Powerful Execution!

Shu Capital.

A highly classified military family compound.

Lin Jianguo sat on a wide leather sofa.

Several packs of specially supplied cigarettes lay on the coffee table before him.

Yet he sat there motionless, like a puppet.

Everything had happened too surrealistically, like some absurd dream.

That morning, he had still been going over the inventory list for his family convenience store, calculating how to save a few hundred yuan.

That afternoon, two black bulletproof SUVs with military plates had pulled up directly outside the store.

Fully armed soldiers had rushed out and escorted the whole family here.

The security level was terrifyingly high.

There was a guard every few steps and a sentry every few more, all elite troops armed with live ammunition.

Lin Jianguo's wife, Zhang Hui, paced back and forth through the living room with her phone in hand.

The screen lit up, then went dark again.

The dial screen remained on the word "Son."

"Still can't get through?"

Lin Jianguo snapped out of his daze, his voice slightly tight.

Zhang Hui let out a heavy sigh, her brows twisted into a hard knot.

"The voice prompt says he's outside the service area."

"What do you think Yuan is doing?"

"Those soldiers refuse to tell us anything. They only said the country has an important mission."

The more Zhang Hui spoke, the more anxious she became, until her eyes started to redden.

Even when Lin Yuan was busy delivering food, he would always reply to messages.

Lin Jianguo picked up a specially supplied cigarette and held it between his fingers without lighting it.

He forced down the panic in his heart and put on a stern face to comfort his wife.

"What are you panicking for?"

"They're regular troops, with stars on their shoulders!"

"It's not like they're going to sell us off."

"The country must have noticed some special talent in Yuan and recruited him."

"You should trust the country and stay here without worry."

Nearby.

Lin Xiaoxiao held a cup of juice as she curled up in the corner of the sofa.

She had happened to be off for the weekend today and had originally been playing games in bed.

Instead, she had been "escorted" into this detached villa, blanket and all.

"Mom."

"Dad's right. Stop worrying yourself sick."

Lin Xiaoxiao took a sip through her straw, her large eyes darting around.

As a veteran webnovel reader, her imagination had already soared into the stratosphere.

"Those officers have been incredibly polite to us."

"I think—"

"Big Brother must've awakened some superpower and been recruited by the Dragon Group to save the world!"

Lin Xiaoxiao was bursting with excitement, not frightened in the slightest.

She was even wondering whether, when her brother returned, she could ask him to make a fireball with his bare hands.

However.

Her childish declaration earned only an annoyed glare from Zhang Hui.

The atmosphere in the room still carried a trace of tension.

After all.

No one knew what Lin Yuan was going through at this very moment.

Elsewhere.

At a base in the far northwest.

The doors to a cultivation chamber forged from special alloy were tightly sealed.

Even the air inside seemed to have turned viscous.

Lin Yuan sat cross-legged on a meditation cushion at the center.

His upper body was bare, every muscle stretched to the limit.

"Breathe."

"Use your mind to guide the airflow down into your dantian."

Su Qingxue stood some distance away, her voice as cold and sharp as a blade.

She wore black combat gear that fully outlined her perfect figure.

But at that moment, she showed not a hint of tenderness, only the harshest demands.

"Three long breaths, one short breath. Drive the qi toward Guanyuan!"

"Imagine the energy dispersed through the air washing over your blood!"

Lin Yuan clenched his teeth without making a single unnecessary sound.

Following the basic breathing technique Su Qingxue had taught him, he adjusted his internal breath.

It hurt.

It felt as though someone were violently sanding down his meridians with sandpaper.

Yet Lin Yuan did not even furrow his brow.

He had to become stronger!

For his family, and to survive in this chaotic age that was about to run wild.

Watching Lin Yuan push himself so desperately.

Su Qingxue's eyelashes trembled slightly, waves rising in her heart.

He was ruthless.

This man was ruthlessly harsh on himself.

When others first encountered the cleansing of spiritual energy, they would often writhe on the floor in pain.

But Lin Yuan?

He endured the agony of his muscles tearing apart and forcibly drove himself into a meditative state.

No wonder.

No wonder Lin Yuan in her previous life had been able to slaughter his way through a third-tier beast horde.

Using nothing but a common basic breathing technique, without any advanced cultivation methods.

That terrifying willpower, that extreme thirst for strength.

Combined with his peerless martial talent.

Su Qingxue could almost see an invincible god of slaughter slowly awakening.

"Lin Yuan."

"In this life, you have me and all of Dragon Country at your back."

"How far will you truly be able to grow?"

Su Qingxue pressed her red lips together slightly, her eyes gleaming with fervent anticipation.

At the same time.

At the base's highest command center.

The atmosphere there was so grave it seemed as though water could drip from it.

Nie Dingguo stood before a holographic projection screen.

On the screen was a string of complex red encrypted gibberish.

It was a red hotline directly connected to Dragon Country's center of power.

Just ten minutes earlier.

Nie Dingguo had reported Su Qingxue's testimony and the terrifying talent Lin Yuan had displayed without holding anything back.

After a brief silence.

The central command issued a four-word highest directive: spare no expense.

"The chief has given the order."

Nie Dingguo turned around.

His blade-sharp gaze swept over every senior general present.

"The plan for spiritual energy resurgence will be fully accelerated and upgraded."

"Promoting martial cultivation cannot wait!"

He walked to the conference table and slammed a top-secret list heavily onto its surface.

This list was precisely the roster of future powerhouses provided by Su Qingxue.

"Now that we have Lin Yuan, this trump card, in our hands."

"Then we can't let a single other person on this list slip away!"

Nie Dingguo's finger struck heavily against the first name on the list.

Ye Qingshan.

The military's future number-one God of War, a peak seventh-tier martial artist.

Nie Dingguo grabbed the encrypted communicator from the table, his voice loud enough to make eardrums ache.

"Where are the people from the Magic City Military District?"

"I'm giving you half an hour."

"No matter where Ye Qingshan is."

"Take him into custody immediately and escort him directly to the northwest on a military plane!"

"If he dares resist, use tranquilizer guns!"

Then.

Nie Dingguo shifted his gaze to the second name on the list.

Chu Tiankuo.

A future peak sixth-tier martial artist.

"We've checked."

"This kid is in Mohe, Northeast China."

"He should still be working as a lumberjack deep in the mountains."

The intelligence officer reported swiftly.

"Surround that forest!"

"We absolutely cannot let this promising talent spend his whole life chopping trees in the mountains!"

Next came.

Xiao Zhan, a future blade master.

Song Qingyin, China's future Goddess of War.

An enormous net spread across Dragon Country with a thunderous sweep.

Everyone named by Su Qingxue.

Regardless of age or gender, regardless of status or background, Nie Dingguo called for them one by one.

Magic City.

Outside a high-end office building.

A buzz-cut young man in a security guard uniform squatted by the roadside, eating a jianbing.

His name was Ye Qingshan. After leaving the military, he had become a security guard here to make a living.

Suddenly.

A massive roar came from overhead.

Three armed helicopters hovered above the office building like steel beasts.

More than a dozen rappelling ropes dropped at once.

Dozens of fully armed special forces soldiers descended from the sky and surrounded Ye Qingshan directly.

Pitch-black gun barrels all pointed at his head.

"What the hell?"

"I just slacked off to eat breakfast. Was there really a need to deploy special forces?"

The half-eaten jianbing in Ye Qingshan's mouth fell straight to the ground.

With both hands raised above his head, he was blindfolded with a black hood and forcibly stuffed into a helicopter, his face full of bewilderment.

Mohe Forestry Farm, Northeast China.

In the brutal cold of minus thirty degrees, dripping water froze into ice.

Chu Tiankuo, nearly two meters tall, swung the axe in his hand with tremendous force.

Boom!

A red pine tree thick enough for three people to wrap their arms around came crashing down.

Just as Chu Tiankuo was about to wipe away his sweat.

More than a dozen heavy armored vehicles came roaring in from the end of the snowy field, trapping him tightly in the middle.

A cold, stern voice came through the loudspeaker.

"Chu Tiankuo."

"Put down the axe and get in the vehicle immediately!"

Chu Tiankuo's eyes widened as he stared at those pitch-black gun barrels.

"What's going on?"

"I only chopped down two extra trees. Are you gonna shoot me for that?"

Without another word, he tossed aside the axe and obediently climbed into the armored vehicle.