Global Manhunt, Three-Pronged Encirclement

The night the Taiyi Daoist Sect was annihilated.

Inside the Shen family courtyard in the Second Ring of the Capital.

Shen Fei sat on the red sandalwood chair in his study.

The ceiling light was not turned on; only an eye-care desk lamp emitted a faint glow.

On the desk lay a top-secret report just sent from Longyuan: The ruins in the western suburbs had been cleared. A total of 342 remains of immortal cultivators were found at the scene.

Li Miaoyuan was not on the confirmed death list.

Shen Fei was not surprised by this.

If an SSSS-rank Child of Destiny could be blown up so easily, then the Heavenly Dao would be too cheap.

Young Master.

The study door was pushed open.

Ling Shuang walked in and placed an encrypted tablet on the desk.

The bounty on the dark web has been posted. Ten million dollars for providing valid coordinates of Li Miaoyuan, and fifty million for bringing back his head.

In addition, over at Longyuan, Colonel Gu Qinghan has activated the additional clauses of the resource sharing agreement. Longyuan's satellite network and Skynet system will unconditionally cooperate with us to search for the target.

Shen Fei nodded.

He looked at the high-definition photo of Li Miaoyuan on the tablet.

This was a campaign of extermination.

The biggest taboo for a villain is leaving survivors. Since he had already slaughtered the entire sect, this one that slipped through the net had to die, even if he fled to the ends of the earth.

Call Ye Qingyu here.

Shen Fei said flatly.

Five minutes later.

Ye Qingyu walked into the study.

Wearing a minimalist white loungewear set, color had returned to her face. The light-element origin in her body had been thoroughly stabilized under Shen Fei's forced regulation.

She walked to the desk and naturally replaced Shen Fei's cold tea with hot water.

You looking for me?

Ye Qingyu's tone was calm, no longer holding that deliberate sense of distance from before.

Yes.

Shen Fei looked at her.

Your light-element perception is very sensitive to the spiritual energy fluctuations of the immortal cultivation system. Right?

Ye Qingyu stopped what she was doing.

She immediately understood what Shen Fei meant.

You want me to help you find him?

Yes. Shen Fei did not beat around the bush. Longyuan's radar and the dark web's intelligence can only track traces on a physical level. But immortal cultivators have many methods to conceal their presence. I need you to act as a living radar to provide the core directional guidance.

Ye Qingyu was silent for two seconds.

She looked at Shen Fei.

This man had just used extremely cruel methods to wipe out a hidden sect with a thousand years of heritage. Now, he wanted her to serve as the hound to hunt down the last survivor.

Reason told her that this was a path of no return, paved with blood and slaughter.

But when she recalled the wilderness in the western suburbs, where Shen Fei bled from his seven orifices, his soul on the verge of collapse, yet his eyes remained ruthlessly cold.

There was no hesitation in her heart.

Okay.

Ye Qingyu nodded, exceptionally decisive.

And so.

A global manhunt network targeting the highest Child of Destiny of the immortal cultivation system officially unfolded under Shen Fei's will.

...

The next day.

Early morning.

Jin Province, next to an extremely remote national highway toll station.

Li Miaoyuan wore a worn-out jacket, a peaked cap pulled low over his head.

He had long since thrown away his signature moon-white Daoist robe.

To avoid being tracked, he did not even dare to use the slightest bit of spiritual energy, fleeing on foot entirely like an ordinary person.

He had just robbed some common anti-inflammatory drugs for treating external injuries from a black market pharmacy.

He was just about to crawl under a long-distance freight truck parked by the road.

Suddenly.

A violent palpitation struck his heart.

The feeling of being completely locked onto by a higher-dimensional existence made all the hairs on his body stand on end.

Almost at the same time.

Buzz buzz buzz—

The extremely dense roar of propellers came from the sky.

Three pure black painted armed helicopters abruptly dove down from the clouds!

The piercing white light of the searchlights instantly illuminated the area around the toll station as if it were daytime, locking onto Li Miaoyuan with incomparable precision.

Target confirmed!

Fire!

Accompanied by the extremely cold command from the megaphone.

Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!!

The heavy machine guns on the helicopters instantly spat out half-meter-long tongues of fire.

A dense barrage of armor-piercing bullets poured down like a torrential rain, directly tearing the spot where Li Miaoyuan had just stood, along with that long-distance freight truck, into pieces filling the sky.

The asphalt road was plowed into deep trenches.

In the nick of time, Li Miaoyuan.

Rolled away in a sorry state, smashing through the roadside guardrail, and tumbled into the ravine below.

He panted heavily.

His heart was filled with terror.

How could it be so fast?! He had completely concealed his aura and even avoided the surveillance cameras!

What he didn't know was.

Hundreds of kilometers away in the Capital.

Ye Qingyu was sitting with her eyes closed in front of a large combat screen connected to the national satellite map.

Her fingertips emitted an extremely faint white light.

The target is fleeing towards the northwest. The spiritual energy fluctuation is extremely weak, but in my perception, it is as clear as a torch in the dark night.

Ye Qingyu reported the coordinates with extreme calmness.

Gu Qinghan, sitting beside her, immediately sent the coordinates to the frontline pursuit troops via Longyuan's tactical terminal.

Received. Falcon Squad will continue to follow up.

Gu Qinghan looked at the constantly flashing red dot on the screen with complex eyes.

The official intelligence network, the Shen family's mercenaries, plus an esper capable of super-distance perception.

This kind of three-in-one three-dimensional pursuit network.

Let alone a heavily injured immortal cultivator, even a fly could absolutely not fly out of the borders of Great Xia.

The following half month.

For Li Miaoyuan, it was an extremely long and desperate hellish rally.

He fled from Jin Province to Tabei, and then to the Gobi Desert in the northwest.

He hadn't slept a single peaceful night.

He didn't dare go to any populated towns.

Because.

He realized he was out of money.

This sounded extremely absurd. A grand cultivator at the peak of the Foundation Establishment stage was actually unable to move a single step because he had no money.

But this was the truth.

In the Capital.

The 108th floor of the Shen Group Headquarters.

Su Qingxue and Lin Ruobing.

These two queens who once dominated the Jinling business world.

Were currently sitting in Shen Qiuhan's financial command center.

In front of them were over a dozen huge display screens, showing complex global capital flow charts.

The two had a clear division of labor and cooperated with extreme tacit understanding.

There was no nonsense, nor any emotional fluctuations. They were like two extremely precise and cold harvesting machines.

Cut off the funding chains of all underground banks in the five northwestern provinces.

Su Qingxue issued the order with extreme coldness.

Any accounts that have financial transactions with immortal cultivators or individuals of unknown origin are to be forcibly frozen.

Increase the bounty on the dark web to fifty million. Tell those desperadoes that Li Miaoyuan is heavily injured now, a tiger with its teeth pulled out.

Lin Ruobing added from the side.

The two women.

Used trillions of massive capital to completely seal off any path for Li Miaoyuan to obtain supplies on the secular economic level.

Li Miaoyuan couldn't even get the money to buy a steamed bun or change into new clothes.

He not only had to face the helicopters in the sky and the mercenaries on the ground.

He also had to face hunger, pain, and countless greedy bounty hunters.

To evade Longyuan's radar scans, he had once soaked in a stinking ditch for two whole days and nights.

Every time the encirclement was about to close in.

He was forced to suffer the extreme humiliation of overdrawing his already depleted spiritual energy and using his precious life-saving trump cards to escape.

Once, he relied on a century-old wild mountain ginseng he found at the bottom of a cliff to forcefully activate a blood escape art.

Another time, relying on the guidance of an extremely fragmented soul of an Old Grandpa in his mind, he used an ancient concealment array to hide in an abandoned mine and evade the mountain search by the Shen family's hidden guards.

All of this was his exclusive aura as an SSSS-grade Child of Fortune at work.

But.

Even an aura had its limits.

Under Shen Fei's terrifying and utterly unreasonable network of absolute slaughter.

Li Miaoyuan's foundation of fortune was being frantically consumed and shriveling at an astonishing rate.

Finally.

On the twentieth day of his flight.

At the southwest border of Great Xia.

Deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, in the primeval jungle.

Li Miaoyuan leaned against an incredibly thick ancient tree.

His Daoist robe was already in tatters, and his body was covered in various gunshot wounds, knife cuts, and bomb shrapnel lacerations.

His left hand was twisted at a bizarre angle; it had been forcibly broken yesterday by a Grandmaster hidden guard of the Shen family while he was breaking through the border line.

His spiritual energy reserves.

Were now less than one percent of their peak.

And that extremely lethal sensation of being locked onto descended once again.

Buzz buzz buzz...

Above the jungle.

The dense sound of propellers rang out once more.

The beams of searchlights pierced through the thick canopy, sweeping down with extreme coldness.

Target spotted.

Coordinates confirmed. Requesting artillery coverage.

The cold reporting voices of the mercenaries sounded particularly harsh in the silent jungle.

Li Miaoyuan closed his eyes in despair.

He had no more trump cards.

He didn't even have the spiritual energy left to forcefully escape.

To think that the grand eldest disciple of the Taiyi Dao Sect.

Was actually going to be gunned down in a mud pit by a group of mortal ants?

The Heavenly Dao Blood Oath had ultimately become empty words.

Just as Li Miaoyuan was preparing to self-destruct his final trace of a nascent Golden Core to perish together with these pursuers.

Suddenly.

Swoosh!

A sharp sound of something tearing through the air came from deep within the jungle.

A heavy military dagger shot like lightning toward the helicopter hovering in mid-air.

Bang!

The dagger accurately pierced the helicopter's tail rotor drive shaft.

The helicopter instantly lost its balance, emitting black smoke as it plummeted pathetically toward a distant valley.

Li Miaoyuan snapped his eyes open.

He saw.

Four battered figures, also reeking of a heavy scent of blood, emerging from the bushes deep within the jungle.

Leading them.

Was an extremely burly man with a buzz cut and knotted muscles.

His body exuded a thick murderous aura, the kind forged from rolling around in piles of corpses.

S-grade Child of Fortune.

The returning Soldier King, Chen Tie.

Chen Tie glanced at Li Miaoyuan, who was leaning against the tree.

He parted his lips, revealing a tremendously savage smile.

Looks like.

You're also a dog driven to a dead end by that bastard named Shen Fei.