Gao Wu: Starting from Awakening the Bloodline of the Demon King

"If I guess correctly, you are Su An, right?"

Guo Zhiyuan, with a bandage around his neck and an assault rifle in his hand, kept looking at Su An up and down as he walked towards him.

The admiration on his face was not concealed at all, "You can do it. I'm going to help you. It seems that I'm just being sentimental. With a fifth-level cultivation level, I can capture an eighth-level one alive. If I didn't see this kind of thing with my own eyes, I won’t believe anyone who tells me what I’ve seen.”

Su An, who was holding the eighth-level soldier, nodded slightly. He glanced at the opponent's epaulettes: "I am Su An. Could it be that the colonel is Guo Zhiyuan?"

Guo Zhiyuan was suddenly startled: "Do you know me?"

Su An smiled: "I don't know.

"However, if Master Guo is willing to send people over after receiving my news, then the ones sent out must be elites. I think the soldiers over there are all strong. I guess you are the Thunder Brigade.

"And there is only one colonel in the Thunder Brigade, and that is Colonel Guo, the captain."

When he asked Wang Zhe about Guo Huaian, he learned a lot of information.

Guo Zhiyuan nodded repeatedly when he heard this, and couldn't help but give a thumbs up: "You are indeed a person who can lead the team to win Wumeng Town. You are indeed very smart.

"That's right, I am Guo Zhiyuan, captain of the Thunder Brigade, the most powerful general under Master Guo!"

When he said the last sentence, he used an emphatic tone and turned his nostrils upward, obviously very proud of his identity.

Su An nodded again: "Thank you, Colonel Guo, for your help. I have admired the Thunder Brigade for a long time."

Guo Zhiyuan waved his hand, "Don't tell me whether you have these things or not. Come on, tell me about your journey in Wumeng Town. I've been curious all day.

"You only have a few dozen people. When you saw a reinforced group in Wumeng Town, how did you manage to retreat without hesitation and instead wait patiently for the other party to divide their forces?"

In the middle of the conversation, he had already climbed onto Su An's shoulders, talking warmly and in a friendly manner, as if the two brothers were in good company.

Just as Su An was about to speak, Guo Zhiyuan suddenly stopped and looked around suspiciously: "Something's wrong."

"What's wrong?" Su An was confused by his surprise.

Guo Zhiyuan's face was solemn and his voice was deep: "There are eight killers who attacked the convoy on the left side of the road. Why is there only one on your side?"

As he spoke, his eyes became extremely sharp, with wisdom shining in his eyes: "Is there anyone hiding in the dark? In the grass? Behind the mound?"

Su An opened his mouth and was about to explain. Guo Zhiyuan, who took two steps forward with a gun in his hand and looked around cautiously, was suddenly startled again:

"The smell of blood is so strong...wait a minute, level six, level seven, level eight...heh, there are a lot of people. Strange, why are all these guys dead?"

Although he did not stand at a high place, he let go of his energy and looked around, and he still found the people who had been killed by Su An one by one. Well, there is an eighth-level seriously injured person who is on the verge of death, but he has not yet died.

Su An thought that when Guo Zhiyuan came over, he was fighting with the eighth-level prisoner in his hand. The other party really didn't know what happened before, so he explained:

"I went around to the grass over there before, and I caught them off guard under the sudden attack."

Guo Zhiyuan's alert movements suddenly stopped, and he turned back stiffly, his eyes as wide as a bull's eye: "You mean, you are the one who killed such a large group of killers, including those at the seventh and eighth levels?"

Su An said modestly: "Not bad."

Guo Zhiyuan: "..."

He froze on the spot for several seconds, took two deep breaths, and then said with a complicated expression:

"I was surprised that you, a fifth-level warrior, could capture an eighth-level transcendent. I thought you were a genius on the same level as me. I didn't expect that you could kill several seventh- and eighth-level warriors with your own strength. It’s not that there’s no one else here, I wouldn’t believe it…”

At the end of his words, he bared his teeth, as if his back molars were a little painful, and did not continue.

What he was thinking was, could it be that Su An is a more genius than me?

It shouldn’t be. I, Guo Zhiyuan, have always been unparalleled in my talent and beauty. I can be called the pride of the times. When have I ever been left behind by others? Is there really a tougher guy in this world than me?

On the other side, Yang Jing, who was fighting with the short-haired man, saw the Thunder Brigade appearing. His heart sank and he thought to himself: "How did these guys come so fast?"

He glanced at Su An: "Did this kid arrange it early? Can a student who has never graduated from high school really be so difficult to deal with?"

At this moment, Yang Jing knew that nothing could be done. He punched hard and forcefully, forcing the short-haired man back slightly, and took the opportunity to pull away and prepare to evacuate.

While Su An and Guo Zhiyuan were talking, the Thunder Brigade, with the cooperation of Zheng Nanzhi and others, eliminated their opponents in the blink of an eye. Eight soldiers were killed, injured, or captured.

Turning to look at the location where the two generals were fighting, Su An found that Yang Jing and the short-haired man were quickly moving away. He could see that one was running wildly, and the other was chasing after him. He could still hear faint sounds. A rough voice shouted:

"Yang Jing, you loser, if you have the guts, don't run away. I'll see if I don't blow your head off!"

The night that had suddenly become noisy before suddenly returned to calm at this moment, and the sudden battle ended quickly.

There were no casualties among Anxia Sect and Nanyan Sect. The only unlucky guy was the guy in the front car.

Yang Jing blasted the chariot into parts with a force energy bomb, and even the people on the vehicle became mutilated remains. Someone had already gone over to collect the corpses.

Su An walked aside alone, took out her mobile phone and started making a call.

This is not over.

......

"Spring and Autumn Villa" Club.

In a building that resembled an ancient palace, Wang Zhe was holding a banquet.

He was sitting at the main seat on the floor. The sandalwood dining table in front of him was filled with jade plates and delicacies of all kinds. Next to him, a pretty lady dressed in a light shirt and a skirt sat on her knees and poured wine.

The hall is very spacious, and the two teams on the left and right have several food tables each. The young men and women sitting in the back are all young men from powerful families.

They all wore long-sleeved robes, ancient costumes that particularly showed off their grace and style.

In the center of the hall is a group of dancers with fluttering ribbons and graceful figures, dancing to the gentle and soothing music.

The music was not played from the speakers, but someone was sitting there playing the piano, and every move was graceful and elegant, as if he was not a person of this era.

"The beauties and handsome men in those clubs and clubs outside have nothing but good looks. They don't know how to play chess, calligraphy, painting, or poetry. They only know how to be considerate of people's clothes but don't know what it means to be considerate. They are vulgar, simply vulgar.

"There is no technical content at all!"

A noble girl with eyebrows like distant daisy and a face like a silver basin said this.

She held a handsome, feminine young man with a low eyebrow in her left hand, and held a green-glazed wine glass in her right hand and waved it around, trying to burp twice in one sentence.

She looked at Wang Zhe, who was smiling, and continued shouting in a loud voice:

"The world is deteriorating. Our fine traditions and high-quality culture have been destroyed by the nouveau riche outside. If things go on like this, people will only become more and more vulgar and become no different from uneducated barbarians. We The aristocratic families are no different than the mud-legged people on the street!"

As she spoke, she raised her head and drank the wine in one gulp, shaking her head and sighing, looking distressed.

A young man sitting opposite her also hugged a handsome man with picturesque features, red lips and white teeth. He took over the conversation with a smile:

“Looking at human history, it is a history of the collapse of rituals and music, or, in other words, a history of degeneration from elegance to vulgarity.

"I have studied the ancient times of my home planet. In the past, the aristocratic children gathered together to either recite poems, compose poems or play the piano and paint, and they often left chapters that will be passed down from generation to generation.

"And now, when everyone sits down at the wine table, they play dice and punch each other. When they are happy, they start making love to each other in front of outsiders. It is simply immoral!

"For another example, in the past, the word 'gongzi' was used to refer to the son of the king of the vassal states. Later, anyone could be called 'gongzi'.

"And that 'Dad', I used to call my biological father 'Dad', but now I can call my boss and sponsor 'Dad', it's like having breasts is like a mother!"

"This world has been corrupted by those shameless street vagrants and poor people in the market. We must not be polluted by them. We must be elegant, tasteful, maintain our morals, and maintain our demeanor!"

After talking about it, the young man also began to feel sad. He kept shaking his head, hugged the handsome man next to him, and took a few bites on his face, as if this could show that his emotions came from the bottom of his heart. of truth.

Wang Zhe enjoyed such an atmosphere very much. A man with lofty ideals should point out the country and satirize the reality. How can he just enjoy the wine and meat and have fun?

If rich and powerful children like them talk about the same things at parties as ordinary people in street food stalls, how can their superior status and style be highlighted? Aren’t the vision and mind cultivated by elite education, as well as the knowledge that can be applied in the world, all fed to the dog?

There is no self-validation without a sense of superiority.

“What you said makes sense, but you missed some core points.

"I have also learned about the history of the home planet. It is true to say that the history of human civilization is a history of the collapse of rituals and music, but from another perspective, it is also a history of the rise of civilians."

Wang Zhe put down his celadon wine glass and spoke slowly, "In ancient times, knowledge was in the hands of princes and nobles, and ordinary people had no chance to read or write.

"The poems and songs you mentioned at banquets were only produced among aristocratic groups. In that era, common people would also punch and shout when drinking and gathering.

"The young master has transformed from the son of a king of a vassal state to an ordinary young master from a wealthy family. Isn't it possible that ordinary people are competing for recognition of his identity?

“This is the truth of the saying ‘In the old days, kings and queens flew into the homes of ordinary people.

"so......"

Before he could finish his words, the noble lady who spoke first suddenly slammed the table and took over the topic: "I understand!

"Wang Zhe, you are really smart. Why didn't I think before that the reason why etiquette collapsed in history was because of the rise of the common people?

"The etiquette system, poetry, calligraphy and painting of the aristocrats are inherently cultivated, but the common people know nothing and can't do anything. They have risen and have the right to speak. Wouldn't their vulgarity and ignorance crowd out the original social atmosphere? , bringing disaster to tradition and culture?

"You really hit the nail on the head!"

Wang Zhe: "..."

He said to himself, "What are you talking about? Why do I mean this?"

Before he could explain, the young man opposite the noble lady also became excited and slapped his thigh: "Yes, yes, that's it!

"That's why we are going retro now, reviving ancient habits and admiring ancient culture. What is this? This is the fucking Renaissance!

“This world should be like that in ancient times, with hierarchies and order, so that the etiquette, morality and fine culture of our upper class society can be protected.

"We must not let the homeless people and mud-legged people below come up to harm us, and we must not give them the opportunity to achieve a class jump and have the right to speak!"

After talking about it, the young master raised his wine glass, his face flushed with excitement, and he shouted:

"For the glorious future of human civilization and for a better world, do it!"

All the young men and young ladies raised their glasses to drink and cheered loudly.

A few black lines appeared on Wang Zhe's forehead. He looked at the noble lady and the young master with a somewhat unkind look in his eyes, and secretly wondered what kind of rhythm you two would play, just for fear that the world would not be in chaos, right?

Could it be that you two are monster spies?

Just as he was thinking this, the noble lady opened her mouth and spoke again: "I have long thought that those monsters who call themselves elves are stupid, but their culture does have merits.

“The reason why the demon society is what it was like in ancient times is probably because they are aware of these problems.

“I now suspect that this may be the reason why those demon monks are better at fighting than us extraordinary beings.

“Our country of Yan is too free and democratic.

“This world is ruled by elites. Only elites with extensive knowledge can see through phenomena to see the essence, accurately distinguish what is right and what is wrong, and have a long-term vision and broad mind.

"The resources in this world should be concentrated in the hands of the elite. Putting them on those mud-legged people is not only a waste, but also a disaster.

“The Yan State has too many extraordinary people among the people, squeezing out the elites’ cultivation resources.

"This has also resulted in our inability to concentrate on doing big things and thoroughly researching the cultivation of the Force. As a result, we have fallen so far behind the demon clan, and each individual transcendent is not as powerful as the demon clan monks.

"I think if Yan State wants to become more prosperous and powerful, it should restore the ancient hierarchical system!"

By the end of the sentence, her face was glowing with pride.

The young master opposite clapped his hands in praise and shouted loudly: "It is our duty to restore the ancient glory!"

Wang Zhe heard the corner of his mouth twitching and his eyebrows beating wildly. He forced himself to resist the urge to pick up the wine bottle and smash a bloody hole in the heads of his two friends.

He raised the topic to attract some good news, but not to attract a swarm of buzzing flies. This made him deeply doubt whether what he was throwing was a brick or a piece of gold garbage.

The upper class society of Yan State is now in a retro style, which indeed has the intention of imitating the demon clan.

But that is to take the essence of its culture, explore the relationship between man and nature, delve into the unity of heaven and man, and understand the essence of Force cultivation, so that extraordinary people can catch up with demon monks.

But looking at the group of young men and noble women in front of them, they almost bury their faces in the dregs.

Wang Zhe stood up and left the table, wanting to go outside to take a breath. At this time, his cell phone suddenly rang in his pocket. He took it out and saw Su An's name was displayed on the screen, which made him feel better.

Sure enough, rather than talking nonsense with these guys with bad heads, it was more comfortable to communicate with the leader of the Anxia Sect, who came from an ordinary background.

In Wang Zhe's opinion, he and Su An are in perfect harmony with each other in terms of their ideological understanding and behavioral styles.

Thinking that Su An had just fought a bloody battle with the demon on the battlefield and achieved remarkable results, Wang Zhe couldn't help but look at the eyes of the young ladies in the hall with a bit of contempt.

"A bunch of pampered and overfed guys, you should be thrown to the battlefield to see the world.

"When you survive from the hands of the demon, you will know why Yan State allows a large number of extraordinary people to exist among the people."

The children of the powerful think that it is too easy for ordinary people to become extraordinary people, but what they don't know is that in the eyes of ordinary citizens such as Jiang Miaomiao, becoming extraordinary people is too difficult.

Quickly going out and arriving at a secluded place, Wang Zhe answered the phone with a sincere smile on his face: "Su An, are you back in the city?"

As the call continued, the smile on his face gradually solidified, his eyes became stunned, and finally his face turned red and his eyebrows stood up:

"Don't worry, I will definitely give you an explanation for this matter, and I will give you an answer before dawn!"

Putting down the phone, Wang Zhe's eyes flashed with overwhelming anger and strong evil spirit. After a while, he took a deep breath, calmed down, quickly left the villa, and drove to find the chief envoy.

The chief envoy Wang Changqing had dinner at home and was walking into the study to read for a while. When he heard Wang Zhe coming in, he didn't rush to the bookshelf.

Sure enough, Wang Zhe soon appeared at the door of the study.

"Come in, why are you here so late at night?" Wang Changqing sat down on the sofa.

"Dad, on the way back from escorting witnesses and evidence, Su An was intercepted and killed by a large group of mid- to high-level soldiers, and some warrior-level warriors took action!" Wang Zhe tried his best to sound normal.

Wang Changqing frowned and fell into deep thought.

Chen Bushi is the executive deputy speaker of the Provincial Assembly.

Wang Zhe said: "When this old guy asked Su An to send back the evidence, I had doubts and felt that there was no need to bother.

"But he was resolute. Considering that he might use this evidence to force Liu Xiong to hand over more benefits, or he might have other ideas, I didn't think much about it at the time.

"Who would have expected that he would choose to kill people, silence them, destroy evidence, and openly break up with us? This is beyond my expectation. I still can't figure out why he did this!"

If it was just to destroy the evidence, Chen Bushi could just send someone to Wumeng Town, and there would be no need to build a grudge against Wang Changqing.

Wang Changqing raised his head and glanced at Wang Zhe: "Who told you that he was going to destroy the evidence?"

Wang Zhe was startled: "Isn't it?"

"Of course not." Wang Changqing's eyes were deep, "If what I predict is correct, he wants to take those people back and concoct another piece of evidence to point the finger directly at us."

Wang Zhe found it incredible: "You mean to ask Liu Tao to say that we framed and colluded with Nanyan Sect and Anxia Sect to maliciously frame Zhengyang Sect?"

Wang Changqing nodded calmly: "Or it could go a step further and say that we have colluded with the demon clan, including the Zhengyang Sect's No. [-] Research Institute. We bribed people within the Zhengyang Sect and did it deliberately."

Wang Zhe laughed dumbly: "Isn't this too childish? It can't stand up to the investigation."

Wang Changqing looked at him and said meaningfully: "I can't stand the investigation, but the investigation takes time, and the parliamentary election is just three days later. I have been involved in such a thing, can I still participate in the election normally?"

Wang Zhe's expression immediately changed.

Wang Changqing, the chief envoy, was not appointed through normal election channels. He was only the deputy chief envoy before. Two years ago, the then chief envoy died of illness, and he took over the position.

Nowadays, the official title of Wang Changqing's chief envoy is preceded by the word "dai".

If he wants to erase the word "generation" and officially become the chief envoy, he must defeat his opponents and obtain a majority of votes in the four-year parliamentary election.

Because of this, Wang Zhe had previously wanted to do business with Chen Bushi, hoping that both parties could form an alliance of interests in exchange for the other party's support for Wang Changqing.

It's a pity that the Zhengyang Sect has colluded with the Monster Clan, and Chen Bushi's previous attitude was to protect the Zhengyang Sect. In this situation, the business between the two parties cannot continue, and they can only seek other cooperation projects.

This time when Wang Zhe handed over the evidence given by Su An to Chen Bushi, he did not ask for any benefits at all, but only symbolically accepted a three-star sect under the Zhengyang Sect.

He was very generous to the other party, and he didn't get any benefits. After all, the Samsung Sect was going to give Su An, and the Anxia Sect was busy and was a party involved, so he couldn't get nothing.

Before this, Chen Bushi had always been friendly to Wang Changqing and Wang Zhe. After Liu Tao's matter was "perfectly" handled, the two parties had reached an alliance. Wang Zhe always thought that the other party would support Wang Changqing.

Who would have expected that at the critical moment before the election, the other party would choose to backstab.

For Wang Changqing, this means that the object of Chen Bushi's support is actually his competitor.

Chen Buji's previous display of closeness and friendship was all just a show to confuse Wang Changqing. Now that Chen Bushi had seen the "evidence" that could be used, he was immediately overwhelmed.

It can only be said that the struggle for power has always been dangerous, and it is not easy to distinguish between friends and enemies.

After Wang Changqing’s advice, Wang Zhe finally figured out the whole thing:

Chen Bushi wanted to change the evidence, and in turn used Liu Tao to frame him and Wang Changqing. Naturally, he wanted to silence those who knew the truth, so everyone in the Nanyan Sect and Anxia Sect had to die!

Because he wanted to kill people, Chen Bushi couldn't let Su An and others go back to the city and take action during the handover.

It is of course much easier to do things like silence in the wild than in the city.

"Now that the personal and material evidence is in Chen Bushi's hands, the situation has become very serious.

"The only thing we can do is try our best to protect the people who were at the scene in Wumeng Town and saw Liu Tao and the demon clan joining forces to attack the Nanyan Sect."

Wang Changqing rubbed his eyebrows. Although he tried his best to hide it, the anguish and resentment in his heart still showed a little, "Didn't all the members of the Anxia Sect leave Wumeng Town?"

Hearing this, Wang Zhe's expression became a little strange.

Wang Changqing waited for a long time but didn't get a reply. When he looked up, he found that he looked strange. Even with his intelligence, Monk Zhang Er was confused, "Why don't you speak?"

Wang Zhe scratched his head: "Dad, I just forgot to tell you, in fact, Chen Wushi didn't succeed."

"Huh?" Wang Changqing was stunned for a moment, "Didn't you say that the other side sent out a group of mid-level and high-level soldiers, and there are generals stationed at the scene? How can the people of Nanyan Sect and Anxia Sect stop them?"

Wang Zhe chuckled and couldn't suppress his pride: "Because Su An had anticipated that there might be an accident on the road before he left Wumeng Town, so he invited the Thunder Brigade!

"So, no matter the witnesses or witnesses, or the people of Anxia Sect and Nanyan Sect, everything is fine now."

Wang Changqing couldn't hide his surprise: "Isn't this Su An very young? He has such ability?"

Wang Zhe was even more proud, with a face full of pride: "He is very young, but he is so capable. Dad, I have told you before, that guy Su An is not an ordinary person!"