157: Chapter 157 Sweeping Across the Three Mountains and Five Peaks, Hidden Sects Were Eliminated One by One

"A living person?" Qin Yuan pinched his phone, raising an eyebrow.

"What living person? Can people actually grow inside the spiritual veins beneath the Kunlun Mountains?"

On the other end of the line, President Gao Qiqiang's voice was mostly drowned out by the roar of excavators.

"Young Master Qin, he looks like a beggar. He's dressed in rags and locked up in iron chains."

President Gao Qiqiang shouted loudly. "He claims to be some rogue cultivator, locked up by those Taoist priests from the Kunlun Void Sect hundreds of years ago to serve as a medicinal ingredient for extracting spiritual energy."

"The old man is skin and bones, covered in maggots, and smells absolutely atrocious. He keeps clamoring to see you, saying he wants to repay a debt of gratitude."

Qin Yuan rolled his eyes. This cultivation world sure has a lot of tricks. Serving as a medicinal ingredient? What is this, a stew?

"Repay what debt?" Qin Yuan switched the phone to his other hand. "Give him some food and tell him to get lost. Don't let him hinder your progress in digging up the spiritual veins."

"Understood, Young Master Qin! I'll send him away right now." President Gao Qiqiang hung up.

Qin Yuan tossed his phone onto the leather seat beside him. The helicopter descended. The stench of blood on the mountaintop had long since dissipated.

Those arrogant grandmasters had all been reduced to piles of minced meat. Ah Fu was below, directing the bodyguards to toss the corpses into several large pits.

There was no need to fill them with dirt; they just poured corpse-dissolving liquid directly on them. Pungent yellow smoke billowed out, and in a moment, only a pool of yellow liquid remained.

"Boss, where are we going next?" Gu Qianqian curled up in her chair, holding a dead power bank and turning it over and over in her hands. "I've been bored to death these past few days."

"Where to?" Qin Yuan turned his head. "The Kunlun Void Sect has been leveled, but there are still so many famous mountains and rivers hogging the resources without doing anything useful."

He pulled out a cigarette but didn't light it. "Notify Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan and Vampire Princess Anna. Let's take our 'Sect-Extermination Legion' out for a spin."

For the next half month, all the hidden sects across China faced an unprecedented catastrophe.

Qin Yuan didn't bother with any courtesy before force. He went straight for physical transcendence.

Wudang Mountain. In front of the True Martial Hall on the Golden Summit, dozens of elders in Taoist robes held Seven-Star Swords, forming a massive sword array.

"Demon! You dare to force your way into our Wudang holy ground!" An old Taoist priest with a white beard trembled with rage, pointing his sword at Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan stood on the roof of an armored vehicle. The hem of his trench coat snapped loudly in the mountain wind.

"Too much nonsense." He waved his hand. Several Black Hawk helicopters emerged from the clouds. The machine guns sprayed tongues of fire wildly.

Depleted uranium armor-piercing rounds hammered onto the sword array like raindrops. The so-called mountain-protecting formation didn't even last a second before shattering like a soap bubble. Several elders were instantly reduced to meat paste.

The remaining disciples fled in terror, clutching their heads.

"Vampire Princess Anna, go have a feast." Qin Yuan lit his cigarette.

Vampire Princess Anna let out a shriek and transformed into a blood mist, charging into the hall. Screams echoed from within, along with the slurping sounds of blood being sucked.

Shaolin Temple. Outside the Bodhidharma Cave, the Eighteen Bronze Men formation was arranged neatly. Their entire bodies were coated in gold powder, reflecting the sunlight brilliantly.

"Benefactor, the sea of suffering is boundless; turn back and you shall find the shore." A fat monk pressed his palms together, chanting Amitabha.

Qin Yuan exhaled a ring of smoke. "Shore your mother's head." He patted the shoulder of Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan beside him. "Old Lin, go loosen their bones for them."

Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan let out a sinister laugh, and his tattered sack-like robe puffed up. A mass of black fog crashed directly into the Eighteen Bronze Men formation.

"Snap! Crack!" The sounds of bones breaking rose one after another. Those Bronze Men, rumored to be impervious to blades and spears, had their limbs snapped off one by one by Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan as if they were cookies.

The fat monk turned pale with fright and tried to run, but Thousand-Year-Old Demon Lin Qingxuan crushed his throat with one claw.

Emei Sect, Qingcheng Mountain, Longhu Mountain... one after another. Anyone who dared to resist was leveled. Those who didn't resist still had to hand over all their heritage and then get lost to Africa to mine.

These cultivators who were usually high and mighty, treating mortals like ants, became spineless weaklings under the crushing force of heavy troops and top-tier combat power.

Even the foreign Dark Council was not spared. Vampire Princess Anna led the elite of the Vampire Clan and slaughtered her way directly to Europe, killing all the disobedient werewolves and dark mages.

Half a month later. The summit of Mount Tai. On the Jade Emperor Peak. Qin Yuan's private plane landed slowly.

The air here was freezing. The wind cut across his face like a knife. There was a layer of unmelted snow on the ground, which crunched underfoot.

Qin Yuan stepped off the plane. He was wearing a long black trench coat with the collar turned up. The wind was a bit strong, so he narrowed his eyes.

Ah Fu followed behind, holding a thick coat, intending to drape it over Qin Yuan. "No need." Qin Yuan waved his hand.

He walked to the edge of the cliff, hands behind his back, overlooking the endless mountain range beneath his feet and the faint outline of the city in the distance.

The whole of China. No, the whole world. It was completely quiet now.

Those clowns were all cleaned up. There was no longer any force that dared to breathe loudly in his presence.

This world. Finally, it belonged to him alone.

Qin Yuan took a deep breath of the cold air. There was no smell of blood in the air, only the dry, cold wind.

"Young Master." Ah Fu stood two steps behind him, his voice a bit hoarse. "Everything has been cleaned up. The heritage of those sects has also been transported back to the capital."

"Mm." Qin Yuan nodded. He pulled a cigarette pack from his pocket. It was empty. He casually tossed the empty pack off the cliff. The paper box spun in the wind and soon disappeared.

"Boss." Gu Qianqian poked half her head out from the plane. She was wearing a thick down jacket, looking like a ball. She was still holding that tablet.

"There's a message from President Gao Qiqiang in the capital." She sniffed her frozen red nose, her voice nasal. "He says..." "He says that old beggar we dug up refuses to leave no matter what." "He also says he has a massive secret that he wants to tell you personally."