331: 331.
Aftermath 331: 331.
Aftermath Lu Li crossed over, and this azure planet regained a superficial tranquility.
Of course, it was only on the surface, as the real drama was just beginning to unfold.
That very night, the President of the Star Alliance delivered a national address:
“Today, we have been deliberately attacked by terrorists.
Hundreds of thousands have lost their precious lives to his wicked acts…”
Accompanying his words were countless citizens in silence.
They took to the streets, placing flowers and candles at street corners to mourn those who perished in the attack.
At the sa mont, on the campus square of Harvard University, many teachers and students were also holding morial events.
The President’s speech was being live-stread on site:
“Each of us will never forget this day, we will strive forward, defending freedom, and upholding all that is beautiful and just in this world!”
Upon hearing this, the teachers and students on site spontaneously burst into applause.
“That’s a good speech, very stirring oratory skills.”
A scholarly man wearing black-rimd glasses gave high praise to this address.
Then, suddenly two n dressed in suits and shoes approached him, speaking earnestly:
“Professor David Rossi, you’ve been specially conscripted.
You have 30 minutes to pack your personal belongings.”
Professor Rossi showed no sign of surprise, replying calmly:
“I would be happy to serve my country, and there’s no need to pack, as I always travel light.”
“Thank you for your dedication.”
The two agents did not engage in further conversation and promptly escorted the professor into a universal business vehicle.
However, there was another passenger on the bus, also a gentlemanly white man.
Extending his hand in a friendly introduction, he said:
“Massachusetts Institute of Technology, Spencer Reid, Laser Physics.”
“Harvard, David Rossi, Criminal Psychology.”
Professor Rossi shook hands with him, then began to chat: “So… the military plans to use lasers against that mutant?”
Reid shrugged and said:
“The creature can burst at 60 ters per second, and there’s the Flying Sword nearly reaching Mach 2, a laser is a good choice.”
“Makes sense.”
The two chatted all the while, until three hours later, the vehicle arrived at the Green Pine base.
It was the largest military base in the northeastern region of the Star Alliance, bustling with helicopters taking off and landing, cars coming and going.
Rossi and Reid were led by a sergeant to a large operational conference room.
Nearly 200 experts from various fields had already gathered there, Rossi and Reid recognized many old colleagues.
The elite gathered here were engaged in animated discussions:
“Using a laser mounted on a plane to kill him is a pipe dream!
I’m not talking about technology…
have you forgotten he can control the earth?”
“Standard rifle bullets can break his skin, maybe we can mount the Avenger Cannon on an F15.”
“Although the creature is antisocial, he shows unusual concern for that half-blood girl, and we can use that to our advantage.”
…
These elites were gathered with an unspoken purpose: to strategize the killing of Lu Li.
Battles with Cultivators are different from conventional warfare.
The Star Alliance was rely caught off guard by the Transcendent, and now, as they ca to their senses, the real confrontation was about to begin!
At the sa ti, other countries were also formulating their responses.
~~~~~~~~~~~~
As traditional white nations stand united by common sentint, it was natural for them to imdiately issue declarations, expressing condolences to the victims.
They would stand together with the Star Alliance, facing the enormous threat to all of humanity.
The upper echelons of these countries, whose relatives were citizens of the Star Alliance, made this move not surprising at all.
But in Xia Country, far across the ocean, things were not peaceful.
On Weibo, countless big Vs and self-dia had forwarded the Star Alliance President’s speech, alongside a unified image of a candle, calling on people to observe a mont of silence for the victims.
At the sa ti, there were all kinds of absurd comnts:
[This superpowered madman has tarnished the image of all overseas Xia Descendants; I got beaten up when I went out!]
[We should reflect on why such people erge among the Xia Descendants.
This is the inferiority of our culture!]
[The people of the Star Alliance Country are so pitiful; I’m willing to die in their place]
…
There was an array of different opinions, and as conversations grew more outrageous, so even claid:
[Xia Country should take responsibility for this incident, compensate Star Alliance Country for the economic losses, and cooperate internationally to bring the terrorists to justice]
There was a cacophony of voices, creating a blur of noise and chaos.
But they were not the mainstream, as none of their readings surpassed a million.
Currently, the hottest topic online, surprisingly, was the Spiritual Energy Recovery.
It was also the top trending search across major websites, and related discussions easily surpassed a hundred million clicks, with countless participants.
[I can’t pretend anymore, Cultivators have co out, the Spiritual Energy has returned~]
[I’m 28 this year; is it too late for to start Cultivation?]
[I’ve already started ditating; I just want to ask my fellow Daoists…
where do I get a Flying Sword?]
[DM Immortal Master Lu; perhaps he will reply to you]
…
The topic of Spiritual Energy Recovery was so popular precisely because of Lu Li’s Flying Sword.
The Flying Sword was well known in Xia Country’s cultural circles, clearly a Magic Artifact used by Cultivators.
The vast majority of netizens from Xia Country believed that Lu Li’s abilities were not superpowers but rather that he had the golden finger to cultivate.
Their guess was quite accurate, though their words were full of jest; most were just there for the entertainnt.
After all, the real world is inevitably ordinary and dull…
At this mont, at the Traditional Chinese dicine Science Academy.
Qian Ping, holding a clean cloth, ticulously wiped down his office before sitting at his desk to wait.
Right at 8 o’clock, there was a knock on the office door; two n in suits walked in.
They looked unremarkable and spoke blandly:
“Professor Qian, please co with us.”
“Alright.”
Qian Ping forced himself to stay calm as he stood up and followed the two n out of the office.
He had ntally prepared himself, since he had worked with Lu Li several tis and certainly expected to be questioned.
But a straight man doesn’t fear a crooked shadow; he hadn’t done anything wrong, at most he just needed to explain the situation with the Calming Incense.
There was silence as they approached a business van.
Inside the car were Qian Ping’s graduate students, all of whom had participated in the “Calming Incense” research.
They were still young, and their expressions betrayed a hint of anxiety.
Qian Ping reassured them: “There’s nothing to worry about.
Just tell the truth when we get there and cooperate fully.”
Everyone nodded, and the car quickly drove off into the distance.
The sa scene was unfolding at Xigong University, as well as at the Harbin Institute of Technology.
Professor Wei Wenqi, who had helped Lu Li create the Flying Sword, certainly couldn’t escape this ti.
Academician Liu Jiang, who had personally designed the “Terminator,” had even more reason to be brought in.
Both received far more attention than Qian Ping.
Not only were four people sent to fetch each, but their offices and labs were sealed off and guarded.
Both were ntally prepared and appeared very calm, but inside they were filled with a sense of surrealness…
To think that they, as scientists, had helped a Cultivator make Magic Artifacts, Puppets?
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