I Have A Martial Dao World

Western countries have a very special reward called "The First Embrace."

It can turn mortals into vampires, whose lifespans can reach 500 years or even longer, attracting countless people. Continue your journey on empire

As long as one makes sufficient contributions, such as advancements in technology, one can receive "The First Embrace."

Many mortal scientists have thus been turned into vampires, making the killing tools of Western nations more efficient.

Even many foreign elites covet longevity and die in their service.

At the moment, Lu Yao was silently looking at a photo of an "Elikon 20mm autocannon" in the newspaper.

Unlike Blue Star, this autocannon was designed specifically to counter the enemy's "knights."

It could even kill Innate Realm powerhouses, and the newspaper had even dedicated a special section to introduce this weapon.

The headline was: [Mortal Slaying Immortal]

Martial artists of the Innate Realm are impervious to swords and incredibly fast. In ancient times, they were called "land immortals."

They were previously only feared artillery, but now with the advent of autocannons, mortals can also snap their fingers and kill those unreachable "immortals."

"One really shouldn't underestimate Western countries that are advancing equally with technology and extraordinary powers."

After putting down the newspaper, Lu Yao said to the obedient Er Ya, "Train hard in martial arts. In the future, this world will certainly require formidable power to survive."

Er Ya bowed and said, "Disciple understands."

"Your foundation is stable. Next, I'll help you with the 'Art of the Dragon Slayer Manual' massage to strive for early success in Organ Refining."

"Thank you, Uncle Master!" The young girl quickly lay down.

The more one understands the hardships of training in martial arts, the clearer how precious a Spirit Refining Expert's massage is.

The difference of several major realms between them meant that after one massage session, Er Ya received tremendous benefits.

Her bones began to itch faintly, a sign that the Bone-Tempering was about to reach consummation!

Lu Yao smiled and said, "Your foundation is even more solid than I imagined, showing that you haven't slacked off. Well done. Keep up the good work in the future~"

"Don't worry, Uncle Master. Your disciple will not slack off!"

The young girl solemnly promised with utmost seriousness, making Lu Yao suddenly feel that having such a worry-free disciple wasn't too bad.

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A few days later, the time came to the end of December.

Today was a special day— the Western Religion's "God's Descent Festival," believed to be the day God came to the world to spread the gospel.

The warring Western countries unanimously ceased hostilities for one day, and the newspapers unusually had no news of warfare.

After signing treaties with the Imperial Court, foreign missionaries were allowed to proselytize freely, and naturally, many came to Yunzhou, an open port for trade.

These missionaries led the "religious followers" in their observance of the holiday, offering the locals much to see of Western scenes.

On the other hand, most of the people in Shun Dynasty were concerned about the "Personal Governance Ceremony," which would take place in five days.

At that time, the Era would enter its 15th year of Yong'an, the Imperial Court would have a new steward, and everyone hoped life would get better—beginning with a reduction of the recently increased taxes.

In Jin Garden

Seeing that the sisters were only two or three pages away from deciphering the "Bitter Cultivation and Enlightenment Sutra," Lu Yao decided to make some preparations in advance.

"The last time I tried to buy a tank unsuccessfully; this time I should get my wish."

After notifying the sisters, he then took the Wing-Suit Flight Suit and Ping An to a deserted spot and opened the light gate.

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It was 10 p.m. on Blue Star, with the city's bright lights just beginning to signify the start of nightlife.

But the "Mountain Villa" where Lu Yao was located was shrouded in darkness.

Since the property had been unsaleable for many years, the estate management had completely given up, and not even streetlights were lit at night.

Pulling out a brick-like cellphone to turn it on, all the message apps displayed "99+."

Initially enthusiastic, Lu Yao had since grown tired of checking them.

He found that aside from some who were plainly making foolish moves, quite a few were coming for that 200 million bounty.

However, one message was from Zhao Ya, who was on "special attention":

[Lu Yao, your battle armor design is ready. I couldn't contact you, so I sent it to the built-in mailbox of your PDA. This time I only assisted, and Mr. Semyon really put in a lot of effort]

Upon checking the mailbox, there indeed was a set of detailed designs for the battle armor.

"Finally ready." After skimming through it and seeing the prominent design style of the Iron Alliance, Lu Yao was satisfied.

He then opened the news to see that the Star Alliance Country was still kicking up a fuss, vehemently criticizing Xia Country.

Between the lines, they wanted Lu Yao extradited back to Star Alliance Country to stand trial, otherwise, they would launch even harsher sanctions.

"Don't cause trouble for others; it's time to leave. I'll fly to Yukolun myself."

Having donned the Wing-Suit Flight Suit, he whistled to Ping An.

Ping An immediately responded to its master's call and took flight, carrying him into the sky.

The Spiritual Sparrowhawk's body size had grown to nearly 1.8 meters with a wingspan of 4 meters, with each flap of its wings stirring up strong gusts of wind, causing trees in the yard to sway.

Climbing at a speed of about 200 km per hour, the world below grew increasingly smaller as currents of air constantly slapped against him.

Lu Yao spread his wings, delighting in soaring through the high skies.

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The full journey was 7000 kilometers; Lu Yao flew for a day and a night before arriving.

In Yukolun, winter had set in, transforming the land into an ice and snow world.

Ping An, originally from a frigid highland habitat, grew even more excited, screeching repeatedly.

Lu Yao fed it two Wisdom Spirit Pills and passed on a burst of fiery Inner Breath to the Spiritual Sparrowhawk, who quietly settled down to enjoy the treat.

"Go play on your own, but don't let anyone see you, okay?"

Yukolun was sparsely populated, and the area around Marshal's Tank Factory was even more deserted. Ping An flew off to wreak havoc on the local wildlife.

With a powerful leap, Lu Yao reached the tank factory in less than 10 minutes.

This time, Alexander personally greeted him at the gate with a touch of respect, saying, "Long time no see, dear Lu."

Lu Yao had made an advance call during a stopover, indicating he was coming.

He glanced casually around and chuckled, "I thought you might inform the Star Alliance to capture me for the 200 million dollars. Aren't you tempted?"

Alexander let out a hearty laugh and said, "Don't joke like that. You're an important business partner of mine. We from Yukolun would never betray a friend~"

At his words, Lu Yao smiled and said nothing, hinting, "I, too, sincerely hope not to lose a partner."

The other party was certainly tempted, but being alive and well in this line of work, he was surely not a fool.

With a smile, Alexander led Lu Yao through the barren factory grounds, past tanks overgrown with rust, into a luxurious office.