The helicopter rumbled as it flew away.
Although it startled quite a few people in the center of the county, and some even took videos to post online, within less than a second, the videos were deleted, making it impossible for them to spread.
This was just like the time Qin Fei and the others got into a car accident.
That time, Xia Fei had called over dozens of luxury cars right in the middle of the city center. It was impossible not to draw a crowd and have people film it.
However, all videos regarding Qin Ning and Qin Fei were wiped completely clean the instant they appeared on the internet.
"Young Master Qin, a toast to you."
Back in the private room, the group had returned, and Zhuo Zhikuan was beyond excited.
If he hadn't known just how much power Qin Ning possessed before, then after what he had just witnessed, even thinking with his rear end would tell him that this was an existence absolutely no one could afford to provoke.
When Qin Ning opened the package earlier, Zhuo Zhikuan had caught a glimpse from the side, and his heart had almost leaped out of his chest in fright.
That was a General-rank identification document! Someone had directly sent it over to him, making it seem as if they were afraid Qin Ning wouldn't want it, rushing to bestow this identity upon him.
Moreover, the names Elder Zeng and Elder Liu that Qin Ning had called out over the phone had initially puzzled Zhuo Zhikuan.
Now that he thought about it carefully, who else could it be but those two prominent figures in the capital?
With such a ridiculously powerful existence, if he could just cling to a single hair on this man's leg, he couldn't even begin to imagine the immense benefits it would bring him in the future!
"Damn bootlicker!"
Xia Fei looked at Zhuo Zhikuan's demeanor and couldn't help but despise him inwardly. Then, he turned his head and smiled at Qin Fei, "Little Fei, a toast to you."
...
Over the next few days, Qin Ning's group spent a couple more days playing in the county town, followed Zhuo Zhikuan to the city for a day, and then finally drove back to Liu City.
Outside the villa, just as the commercial vehicle came to a halt, several people gathered at the entrance. They were all tall, sturdy, and exuded a righteous aura. Judging by their temperament, they were likely of military background.
"Young Master Qin."
Among them, a middle-aged man around forty years old walked over. It was none other than Wang Yousheng.
Back when they were still in the capital, Qin Ning had told Elder Zeng to select some people and send them over for him to personally instruct.
Wang Yousheng and his team had arrived two days ago. Knowing that Qin Ning was not in Liu City, they had waited outside the villa for two whole days.
Including Wang Yousheng, there were six people in total. Every single one was an absolute expert, the best of the best among elite soldiers, conscripted from various military regions. They were told that the capital had issued a highly important mission for them to execute.
As for the specific details of the mission, Wang Yousheng hadn't explained much on the way here, and naturally, the others didn't dare to ask too many questions.
In their eyes, many things required strict confidentiality. If it could be disclosed in advance, Wang Yousheng wouldn't have hidden it from them.
However, they had been in Liu City for two days now, and instead of seeing any mission, they had ended up guarding a gate for two days?
Although none of them had any complaints, they couldn't help but feel curious.
Seeing their captain, Wang Yousheng, being so incredibly respectful to such a young man at this moment, they were all very surprised. They were all guessing what kind of background this young man had.
One must know, with Wang Yousheng's status, apart from those few top figures in the capital, there was probably no one else in the country who could make him act like this, right?
Furthermore, among those conscripted here today, which one wasn't a top soldier in their respective military regions? With such a lineup, could it be that they were brought here just to act as bodyguards for this young man?
"Have you been waiting long?" Qin Ning asked with a smile.
"Not long, not long at all, just two days," Wang Yousheng replied with a smile.
Qin Ning nodded gently. "I'll have Xia Fei arrange rooms for you shortly. After resting for two hours, wait for me in the backyard."
"Understood, Young Master Qin," Wang Yousheng seemed somewhat excited.
He had been thoroughly looking forward to the training methods Qin Ning was going to teach him and didn't want to wait a single moment longer.
If Qin Ning hadn't specified two hours, he would have loved to start training right this instant.
Soon, after returning to the villa, Xia Fei arranged rooms for Wang Yousheng and the others, giving each person their own private room.
This was mainly because the villa was very large, with over twenty rooms, so there was plenty of space to accommodate everyone.
Although Qin Ning had given them two hours to rest, the group's insatiable curiosity drove them to gather in the villa's backyard early.
The backyard was massive and even featured a basketball court, which was where the group had now assembled.
Seeing that Wang Yousheng had also arrived early, someone finally couldn't hold back and asked, "Captain Wang, who exactly is this Young Master Qin?"
"There's no need to ask, you'll all slowly find out in the future. However, what I can tell you now is that whenever you see Young Master Qin, you must maintain absolute respect. Just like... how you act when you see Elder Zeng and Elder Liu, that's exactly how you should behave."
Hearing these words, everyone was shocked.
Elder Zeng and Elder Liu?
Who were those people? How could a young man like Qin Ning be mentioned in the same breath as those two figures?
"Don't think I'm joking. Young Master Qin's existence surpasses your understanding. Moreover, you might not know this yet, but a couple of days ago, Elder Liu personally issued a directive. The current Young Master Qin holds the rank of General, do you understand?"
A General!
The group was shocked once again.
A General in an era of peace, and so incredibly young?
How was that possible?
"Alright, if you're really that bored, you can start warming up. Don't blame me for not warning you, but your comfortable days are over," Wang Yousheng said.
Soon, two hours passed, and Qin Ning arrived.
Out of curiosity, Xia Fei and the others had also come along to see what was going on, having received Qin Ning's permission.
In the cultivation world, realms were divided into many different tiers, and the lowest was the Body Refining Realm.
Furthermore, the cultivation mantras for each realm were different. What Qin Ning was about to teach the group today was the mantra for the Body Refining Realm.
Body Refining was different from the subsequent realms. People at this stage primarily focused on tempering their physical bodies.
Usually, before cultivating according to the mantra, one needed to make the blood and qi within their body boil.
Simply put, they had to undergo various physical training exercises to keep their bodies in a constant state of boiling blood and qi, and then meditate and cultivate according to the mantra's description.
The more the blood and qi boiled within the body, the faster they could successfully cultivate. This was the cultivation method of the Body Refining Realm.
"I will first teach you a cultivation mantra. Before it gets dark, everyone must memorize it firmly," Qin Ning said, his gaze sweeping over them.
"A mantra? What's that?"
The crowd was taken aback, somewhat confused. Where would a mantra come from in the real world? Weren't those just fabricated things from immortal cultivation novels?
Could it be that this Young Master Qin was actually just a charlatan?
After all, the education they had received since childhood told them that such things simply could not exist.
Seeing them whispering among themselves, Qin Ning asked, "What is it? Do you have any questions?"
"Young Master Qin, what is this mantra you mentioned? Once we memorize it, or rather, once we cultivate it, what use will it be?" someone asked, unable to suppress their curiosity.
Qin Ning smiled faintly without saying a word. Instead, he suddenly raised his hand and lightly pointed a finger toward a large tree at the edge of the basketball court.
An invisible beam of energy shot out instantly. The crowd couldn't see it, but they could feel the shift in the airflow, as if space itself was distorting.
"Bang!"
Immediately after, a muffled thud reached their ears.
Under the crowd's astonished and incredulous gazes, a finger-sized hole appeared on the large tree, piercing straight through its thick trunk.
"How is this possible? This tree is so thick that even a standard rifle probably couldn't shoot through it, right?"
No one could contain their shock; they all stood frozen in place, utterly dumbfounded.
"Are there any other questions?" Qin Ning asked.

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.