"The higher-ups haven't responded, afraid you'll get cocky," Zhao Ruonan said.
"But, is there anything your Dragon Gate needs that I can help with?" Zhao Ruonan asked.
"Actually, there is."
Song Xiaodong saw a few recipes for elixirs that could rapidly boost cultivation in the Dragon Gate Secret Vault, but unfortunately, the herbs are hard to find, requiring things like Centennial Ginseng and Thousand-Year Ganoderma, which are simply unavailable on the market.
"Do you have any herbal supplies in your army?" Song Xiaodong asked.
"Hmm? What do you plan to do?" Zhao Ruonan was puzzled.
"This mission was extrely dangerous. My wife and I almost didn't make it out. I hope to gather so herbs to make so elixirs and quickly enhance Dragon Gate's strength. The Cultivation World overseas is advancing rapidly, and the pressure on Dragon Gate is imnse."
"The military does have special herbal supplies, but those are for the higher-ups. I'll have to ask around," Zhao Ruonan said.
"Also, can you help
track soone down?"
"Who?"
"That monk."
"There aren't many monks at that level, but I'm not responsible for tracking people down. I'll need to consult the intelligence departnt. Wait for my news."
"By the way, have there been any other movents in the international Cultivation World recently?" Song Xiaodong pondered for a mont and asked again.
"Yes, but my rank isn't high enough to access that information," Zhao Ruonan said.
"Your rank isn't even high enough?" Song Xiaodong was a bit surprised.
"Yeah, but I still know a bit of the peripheral information. Many researchers and overseas cultivators have been appearing in South Arica recently."
"Alright, got it."
"Xiaodong, uh, Sect Leader Song, I thank you on behalf of the nation."
"Oh? How are you personally going to thank ?" Song Xiaodong suddenly had a cheeky smile.
"Hmph, should I reward you with 500 push-ups?" Zhao Ruonan said with a half-smile.
The next day, Song Xiaodong drove Sun Yiyi and Chu Xianling to the airport.
"You guys are going to Africa to play and didn't bring
along," Chu Xianling feigned anger.
"Wow, Xianling, you're lucky you didn't go. You know how miserable we were in the jungle? We walked around all day and didn't dare to sleep at night, afraid of being spotted with night vision goggles. We were covered in mud from head to toe. I haven't showered for days in Africa, and I sll horrible. You still want to voluntarily go?" Sun Yiyi replied.
"The situation was urgent, and you went ho. There wasn't ti to notify you," Song Xiaodong also said.
"Better return to Ming River quickly. Sister Sijie's child is already calling for mom. If you don't return, they won't even recognize you as their dad!" Chu Xianling said.
"Is Qingqing and Xuanxuan's tummy big as well?" Sun Yiyi asked.
"Yes, I called Qingqing yesterday. Both are being pampered like Empress Dowager Cixi by their sisters," Chu Xianling added.
"What, are you envious? Why don't you have one with Xiaodong?" Sun Yiyi teased Chu Xianling.
"No way!" Chu Xianling blushed.
"Everyone's pregnant, so that Xiaodong will spoil only you!" Chu Xianling said to Sun Yiyi.
While driving and chatting with his two wives, Song Xiaodong got a bit relaxed and forgot to watch the road. He ended up jockeying for position with a car beside them, and the two cars were squeezed together.
"Damn unlucky, are you blind?" The driver from the opposing car rolled down the window and pointed at Song Xiaodong, cursing.
"Who are you talking to?" Song Xiaodong sneered.
"Damn, who the hell do you think you are?" The one cursing Song Xiaodong was a rich young master, decked in an expensive business suit and wearing luxury sunglasses, visibly in his twenties, at a reckless age.
Song Xiaodong didn't have a car in Beijing, so he was driving Chu Xianling's Rolls-Royce, worth over ten million.
The rich young master was driving a wine-red Bugatti Veyron, starting at thirty million.
The two luxury car fronts were jamd together.
The rich young master got out of the car, followed by four bodyguards in sunglasses and ties.
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