bookcurios Chapter 170 Contract (1)
Chapter 170 Contract (1)
The moment Mr. Jiang entered the conference room, the entire place seemed to suddenly freeze. Everyone present, their gazes fixed on him, a mixture of awe and anticipation. Mr. Jiang was well aware that along the way, through various channels, he had pieced together a complete picture of the entire incident. Since fate had chosen him, he unhesitatingly followed its will and forged ahead courageously. He was fully aware of the weight of his responsibility, and that every decision could impact the future of the country and its people.
Time has left its mark on his face, but his eyes still gleam with a resolute gleam. He's a witness to that turbulent era, weathering countless storms and the vicissitudes of life. For him, nothing can bring him regret. Now, in his twilight years, to be able to fight for this country and its people once again is a supreme honor. He feels an unprecedented sense of purpose, as if his life has reached its pinnacle, and he is willing to spend the rest of his life protecting this honor.
Elder Jiang slowly sat down in a designated seat. His voice was steady and resolute. "I have a comprehensive understanding of the situation, and I am willing to accept it. Not for the so-called compensation, but for the safety of our country and our people." Each word he spoke was like a hammer, hammering down on the hearts of everyone present. His voice was filled with strength and determination, and everyone present felt an unshakable conviction.
Number One saw this and nodded slightly, motioning Shan Zhizhi to step forward. Shan Zhizhi, the Director of the Security Bureau, was tall and straight, with a powerful gait. He approached Elder Jiang and gave a standard military salute. "Hello, Elder Jiang. I am Shan Zhizhi, Director of the Security Bureau. I will be responsible for this contract." His voice was sonorous and powerful, revealing an unquestionable determination. His eyes were firm, filled with respect for Elder Jiang and confidence in the success of the mission.
Jiang returned the salute, his eyes filled with trust and expectation. "Okay, what can I do?" His tone was calm and resolute, as if he had already prepared for anything. His attitude showed that no matter how difficult the task, he would give his all and live up to the mission.
"Actually, you don't need to do much. All you need is a drop of your heart's blood—that is, blood from your fingertip." Shan Zhizhi pulled a delicately crafted needle from his pocket and handed it to Elder Jiang. Elder Jiang took the needle and, without hesitation, gently pricked his own fingertip. A drop of bright red blood immediately flowed out, and he carefully squeezed it onto a crystal.
At that moment, the crystal seemed to come alive, emitting a dazzling light. The drop of blood slowly spread across the crystal, eventually merging completely into it. The entire room was enveloped in this light, and a sacred and solemn atmosphere permeated the air. Everyone held their breath, raptly witnessing this historic moment. They knew this moment would be recorded in history, a significant moment in the nation's history.
Within the crystal, a light shone like the brightest star in the night sky, blazing for a mere fifteen minutes, fleeting like a fleeting flash of light. Then, the crystal's radiance gradually faded, returning to its original clarity and transparency. However, a droplet of red liquid, like Elder Jiang's blood, appeared in the center of the crystal, a sign of the crystal's rebirth, marking a fresh start. At that moment, everyone understood that a new era had arrived.
"Is that enough?" Number One asked, looking at the crystal with a puzzled look. Shan Zhizhi smiled and explained confidently, "Of course not. This is just the completion of the ceremony on our side. We still need confirmation from the general." His tone revealed a hint of confidence, for he knew that this was only the first step in the entire plan, and the real challenge was yet to come.
The military leader seemed anxious. "We need to act quickly," he urged. "Have someone send the crystal to the general immediately." His attitude was completely different from the one who had been opposing him. It was as if the urgency of time had made him forget his previous stance and objections. He only cared about completing the mission and achieving the goal. Everything else became unimportant.
At his boss's urging, Shan Zhizhi hurried into his office and found Ying Ni's spirit waiting there for a long time. Shan Zhizhi gently placed the crystal on the table. Ying Ni then produced a teleportation talisman and gently lifted the crystal with her spirit power. Then, she turned her gaze towards Shan Zhizhi, as if waiting for something. Her expression was serious and focused, as if she were performing a sacred ritual.
Shan Zhizhi immediately grasped Ying Li's intention. He quickly channeled his spiritual energy and activated the teleportation talisman. In an instant, Ying Li and the crystal disappeared from Shan Zhizhi's sight, as if they had never appeared. Only the faint ripples in the air remained, witnessing the magical and incredible scene.
Deep within the Hundred Thousand Mountains, the forgotten main tomb's tranquility was shattered by an unfathomable force. Enveloped in the strange light of a teleportation talisman, Ying Ni's spirit, like a meteor streaking across the night sky, finally landed steadily in the center of this ancient tomb. Her spirit's return seemed the most natural fate in the universe, and in her hand, a faintly luminous crystal appeared.
Ying Ni took a moment to calm her breath, then slowly opened her long-closed eyes. A desire for the unknown, a quest for power, shone in them. She brought the crystal to her eyes, examining it closely, as if she could see through its surface and discern the power of the laws within. An inexplicable feeling welled up within her, as if her understanding of the Dao had deepened.
She quickly looked inward and discovered that her soul flower seemed to be blooming slightly. This flower was a symbol of her power, and the number of petals and the degree of bloom directly reflected her mastery of the Tao and understanding of the laws. Ying Xuan was shocked. She knew that the difference in strength between gods lay not in the height of their realm, but in their profound understanding of their own Tao and the laws.
Before entering the cycle of reincarnation, her soul flower had only blossomed a third, the fruit of years of cultivation. Yet now, within this ancient tomb, her soul flower had actually begun to bloom a tiny bit. This tiny change, for her, signified a monumental advancement, a significant step forward in her mastery of the Dao.