15: Chapter 15 Resident Evil, Is the Mission That Simple?

The familiar feeling of transmission washed over him, and as Ye Qingxuan's vision blurred, he arrived in the new National Destiny Space.

Just like the first time, a huge light barrier looked like a bowl inverted on the ground. Ye Qingxuan walked toward it, and this time, sensing its strength with his Golden Core Stage cultivation, the result was still indestructible.

The external livestream room

"The new National Destiny Game has started. I wonder what kind of world it will be this time."

"No matter what world it is, Daoist Ye's strength is enough to steamroll through it."

"Exactly. Look at the last task; only our Daoist Ye obtained all the rewards. Most foreigners failed, got no rewards, and even received punishments."

"Brothers, I just went to take a look around. Most of the Chosen Ones have been replaced, I just don't know how they compare to the previous ones."

"Good grief, these foreign Chosen Ones are armed to the teeth, right? Look at these machine guns and grenade launchers; they could practically fight a small skirmish."

"I just don't know what world this is. Who knows if these modern weapons are useful? If it's a supernatural world, wouldn't we be completely blind?"

"There are still powerhouses abroad. Look at that vampire girl from Britain and those few Holy Knights from the Holy See; they are stronger than most people, though of course they can't compare to Daoist Ye."

Leaders of various countries were watching their own Chosen Ones, and they could only pray that thermal weapons could play a role in this National Destiny Game. Otherwise, if national destiny dropped again, there would be a risk of national annihilation. This was the sorrow of small countries.

National Destiny Space was a playground for the strong; for the strong, all kinds of rewards could be taken at will, just like the cultivators of China. Or a country must have powerful technology or a foundation of extraordinary power to survive in the cracks, just like the United States and Britain.

It was a burial ground for the weak, just like the Chosen Ones of those small countries who died miserably in the previous world.

"Hello everyone, audience members. I am CCTV host Xiao Sa. The National Destiny Space has opened again today, and our Chosen Ones have embarked on their journey once more. Let us send our blessings to our heroes." CCTV also quickly opened its livestream after the National Destiny Space opened.

"At the same time, we have two new guests in the control room today. Now, let us welcome Sect Head Yuanxin, Celestial Master Zhang, Great Master Kongming, and Bureau Chief Zhang." (That's right, that big swindler)

Master Yuanxin and Celestial Master Zhang walked over, but this time they did not bring Zhang Yuzhuo. Instead, they brought the abbot of Lingyin Temple, Zen Master Kongming, whose current cultivation was at Foundation Establishment Perfection, making him one of the few enlightened eminent monks of Buddhism.

"Immeasurable Heavenly Lord, it has been many days since we last met, fellow lay practitioners." Celestial Master Zhang and Daoist Yuanxin made a Daoist obeisance to greet them at the same time. Meanwhile, Kongming wore a dark expression, thinking, 'You two old Daoists are teaming up to isolate this old monk, right?' Afterwards, he put his palms together to perform a Buddhist salute. "Namo Amitabha, fellow donors, this poor monk greets you."

"Hello, three Seniors. Hello, Teacher Zhang." Xiao Sa politely stood up to greet them.

"Hello, three Seniors. Hello, host. Ah, I am just a retired old man, and since I had nothing to do, I simply came over to be a commentator. Don't call me teacher; it's too distant." Bureau Chief Zhang was as modest as ever.

The bullet comments in the control room flew wildly.

"The two Daoist priests look very happy. This grand master seems to be the abbot of Lingyin Temple. Why is Bureau Chief Zhang, that big swindler, here too?"

"To the person above, the Daoist sect has produced a new Golden Core Immortal Master; can the two Daoist priests not be happy? However, I didn't expect Bureau Chief Zhang to come as well."

"Indeed, a few days ago CCTV even wanted to livestream Daoist Ye undergoing his tribulation, but it was instantly blasted to a black screen by the heavenly lightning. However, that Lightning Tribulation was truly fierce; it was terrifying even through the screen."

"The abbot of Lingyin Temple? Is he very powerful?"

"The person above lacks culture. Didn't CCTV release hundred solutions to immortal cultivation a few days ago? Didn't you read it? Lingyin Temple is a major Buddhist sect; you know Jigong, right? He's from Lingyin Temple."

"You mean that hundred solutions to immortal cultivation thicker than a dictionary? I use it as a pillow."

"You're awesome, I admire you."

The audience bickered in the bullet comments, and the few people in the control room turned a blind eye to it. After all, silly netizens brought plenty of joy.

Looking at the livestream interface of the National Destiny Space

Ye Qingxuan stood inside the light barrier, quietly waiting for the National Destiny Game to issue the task.

Celestial Master Zhang used the immersive perspective to watch. "Hmm? This is the Heavenly Silkworm magical robe, along with the Purple Gold Crown and Cloud-Climbing Boots? Fellow Daoist Yuanxin, you are so generous? Wearing a full set of Spiritual Artifacts at the Golden Core cultivation level? I thought you would take them back once Qingxuan survived the Heavenly Tribulation."

"Just a few Magical Artifacts. If you had such a Genius disciple, wouldn't you give them to him?" Master Yuanxin glanced sideways at Celestial Master Zhang, speaking very casually, yet hitting right where it hurt.

Celestial Master Zhang "..."

"But his strength doesn't seem right either. Why do I feel that Qingxuan feels even more terrifying than the Nascent Soul Old Ancestor of my Tianshi Mansion?"

Celestial Master Zhang was even more puzzled. Yes, you, Ye Qingxuan, are a Genius who forged a supreme Dao foundation, but you shouldn't become this strong just by passing the Golden Core tribulation, right? The Old Ancestor of Tianshi Mansion was an existence who had reached the end of the Nascent Soul stage. Relying on the lightning method Divine Ability of Tianshi Mansion, he possessed the combat power of the Soul Transformation Stage. Ye Qingxuan gave him a feeling even more dangerous than his own Old Ancestor; how could this be possible?

Hearing Celestial Master Zhang's words, Kongming also experienced it immersively for a moment. He glanced at Master Yuanxin, his eye twitching uncontrollably as he silently chanted a Buddha's name to suppress the sourness in his heart.

Thinking of the Huandan Fa that Ye Qingxuan had shown him, Daoist Yuanxin curled the corners of his mouth upward.

"Ahem, Celestial Master, the National Destiny Game is about to start. We can talk about Qingxuan's strength later."

"What are the two Daoist priests talking about?"

"I don't understand it, but it feels awesome. Let's just keep watching. If all else fails, go flip through hundred solutions to immortal cultivation."

...

Inside the light barrier, the orb of light appeared without a ripple, as if it had been there all along. Ye Qingxuan was not surprised; at least he currently did not have the ability to resist it.

"Ding, task issued: Eliminate at least one hundred monsters."

"Notice: Complete the task without taking damage to receive additional rewards. If the Chosen One dies, there are no rewards."

"The game is about to begin. Chosen Ones from all countries, please prepare. 10... 9... 1, the task begins."

"Why does it feel like this task is a bit too simple?"

Before the Chinese audience had time to think, they saw that...

Ye Qingxuan looked at the modern street before him. There were English signs everywhere, along with these familiar yet unfamiliar things. Outside the shopping mall, those people who were 'walking' had hunched figures and large areas of exposed rotting flesh on their bodies.

"Zombies? Eliminate one hundred? This simple?"

Thinking of this, Ye Qingxuan raised one hand and pressed down into the Void Realm. A huge palm print descended from the sky, accompanied by "Boom, boom!"

The entire neighborhood was razed to the ground by this single palm strike. Then, time across the entire world paused.

"Ding, congratulations to the Chinese Chosen One for eliminating 32,762 monsters. The task has been over-completed. Do you wish to continue? Continuing the task requires eliminating 100,000 monsters."

Ye Qingxuan did not hesitate. "Continue."

The bullet comments in the livestream room blew up.

"No, is it over already? Just like that?"

"I've not even finished taking a piss yet, and it's already gone?"

"Daoist Ye is this strong now? With a casual slap, a modern street block is gone? Why is it continuing?"

"Look at the prompt from the National Destiny Space: whether to continue. Do you remember the task? Eliminate at least one hundred, which means the more the merrier. The more you eliminate, the more rewards you get."

"According to what hundred solutions to immortal cultivation says, Daoist Ye is now at the Golden Core Stage. The strength he has displayed makes him a walking mushroom!"

"This is the strength of a Golden Core Immortal Master. Although this poor Daoist can also do it now, it is definitely not as effortless as Qingxuan." Celestial Master Zhang sighed.

"Amitabha, this is a Golden Core Immortal Master."

"What is there to envy? Aren't the two of you about to make a Breakthrough soon as well?" Master Yuanxin said unhappily.

...

At this time, in the United States, Donald Trump and his team were also watching Ye Qingxuan's performance. They hadn't expected that from beginning to end, Ye Qingxuan merely gave a casual slap, and in less than five seconds, China's task was completed.

"My God, this is simply Superman."

"Against such a powerful person, are mushrooms really useful?"

"He himself is a walking mushroom. Moreover, this is far from his full strength. Ever since the National Destiny Space opened, he has never been seen using his full strength; he always looks like he is handling things with ease."

Donald Trump also fell silent.

Meanwhile, in the livestream room of the United States, their Chosen One had just snapped back to reality.

Bullet comments in various languages had already appeared on the screen. Fortunately, there was the automatic translation of the National Destiny Game, otherwise not many people would be able to understand them.

"What, have to kill 100 monsters?"

"Fuck, this difficulty is way too high."

"Shit, is this going to kill our Colonel Rodell?"

"This is a mission impossible to complete."

Seeing the task content, the Americans were the first to cry out.

The Chinese audience, however, wanted to laugh.

Because the tasks were all the same, our Daoist Ye completed the task beyond expectations with a casual slap, while your people hadn't even started yet.

Just as everyone was letting their imaginations run wild, the United States task had already begun.

The United States personnel was still Colonel Rodell, that genetic warrior. He carried a huge tactical backpack, equipped with an excessive amount of individual equipment, holding an automatic weapon, wearing a bulletproof vest, and covered all over with magazine clips and grenades. The location where he appeared was inside a large shopping mall.

At this time, as the game officially began, the previously deserted street suddenly became crowded with a bustling flow of people, and the sound of dense footsteps echoed.

Colonel Rodell looked closely and saw those people walking outside the shopping mall—perhaps they were people—each with a hunched figure and large areas of rotting flesh on their bodies, making anyone who looked want to vomit.

Suddenly, those monsters walking outside turned their heads in unison and looked toward the shopping mall where they were located.

The next moment, their eyes glowed, as if they had discovered a delicacy.

They made strange howling sounds like "Heh," "Ah," and "Roar," and rushed frantically inward with bared fangs and brandished claws. How could the glass doors of the shopping mall withstand the impact of so many monsters? In the blink of an eye, they were shattered into pieces.

Clatter... Another series of glass shattering sounds came, and there was no longer any cover left in the entire shopping mall.

Colonel Rodell's face twisted. "Fuck, do it!" Saying this, he took out a grenade, pulled the pin, and threw it out. "Boom!"

The zombies were blown to smithereens. Seeing that it worked, Colonel Rodell was instantly ecstatic. Thermal weapons were useful; let alone one hundred, one thousand would be no problem at all.

Thinking of this, he raised his machine gun and opened fire with a rattling rat-a-tat-tat.

Bullets flew out, striking several monsters rushing toward him and sending their heads and bodies flying in separate directions.

Large areas of their bodies were torn apart, internal organs fell out, and the foul blood reeked to high heaven.

However, even though these monsters were smashed to pieces, they still dragged their remaining upper halves, wriggling closer to him.

"Motherfucker, bullets are useless?"