Leaving the Alliance Headquarters building.
Click.
"Brother Luo."
Shen Fei respectfully opened the car door. To be honest, it had been a long time since he had seen Qin Luo.
Ever since Qin Luo became the head of Jiang City, he had rarely been involved in the day-to-day affairs of the Foundation.
It seems...
Shen Fei sighed inwardly. We can no longer keep up with Brother Luo's pace.
Although, to be fair, Brother Luo had only been here for a few months...
"Hmm."
Qin Luo sat in the car, his mind already racing with thoughts of the next steps.
The strength of the ancient sects was indeed formidable.
But their side wasn't entirely without the means to fight back.
It was just a pity that his own cultivation level was too low, leaving him with only minimal self-defense capabilities against powerful enemies.
The main offensive power still had to rely on the young mistress.
Additionally...
Qin Luo rested his hand on the car window, gazing at the surroundings of the headquarters.
This place was extremely unique, a man-made technological city.
The city's design was ingenious, resembling a massive steel fortress.
The towering skyscraper was the headquarters building, with enormous holographic screens constantly displaying data and information, reflecting the latest developments within the Alliance.
Suspended vehicles zipped through the air, leaving streaks of light that complemented the intricate network of smart tracks on the ground.
Amidst the highly futuristic atmosphere, flashes of magical array lights occasionally appeared—defensive and offensive measures set up by the Alliance's martial artists.
A city where technology and martial arts converged.
[Tech-Martial City]
This was the name of the city where the headquarters was located.
Of course, the resident population was zero.
Only those affiliated with the headquarters lived here. From what he understood, Li Mingyuan from the Research Department had always been an advocate of technology, hoping to integrate it with martial arts into every aspect of people's lives.
Technology...
Qin Luo withdrew his gaze, a hint of something unreadable flashing in his eyes.
That's right.
The modern world had one advantage that the ancient forces lacked: technology.
Although current technology seemed somewhat inadequate when facing true powerhouses, it still depended on how it was utilized.
With today's production capabilities, large-scale development of technological products was relatively easy to achieve.
The gap in strength...
Thinking this, Qin Luo turned to Shen Fei, who was driving, and said, "Shen Fei, let's head to the Foundation."
"Got it, Brother Luo."
...
...
After utilizing the spatial jump in Tech-Martial City.
Half an hour later.
Jiang City.
The underground fourth floor of the Emperor Foundation housed a rest and rehabilitation center exclusively for martial artists.
It provided high-end accommodations and recovery facilities.
Ensuring that Foundation members wouldn't suffer permanent disabilities from overtraining.
In one of the large conference rooms, a long table was surrounded by people.
Qin Luo sat at the head of the table, looking at everyone present.
Jiang Zixuan, Huang Lingyu, Huang Lingfeng, Chen Gong, Little Qing, Shen Fei, Zhu Lan...
And Lu Hongshen, dressed in janitorial attire...
Aside from Lu Hongshen, these were pretty much the core members of the Foundation.
The numbers were indeed small.
But it was enough.
Aside from Shen Fei and Zhu Lan, these individuals were all talents with A-grade or higher abilities.
Most importantly...
They were loyal!
Huang Lingyu, looking at the contemplative Qin Luo, was curious.
Hmm, why isn't the young mistress here?
I really want to know how things are progressing between Brother Luo and the young mistress.
Huang Lingfeng was a bit nervous. Brother Luo is so serious—could there be an important mission coming up?
Chen Gong looked somewhat exhausted, likely from refining a large number of pills for the organization these past few days.
Lu Hongshen, holding a mop and dressed in janitorial clothes, couldn't help but swallow nervously.
What is this overpowered guy planning now?
Finally.
Qin Luo scanned the room and spoke in a solemn tone, "I need all of you..."
"To go undercover in the sects!"
Everyone: !!!
Holy cow! He just dropped a bombshell right off the bat!
"Undercover?"
Zhu Lan was the first to jump up, staring at Qin Luo in shock. "Qin Luo, are you talking about those ancient sects that have suddenly appeared in the past few days?"
After the ancient forces emerged, various reports had started circulating online.
Of course, this was also thanks to the Alliance's strong publicity efforts.
Not only did they reassure the public, but they also helped everyone understand that the era of spiritual resurgence had truly arrived.
"Exactly, those sects."
Qin Luo smiled at Zhu Lan. "When the time comes, the sects will definitely expand their influence. You’ll need to join one of them."
"??"
Zhu Lan was dumbfounded. Everything was happening so fast that she couldn't quite process it.
Just like that, I’ve been assigned?
"Brother Luo, what do we need to do after joining them?"
Shen Fei asked, puzzled. "Also, with our level of strength, would they even let us join?"
"They will."
Qin Luo nodded. "The ancient sects each have their own hidden agendas. Their goal is to assimilate modern martial artists."
"So the more people who join them, the better."
"Assimilate us?"
"No way..."
Huang Lingfeng and the others exchanged glances. Wasn’t the internet saying that the ancient sects were the good guys?
"Don’t worry about the truth of the matter. Even if they want to assimilate us, on the flip side..."
Qin Luo said meaningfully, "We also want to assimilate them."
"The specific plan is as follows.........."
An hour later.
After listening to the detailed plan.
Everyone fell silent.
Even Lu Hongshen’s pupils were shaking.
Are you serious, bro?
Is this for real?
"Any questions?"
Without hesitation, everyone replied, "No questions!"
"Good."
Qin Luo looked at everyone, cleared his throat, and said, "I know going into the sects is like diving into the deep end, but don’t worry. To ensure your safety..."
"I’ll equip each of you with a protective mechanism."
"It will ensure that if you’re in mortal danger, you’ll be instantly teleported back to the Foundation’s recovery pod."
With that.
Qin Luo flicked his fingers.
Gurgle!!
Pools of thick, black liquid dispersed and seeped into everyone’s bodies.
Everyone was moved.
Zhu Lan, however, felt a bit dizzy. Wasn’t I supposed to be the young mistress’s attendant?
How did I suddenly get assigned to go undercover?
Whatever...
Since everyone’s going, I won’t complain...
"One more thing."
Qin Luo turned to Lu Hongshen. "You stay behind."
"The rest of you, go about your business."
"Yes!"
A moment later.
After gathering detailed information about the Profound Heaven Realm from Lu Hongshen.
Qin Luo left the Foundation.
A faint smile curled on his lips.
The two most important forces to watch in the Profound Heaven Realm were:
The Primordial Sacred Land.
And the Profound Demon Sect.
These two sects were leagues ahead of the others in terms of power.
But according to Ouyang Xuan, representatives from these two sects would arrive at the Alliance headquarters in three days for an exchange student ceremony.
So everything was under control.
Next.
Qin Luo checked the time. He had done enough for today.
Time to go back and update the young mistress.
After all, she had been quite invested in this matter yesterday.
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
