help, you can inform the branch. The branch has arranged many high-end combat forces in Henan county. You can be on standby at any time and wait for your dispatch."
Before Li Xianyu, Baoze was also investigating the Great Demons' Alliance, but every time there was a little progress, the clue would be cut off. Lightning King and Henan Branch were constantly in a state of headache at this serious issue.
Thinking about it, Lightning King decided to sacrifice Li Xianyu, a big killing machine. Any top-end investigative means and logical reasoning paled in comparison to a trouble magnet.
I just need to stop here, and the clue will come to me!
So far, everything was going well. Lightning King felt that he had developed the right way to use the powers of the trouble magnet. He was in a beautiful mood.
"This treatment… I feel like I'm at the level of the Ten Gods of Baoze." 
"How to deal with the poodle? I think it has research value."
Mysterious pieces of meat that could awaken foreign species, as well as Madame's definition of "flawed." Those were very important clues.
In particular, the former was likely to be the cause of the surge of demon descendant incidents in Central China. There was something in the demon descendants' community that could activate the genes of ancient demons efficiently and stably, and it would definitely cause a storm.
He finally knew why Baoze attached so much importance to the Great Demons' Alliance. Even if Li Peiyun, the bait, was snatched away, they would still be unbelievably happy with the outcome.
If that kind of thing was allowed to spread, the demon descendant community may fall into chaos. Central China was just a microcosm of that thing's influence. Allowing it to ferment might subvert the world.
The demon descendant incidents in Central China had soared, but it had not caused a social uproar, which showed that the impact was not big enough, and the problem is not significant enough as of now.
The animals and people who ate "meat'' would awaken quickly, but there seemed to be a defect. These two points were to be congratulated. Li Xianyu's thoughts whirled.
"Give it to the people from the branch," Lightning King replied.
"King, what do you think of the issue of defect?" Li Xianyu asked.
"It's normal. The awakening of demon descendants is occasional and inevitable. It's occasional because the way of awakening is not fixed, but random. It's inevitable because there is a level to be attained before demon descendants awaken. Only those who have reached that threshold can awaken. We call it the bloodline ratio."
"Those whose bloodline ratios are insufficient cannot awaken in any way. It's natural, it can't be changed." Lightning King thought to himself, This is the case with a certain big man. He has insufficient bloodline ratio, and cannot awaken even if he exhausts his brain juices.
"Forced awakening will cause defects; some physically, some mentally, and both have a common flaw: a shortened life span."
"We have studied the demon descendants that experienced sudden awakening in Central China, and the research shows that their cell division is dozens of times, hundreds of times faster than that of ordinary people. Awakening is exhausting their lives, and this process is irreversible."
"In addition, it's not stable, just like the intermittent current. Sometimes the power is overloaded to fuse, sometimes it's insufficiently loaded. This is no different from ordinary animals."
Li Xianyu suddenly understood that when he contacted the poodle at close range that day, he didn't find any problems in him. He also understood why it was so intelligent and proficient in human language and writing in such a short time.
A candle that could burn for hours burnt out in around ten minutes, or even in a few minutes.
"The Great Demons' Alliance is screening potential members?!" Li Xianyu came to a quick conclusion and was shocked.


When Li Xianyu was 20 years old, he received his father's inheritance, an 18-year-old great-grandmother who was incredibly beautiful. 

Li Xianyu: "Great-Grandma, why are you so young?"

Great-Grandma: "That's because I died when I was 18 years old."

Li Xianyu: Σ( っ° д°;)っ

"Brother, I have an agreement with your monitor Liu Tao. It's getting late now. You will rest in our camp, sleep soundly, and we will send you back tomorrow morning."

Yuan Lang gesticulated with the communicator in his hand, looking at the depressed teenager and said enthusiastically.

"All right."

Yuan Fang nodded. He looked at the time and it was already over 12 o'clock at midnight.

This night, a "wet nurse" took care of two classes. The workload was really huge, causing him to be exhausted and just want to have a good sleep.

The night was already deep, but the side of the bonfire was extremely warm. The beating flame transferred the heat to the body and was warm. Yuan Fang simply lay down, slept with his head on his arms and clothes.

Before sleeping, Yuan Fang stared at the starry sky again, fantasizing about what great changes should take place in the human world when the big black stars slowly descend in the sky.

Many doubts rolled in his heart, and his consciousness gradually blurred, so he fell asleep.

Yuan Lang and others, surrounded by the bonfire to be responsible for the alert, while warming the fire, while communicating in a low voice.

Everyone lamented how important it is for a class to have a healer.

They don't know how long it took.

Two groups of people have been changed by the bonfire.

Yuan Fang was awakened by a strange sound. He opened his eyes and sat up.

The sky is slightly bright at the moment.

The distant dawn rose slowly on the horizon, and huge dewdrops condensed on the grass.

The air was fresh and smelled of grass.

There was also a faint fog floating deep in the dense forest.

The bonfire was still burning, and a guard team was sitting beside the fire. At the moment, everyone stretched out their necks and listened attentively to the movement in the forest, with strange expressions on their faces.

"Someone is coming?"

A male student in the Shield Fighting Department released star skill, perceived carefully, but found no sign of life.

But at the moment everyone, but at the same time, heard chaotic footsteps coming from the dense forest in the distance.

"Be careful!"

The boy blew his whistle in his hand. The loud whistle will wake up the sleeping teenagers.

Everyone ran out of the shelter.

"What happened here?" Yuan Lang shouted.

"Monitor, there are a lot of people coming, but we can't detect each other's position!"

The professional Shield Fighting boy reported the situation with a serious face.

Yuan Lang's ears moved.

He also heard this strange footstep, the sound is messy, the number is very large, with the passage of time, the volume is getting higher and higher, seems to be sprinting towards this side from a distance.

"Prepare to fight."

Yuan Lang issued the order, immediately 12 teams, all into combat.

Yuan Fang also stood up.

He frowned and stared closely at the distance. At the moment, the thick fog slowly escaped from the dense forest, and there seemed to be countless shadows moving in the depths of the thick fog.

"Do you hear anyone inside except footsteps?"

Yuan Fang walked to the side of the shield fighting student and asked in a low voice.

"No." The boy replied.

"Am I hallucinating?" Yuan Fang said to himself.

Just now he clearly heard an extremely weak cry. The tone of the voice was somewhat strange and did not seem to be the current popular Mandarin.

Carefully distinguish, indeed some puzzling language, what "heaven... world... good luck".

Chicken tonight, good luck?

Is there anyone playing mobile games over there?

After more than ten seconds.

The shield fighting boy suddenly pricked up his ears, blinked his eyes, turned to Yuan Fang and said, "What did you hear just now, super healer?"

"Good luck with the chicken tonight."

Yuan Fang grumbled angrily. At this time, the noisy sound in his ears was a little louder, as dense as torrential rain.

He concentrated his ears, but the words "heaven... good luck" were still incomplete as if there was a vague world across the street.

After listening to Yuan Fang's words, the boy frowned. He sighed and said, "Is it? I heard someone talking, but I couldn't hear it clearly!"

Yuan Fang shook his head and smiled, put his hand on his ear and said, "The volume is increasing. Wait, I'll listen carefully!"

He suddenly found that his ears and hearing were much better than those of ordinary people. Is it the effect of golden stars?

"Chicken tonight, good luck?"

Yuan Lang came up and shouted angrily at the dense forest in the distance, "Which class? Who did still play games so early? Is there any discipline?"

"Longo, don't make any noise!"

Yuan Fang pressed his finger to the corner of his mouth, made silence and continued to listen wholeheartedly. At this moment, the voice gradually became clear, and he finally heard the complete content of the voice.

His lips moved and he naturally followed the voice and shouted out.

"Heaven is dead, the other world would be built. In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good..." (Jia-zi is a traditional Chinese way of recording years)

When Yuan Fang shouted out this sentence, the boy at the edge slapped him and said excitedly, "Yes, that's the sentence!"

Heaven is dead, the other world would be built.

In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good.

What is this slogan? Why is it a little familiar? A flash of light flashed in his mind, and Yuan Fang shouted, " The Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army!"

In the dense fog of the dense forest, how can anyone shout the slogan of the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army in the late Han Dynasty?

Yuan Fang's eyes flickered. The voice was getting closer and closer, and the footsteps were getting more and more numerous and jumbled. It seemed that a torrent of troops was about to rush out.

"Dude, don't panic, where is the Yellow Turban Insurrent Army?" Yuan Lang patted Yuan Fang on the shoulder and did not care. He raised his head and squinted at the dense forest, making a "tut-tut" sound in his mouth.

Yuan Lang, with his hands on his back and full of heroism, shouted at the dense forest, "Which class of guys is playing tricks? Quickly put away this boring trick, or I'll kick your ass!"

"Don't you think there is something strange about it, Long?" Yuan Fang suddenly asked in a low voice.

"What?"

"These people's accents are not like us!"

"It's really not like..." Yuan Lang wondered.

The thick fog in the jungle moved slowly, and countless dim shadows appeared in the thick fog. In the dim sky, it looked very strange.

"Ghost?"

A girl's mouth came up with a word, her upper and lower teeth bumping against each other, and her face was a little bad.

Yuan Lang said angrily: "Is there a fucking ghost in the morning?"

At the moment, the fog suddenly turned out, and a row of figures came out. These people were tall, dark-skinned, dressed in military armor, holding pikes in their hands, with a piece of yellow cloth tied to their heads, and wrapped their whole heads in.

Their bodies are like iron, their faces are awestruck, and their eyes are firm. As they stride forward, they shout the well-known slogan in a low voice.

"Heaven is dead, the other world would be built.

In the year of Jia-zi, the world will be good... "

The sound of footsteps, like drums, struck heavily on the hearts of a group of young people. They looked at all this dumbfounded and seemed unable to believe their eyes.

Is it really the Yellow Turban Insurrectionary Army?

Yuan Fang's eyes suddenly shrank, and his body suddenly floated a layer of chill, such as falling into an icehouse.

"Heaven..."

Faint slogans, accompanied by the pace of the waves, a majestic army of the yellow turban, slowly from the dense forest fog, came out.

The Star Power’s arrival has made a large number of dimensional spaces appear on earth and Humans wake up. In the era of cultivating the star power, nuclear weapons have lost their effect, while the starfighters have been omnipotent and formidable. The dimensional war broke out ten years ago, the world has been destroyed seriously. After 20 years, the dimensional quake has increased and doomsday has befallen. How would humans resist? A loser makes miracles. Yuan Fang went to a new world through space, and he will start his path of cultivation with the worst star map.

That day, Odd Zhuo asked for sick leave and didn't go to work.
After that group of reporters left, he texted Zhong Lang. "Little Zhong, I'm not feeling well today. There's been a lot on our plate recently, I'm going to have to trouble you."
Odd Zhuo had always been a polite person. Zhong Lang had only worked with him for a few short months, and as Odd Zhuo's reputation skyrocketed, the work of Songhai's General Administration of 100 Schools had also increased. However, Zhong Lang didn't feel the least bit tired. Odd Zhuo was his superior but also his fellow brother, and they actually had a good personal relationship.
"Brother Zhuo, you can leave things to me if you're not feeling well. Take care of yourself; you have to work, plus vanquish evil and uphold Dao while you're at it – that's so exhausting." Zhong Lang was watching the morning news when he replied to Odd Zhuo's text.
The female newsreader for the morning news was repeating the news on Devil Gut Fungus Lord, and now everyone knew that Odd Zhuo had run off overseas to catch someone… 
Returning to his apartment, Odd Zhuo put his briefcase down, took off his suit jacket and shirt, and took out several jars of "cheeky wine" from the fridge. This wasn't the beer which regular people drank, but actual "cheeky wine" with the slogan "be a little cheeky and be happy"[1] on it.
This cheeky wine was made from a fermented spirit herb, which could help one feel joy when they were vexed.
But it was still wine, after all.
It was unhealthy to drink too much.
Usually, Odd Zhuo would have one jar after work to take off the edge, but now he took out everything he had in the fridge, as he was feeling particularly agitated today.
For some reason, Odd Zhuo felt that he was increasingly becoming a different person.
And he was very unhappy.
As he drained jar after jar of wine, it did nothing to soften his gloom.
Once the alcohol in his bloodstream reached saturation point, Odd Zhuo lay on the sofa and let out a long burp before he looked up and hissed, "Unbearable! Ma Fei!
"Um… who's Ma Fei[2]?
"Forget it… Who cares who he is… 
"Unbearable… 
"So unbearable…"
Lying on the sofa, Odd Zhuo lost more and more confidence. He had drained the jar dry of cheeky wine. Head aching slightly, he tossed the jar aside casually. The potent wine flooded his veins, sending him into a deep sleep.
... 
Odd Zhuo had yet to sober up at noon. At that moment, there was the sound of a doorknob turning in his staff apartment, and a plump man wearing dark clothes entered.
"The infiltration is a success," the man in dark clothing said softly; his mask was a transmission magic treasure which allowed him to contact his team members outside.
It wasn't easy to infiltrate a staff apartment, but as a well-known assassin of the Dark Network, Kong Ruye succeeded in his task. He seldom undertook infiltration work like this now, but he had been offered an irresistibly large sum by the big shot who had hired him.
After completing this mission, he would retire.
At the door, Kong Ruye gave a sigh.
He took off the cloak on his shoulders and covered his entire body with it. After that, his figure and aura completely disappeared.
In the living room, Odd Zhuo sprawled on the sofa, drooling a little.
When Kong Ruye saw the jars of cheeky wine scattered on the coffee table, he tensed up.
This person actually hadn't gone to work today?
Would an expert who had just destroyed a villain in another country get drunk from a few jars of cheeky wine?
He didn't believe it.
His first reaction was that Odd Zhuo was probably faking it!
Cold sweat trickled down his temples as he observed Odd Zhuo's movements from a distance, not daring to act recklessly.
A real expert was conversely more difficult to deal with when drunk.
Kong Ruye sweated buckets under the cloak; he was convinced that as long as he didn't move, he wouldn't be discovered. The cloak he was wearing was a world-defying magic artifact handed down from his ancestors. Although his realm wasn't high, this cloak had been his source of courage in all his years of extensive travel.
But now, Kong Ruye had run into a difficult life problem as he wondered whether to act against Odd Zhuo or not.
It would still be alright if this person really was drunk.
But if he was faking it… 
Kong Ruye was afraid he would lose his small life.
This mission… 
Was much tougher than he had imagined.
He had been asked to collect a strand of Odd Zhuo's hair.
Although he had no idea what the client wanted with Odd Zhuo's hair, it certainly hadn't sounded like a difficult mission.
He just needed to sneak into Odd Zhuo's apartment when the latter was at work and find a strand of hair.
But since he couldn't tell whether Odd Zhuo was faking his drunken state or not, he was feeling immense mental pressure.
After taking deep breaths for dozens of seconds, Kong Ruye decided to steer clear of Odd Zhuo and avoid direct contact. Even if the apartment owner was at home, directly cutting the other party's hair would be putting his life at risk… 
Odd Zhuo looked like he had casual living habits, so it should be possible to find some traces of hair in the bathroom.
But when Kong Ruye went to the bathroom, he was dumbfounded again.
He never imagined that a man's bathroom could be so sparkling clean, without even a speck of dust to be found.
Leaning over, he felt around the drain groove, only to find no hair in it. It looked like this Director Zhuo didn't shed hair when he showered. Or, he had a habit of cleaning them up.
Why… 
Kong Ruye was a little wounded.
Why was this man so powerful and yet had so much hair[3]… 
Given how clean the bathroom was, it looked like there wouldn't be any hair in the bedroom either.
The jars of cheeky wine scattered around outside was the result of Odd Zhuo's occasional bout of indulgence.
To be on the safe side, Kong Ruye went to the bedroom, and after confirming that there wasn't any hair there, he finally switched targets to the drunk Odd Zhuo who was lying down in the living room.
"So, I can only make a move myself?" Kong Ruye swallowed before he took out a pair of scissors and slowly approached the sofa.
Just as he was about to act, Odd Zhuo suddenly roared, "Do you know?! Do you know… you should be fat… and I should be thin[4]…"
Damn!
He had been noticed!
Drenched in sweat, Kong Ruye withdrew the scissors. He was clearly covered by the cloak, but the other party had guessed he was a fatty!
As expected, this guy had been pretending!
Flustered, Kong Ruye was about to quickly flee the apartment, but Odd Zhuo actually flipped over at that moment and tripped him.
Aiya!
Kong Ruye, who was going to run, gave a wretched cry and suddenly fell, his forehead hitting the coffee table in front of Odd Zhuo with a loud thump.
It was Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal who had gifted Odd Zhuo with this coffee table on the day of the founding of the Office of Strategic Deception. It was made from a special material and was extremely durable – a Soul Formation cultivator wouldn't be able to break it easily.
And so, Kong Ruye passed out, his head covered in blood… 
[1] "Cheeky" and "beer" are homonyms in Chinese, and the slogan is a riff on a song title.
[2] A random line from a Lol game live stream, spoken to live streamer Ma Feifei, which caught on as a catchphrase.
[3] The joke is from" One Punch Man," where the protagonist gains insane strength at the cost of going bald.
[4] Modified from a line in the "Song Poem," "The red should languish and the green should grow."


As a cultivation genius who has achieved a new realm every two years since he was a year old, Wang Ling is a near-invincible existence with prowess far beyond his control. But now that he’s sixteen, he faces his greatest battle yet - Senior High School. With one challenge after another popping up, his plans for a low-key high school life seem further and further away...
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The Black Feather Army was very busy. Since they had retreated, they had to leave without hesitation. This was what an elite army was supposed to do. They did not drag on. 
Thus, before the aristocrat armies could react, the Black Feather Army started to advance in the direction of Nangeng City and Yun An City overnight. The leader of the Black Feather Army was also worried that the aristocrat armies would catch up to them. Thus, during the day, they still acted as if they were ready to fight to their deaths. But at night, they made their escape. 
The moment the leader of the Black Feather Army stepped out of Wei Bei Pass, he felt refreshed. He happily looked up at the scouts from the gambling dens, who were hiding in the sky. He had won this bet. 
He had bet a total of ten million notes, but received 23.91 million notes. He felt that he had never earned money so easily in his entire life.
He would have to go back to the West Region and receive his punishment from Duanmu Huangqi. He could no longer hold on to his position as leader of the Black Feather Army. But he had graduated from the Imperial College and had many connections. Thus, Duanmu Huangqi would not do much to him.
Li Liang, the leader of the Black Feather Army, already planned to retire from his public duties and return to the palace as his house was there. Thus, this retreat made him feel as if he had been relieved of a heavy load.
Li Liang rode his horse and advanced. After traveling for half a day, he suddenly turned around and looked at Wei Bei Pass, which was almost out of sight. He chuckled. If the two armies had not been pitted against each other, he would feel that the Wei Wu Army was rather interesting. They might even become friends to drink and chat merrily with. 
Li Liang called the Wei Wu Army the monster army in private. It was not because they were made up of monsters. It was because they were adept at causing evil.
To be honest, Li Liang had fought battles for many years. Victory or defeat was a common thing for him. It was rather interesting that a monster army like the Wei Wu Army had suddenly appeared.
But all these had nothing to do with him now. Perhaps he would run into a commander called Lu Shu at the palace. He would invite him for a drink. Perhaps Lu Shu would no longer be a commander, but a leader. Perhaps he would become part of the nobility.
These were all possible.
But what did this have to do with Li Liang? He was about to become a rich man in the palace.
But at that moment, there was rumble coming from Li Liang's left. It was as if there was an army chasing them! 
The next moment, Li Liang saw the flag that said "Escape Poverty and Make a Fortune." He gasped. "What in the world…"
The Wei Wu Army was rushing over, as if they were not afraid of a large army. They seemed even faster than the Black Feather Army!
Li Liang shouted to his subordinates behind him, "Speed up!"
But the Wei Wu Army's overall strength was not something that the Black Feather Army could deal with. The 5000 people from the Wei Wu Army stopped in front of the 100 thousand men-strong Black Feather Army in no time. Lu Shu expressionlessly looked at Li Liang. "Go back!"
Li Liang was confused.
"From Li Liang's distress, +666!"
He had taken great pains to bring the Black Feather Army out, but now he had to go back? Li Liang was dumbstruck. He looked at Lu Shu. "Are you crazy? You are an army from the North Region, and yet you do things like this…" 
"We are not an army from the North Region." Lu Shu gestured at the flag behind him. "we are bandits. Escape Poverty and Make a Fortune."
The slogan of "Escape Poverty and Make a Fortune" had spread through the palace. Needless to say, this slogan was very rare. The other slogans were threatening, like that of the Long Meng Army, the Red Flame Army, and the Black Feather Army.
But now, they had made their private feelings into a slogan…
But Lu Shu did not care. He felt that the slogan "Escape Poverty and Make a Fortune" had the flavor of ideals and dreams. He felt that being passionate was very egoistic.
But Lu Shu had no choice either. Once the Black Feather Army retreated, he would have to face the aristocrat armies, as well as the interrogation from the North Region…
How could he let this pass?
What about the battle that everyone had decided to fight? Why did all of you secretly run away? No leaving! Whoever left first would have to fight him!
Lu Shu thought he had overworked for the sake of the Wei Wu Army. He had even thought about this method. But he had no choice. He was being forced by life! The Black Feather Army could not leave if the Wei Wu Army wanted to wait in safety until the Sword Hut selections began…
In reality, Lu Shu did not know that the Lu family in Liu Li Lane had taken him under his wing. Of course, even if he knew, he would not have any feelings towards them. He knew clearly that he did not belong in this Luniverse. He also knew that there was no such thing as unconditional love in this world. He did not want to become part of the Lu family from Liu Li Lane. He wanted to lead his own army and decide his own fate!
Li Liang was silent. "So the 5000 of you want to block the Black Feather Army? Are you thinking too much?"
"No," Lu Shu smiled. "We have no intention of fighting you now. But you will take about one month to return to the West Region. Take a guess. How many of your soldiers are the Wei Wu Army able to kill in this period of time?"
Li Liang knew very clearly that with the Wei Wu Army's mobility, they did not have any good solutions if the Wei Wu Army chased and killed them from behind. In short, the Wei Wu Army was far too strong in terms of combat power.
If he brought the army back in one piece, he could safely become a rich man. But if the army had not been able to advance north and had lost half of their men, it would be very difficult for him to do so."
Li Liang had an impulse. He wanted to kill someone. Just one moment ago, he had felt that he could talk and drink with this young man. But this heroic ideal was about to be destroyed by reality…
It was about to break into pieces.
But Li Liang did not dare to move as he knew that there were a few Rank One experts glaring ferociously at him. Those Rank One experts were all silently protecting the young man.
If he did not kill them, but instead angered this group of crazy people, it would not be considered a loss. 
In the moonlight, Li Liang considered his gains and losses. He unintentionally looked at the flag that said "Escape Poverty and Make a Fortune". Suddenly, he said, "If you let us leave, I will give you three million notes!"
Lu Shu paused for two seconds. Then, he said, "Brother!"
Li Liang was confused.
"From Li Liang's distress, +666!"
Fate was a mysterious thing. This was what Li Liang thought.
Just one moment ago, he had wanted to make friends with Lu Shu. Now, not only had they become friends, they had become brothers! Li Liang had never imagined being brothers with someone in this way…
So your slogan truly reflected the inner desires of the Wei Wu Army…
Li Liang did not doubt that if he took out five million notes, Lu Shu would create an alliance with him…
He was puzzled. So this kind of person led an army like the Wei Wu Army? 
But Lu Shu suddenly said, "Brother! There will be difficulties and obstacles on this journey. We will escort you there!"
Li Liang was speechless. What escort? Evidently, you did not want to stay in the North Region…


Magical energy has come to this world; Lu Shu could only stare as one powerhouse after another appear.

Looking at his own peculiar ability, he exhaled a breath of cold air.

Dog balls!

...

This is a story of how Lu Shu used poisonous chicken soup to become the Demon King

Translator Synopsis:

This is the story of an orphan, Lu Shu. He is not any regular orphan, but a metahuman experiencing the changes in himself, his country and the world during the dawn of the magical era. Watch as Lu Shu embarks on a journey to hone his peculiar abilities together with his sister, the adorable and charismatic Lu Xiaoyu. Along the way, they’ll encounter supernatural events, obstacles and even the most powerful people in their country. How will Lu Shu make the best of his abilities and oust his never-ending list of rivals and opponents?

"It's okay," Carlos said, his face twitching, causing the injury, and he was inhaling.

After being smashed out by Getafe CF Youth Team, the bad luck of this bad luck child did not end. He went to several small teams around him and tried to try one's luck. He always hit the wall. Under the deliberate propaganda of some people, he became because Their own stupid mistakes led to the team's loss of the culprit, these teams did not give him the opportunity to try out, plus his personal resume is really shabby, on behalf of Getafe CF's first official game made such a big Wrong, this almost blocked the path of this poor child.

Former Getafe CF Less Youth Team Defender Now the temporary job is sparring!

In order to make a living, he took a job and spoke in a youngster black boxing club, saying that the hard part is the human sandbag.

"I remember, confidential. Especially you, Kukas, if your big mouth is leaking, be careful, I will give you up!" Carlos finally solemnly warned the little friend that he concealed all this from the elder sister. In the heart of elder sister, he is still the youngster who worked hard on the Getafe CF Youth Team.

"But-" Kukkas felt that it was not the way to do this.

"Nothing!" Juan Carlos refused the support of the little friend, stubbornly, squatting forward, swaying at the beginning, slowly stabilizing the figure.

"We have to help Juan find a serious job," Kukas said.

"Which is so easy." Another person is grimacing, that is, they themselves, and now they are constantly changing jobs, doing odd jobs, and tired all day long.

It was a dilapidated, disproportionate house, stepping on the old floor and making a creak creak, like the whine of this ancient poor neighborhood.

"Huan, is that you?" A very sweet voice came.

"It's me, elder sister." Juan Carlos's dull face immediately showed a sunny smile.

"elder sister, do you feel better today? I tell you, today the coach praised me, Dicadika, do you remember? That is the goooooaaaaaaal super guy I said, I was trained today. There is no temper in defense!"

Carlos opened the curtain and came forward with a proud head.

"My younger brother is a Genius." The elder sister grinned proudly. This is a delicate and beautiful little face. The supple blonde flutters with the wind of an old-fashioned fan. "The food is already on the table." You should eat it first, I will finish it all." Saying, continue to bow down, slender fingers tapping the keyboard, making a pleasant sound.

"elder sister, you will be the greatest novelist." Carlos sipped his meals.

"Of course." The girl pouted and the corner of her mouth swayed for a month. "My younger brother is Genius, and of course I can't fall behind."

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This day is the match day.

Today's Chamartín training base's Youth Base 3 training ground will usher in an important competition, Royal Madrid Less Youth Team VSBarcelona Less Youth Team.

The fans have arrived long ago.

There are a lot of people coming, although this is only the Youth Team competition under the age of seventeen, but because the adversary is the reason for the 100-year-old rival Barcelona, ​​the fans have come a lot since spontaneously.

They stood in two rows outside the barbed wire. Taking up the length of most of the Stadium, they are wearing the white jersey of Royal Madrid.

There are even people who have made a slogan overnight. Hang it on the wire fence, which reads: Welcome to hell! Catalonia people!

Li Ang led the players to appear on the training ground, causing the cheers of the fans. Looking at these enthusiastic fans, Li Ang waved his hand and drew a round of applause.

"Hey, Li, it's awesome to play."

"Yeah, you are too god. I started to fall in love with you."

"What to say, Li's previous work has been good."

"Come on, children, fiercely kick Barça's ass!"

"haha, smash their ass!"

"José! I plan to score a few goals today."

Under the leadership of assistant coach Pablo Banderas, the little players are warm up.

Although the Youth Team's competition will be seen by very loyal fans. But the number is as much as today, and the players are surprised and excited. This is a match with Barcelona. As long as it is the player of the Royal Madrid, no matter what level they are, they know the special game with Barcelona. Nothing else, just the name of the adversary can cause the players to endless fighting spirit. It is.

Li Ang walked into the venue again, stepping on the tread, satisfied with the nodded.

Dutchman Cruyff has brought great changes to Barcelona. Today, Barcelona emphasizes the appreciation of football, and pays attention to the short-term cooperation of the ground. It emphasizes the play of personal flair/technique and the kind of pleasing small team.

Today, Barcelona is on the road to play the most beautiful football in the world. Although their Youth Team has not yet reached the level of admiration, in the youth Youth Team, Barcelona's dominance has begun to appear. .

Li Ang knows a lot about Barcelona's beautiful football. I know too much about the strength of Messi. It is because of this that this carefully arranged venue is the first trap he has prepared for the Barcelona people.

Such a Barcelona site is more demanding, wet and muddy. The bumpy football field is definitely not the stage for Barcelona performances.

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Just when these children just stepped on the Stadium and warmed up, they came to adversary.

As the car honked, a red and blue bus drove off the asphalt road next to the Stadium.

The logo of the Barcelona Club and the name of the Spain are painted on the body.

When the bus passed through the Stadium, it also deliberately pressed a horn, which caused great dissatisfaction with the Royal Madrid fans, cursing one after another.

Li Ang glanced at it and watched the bus move toward the parking lot, and he moved toward the floor and spit.

Barcelona people!

This is a story about the pursuit of victory. “You just need to keep in mind that here, I am the most important person!” – Li Ang the authority of the head coach is not to be challenged. This is something that all people must realize. Some people hate me, and some people worship me crazy. I am Li Ang, this is my story, a story about dreams and conquests

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𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐓𝖎𝖈𝕜-𝖙𝖆𝖜𝕜!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!
𝐁𝖆𝖜𝐤!

Went the clock on the wall. It was the present from his Aunt Velma who was the only living relative to care about his birthday, let alone send a gift. The thought nice, but... Who the heck these days would recognize that the novelty clock was from the show, Super Chicken?! It was half past midnight when Herman was leaving the office. He couldn't help but take notice of all the yellow paper on the bulletin boards. Apparently, someone had left messages notifying everyone that another individual broke into the vault last week stealing the cryptocurrency. How? No one would really know.

"Wha'd be the point tryin' to find the lucky Son of a Bitch?!" He replied, muttering to himself as he continued down his path to his house, wondering what other event he might see next on news alerts. One thing he knew for sure, was that this so called 'future' was aloof... The cops were notified, but what were they going to do?! Intergalactically, for everyone, they had been experiencing problems everywhere —  expect cyber hackers fortunate to bypass the system and enough to be getting away with so much in insane amounts.

"For fuck sakes, they're the ones at fault!" He had had at it again, this time yelling out another thought to jot — And by 'they' he'd meant the Galactic Governments. The building itself had no organic security guards and lacked the funding needed for better surveillance cameras. Perhaps, the piss poor excuse for their lack of safety in their exterior was as pathetic as the bank own politically incorrect interior?

"Cheap Asses!" Herman grumbled from under his breath! His severely cracked lips and nearly dark frostbitten skin had already taken quite a toll of the icy winds from the new blizzard. The Weather U-Robots had dubbed it 'The Chicago-Cosmic.' In a number of days, the storm had begun taking lives of citizens that were in the city before the interstellar merge with extraterrestrial species. As if his receding hairline wasn't already bad enough, Herman had to wear three additional heating caps on his head to keep that from freezing too! After finding his car, he slid into the corvette and started the engine. Fuel vehicles were the lowest piece of junks around. Yeah, times had certainly changed from when the Earth first experienced jet packs and Aero-Ships.

To make matters worse... Driving across updated skyways with fossil cars during construction damaged their tires. Homes in the suburb were no longer affordable for all middle class families. Being alone had now been seen as the only blessing Herman felt he had. Within the hour, Herman pulled up to his flat from the nearest skyway. Exiting, he locked the vehicle, but had taken notice to a small circled camera that hung above the door with a red iridescent glow as if to greet him.

"How long has that been there?!" He thought, before walking up the next flight of stairs. His thumb and eye drew forward to the DNA X-Ray scanner that identified him. The doors glided open... Herman ran inside quickly. An automated motion system did the rest locking itself behind him. Knobs and keyholes did not exist. Herman let out a great sigh in relief. There was no reason to be paranoid. He was being analytical about the security. Who the Hell was going to rob him with Red Baron machinery around?

The unlucky mug would be spending some quality time with a baseball bat to their face before having had the time to think about getting caught by a camera. He continued a nightly routine, laughing himself asleep to the many miscellaneous items he'd beat someone with. When he awoke, he was in a room that looked nothing like his own. He sprung up from the the bed, he took notice to a very large viewing monitor doubled as glass. Walking up, he peered into it, seeing the numbers which were spelled out in red.

Wᴬ4ᴿ 1ᴵ5ˢ ᴾ3ᴱ4ᴬ(ᶜ3ᴱ.
Fᴿ3ᴱ3ᴱ6ᴰ0ᴼ&ᴹ 1ᴵ5ˢ  ˢ5ᴸ7ᴬ4ᵛ3ᴱ9ᴿ¥ᵞ.
ᴵ1ᴳ6ᴺ0ᴼ9ᴿ4ᴬ€ᴺ(ᶜ3ᴱ 1ᴵ5ˢ ˢ5ᵀ£ᴿ3ᴱ€ᴺ£ᵀ6ᴳ#ᴴ.

'Well, ain't that some shit?!' He thought to himself deeply. It was something out of a book he'd once read, it's name escaping him. Spotting an open door to his right, Herman went out to explore. Suddenly... A group of circling security cameras had been alerted of his movements and started chasing him from afar; their beeping noises obnoxious. 

"What the Hell?!" He looked back and gave each camera the two finger salutes before slamming the door in an attempt to find his blue and white vehicle. He made it near the curb when the U-verse Police — also known 'U-Robots' stopped him dead in his tracks. They repeated the numbers per slogan from the window as electric tasers protruded from their metal extending arms.

"𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄, 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄!" Herman blaring out the words, shouted them from his windpipes. He dashed quickly to the side towards the nearest streets diverting away from being caught; feet working double-time through the thick heavy snow. Before crossing over to the next street monitors began alerting others that he was in violation of the law. Within seconds, fifteen other cyber-bionic, U-Robots had surrounded the entire block. 

Grabbing an oddly shaped two by four he found in a nearby trashcan, he swung... He wasn't going to go down without a fight! All around were nothing but security cameras and monitors watching him aimlessly. Without him knowing, they knew what his next move would be... Their computer chips updated with the program to penetrate brain cells. That's when he went swinging harder. Wrecking enough damage to one of the machines, before he felt a sting to his back that then paralyzed him from the waist down. Herman cried. Raving and ranting, then ranting and raving.

"𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌!" He continued shouting, struggling to be tame or peaceful until taken down by a sturdier U-Robot that had revealed itself from up above. Another electric shock sent him into a sleep. Two security guards sat at the reception desk of the penitentiary, watching as the others had just handled a dire situation. One of the guards had laughed and removed a tear from his eye. He pointed at a single screen from the vast showcasing of surveillance monitors. On the screens displayed the current date and time.

ᴬᴾᴿᴵᴸ 4ᵀᴴ, 1949. 3:45 ᴬᴹ.

"Poor George, everyday it's the same thing." "Hate to say I told you so, but I told you so..." The guard's laughter subsided and the other shook their head from a chair beside him. "You were right again, Freddy... but you 'gotta admit that somewhere deep down you do feel a wee bit sorry for the fella'. He's lost his mind and he does not remember who he really is." "I believe he's reliving everyday like it's 1984."

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