Under One Person: One Person Goes

Chapter 229: A fleeting moment
Zhang Zhiwei went down the mountain, just as Zhang Jingqing said.

On the second day after Zhang Zhiwei came down the mountain, a piece of news spread all over the country from Jianghu Xiaozhan, the strange Jianghu intelligence station.

As the leader of the Xuanmen sect, Zhang Jingqing, in his capacity as the 64th successor of the Heavenly Master of the Han Dynasty, deprived his eldest disciple Zhang Zhiwei of his status as a disciple of Mount Longhu and drove him off the mountain. From then on, Mount Longhu had nothing to do with Zhang Zhiwei anymore.

After this news was announced by Jianghu Xiaozhan to all sects and factions, including the entire circle, Heavenly Master Zhang Jingqing also refused to see outsiders on the pretext of seclusion.

All affairs of Mount Longhu are managed by disciples Zhang Enpu and Zhang Huaiyi together with a group of fellow disciples.

These two pieces of news were like a depth bomb to the various factions that were watching the Central Plains War coming to an end, leaving them completely confused.

The martial arts competition between the King and the Zhang at the Lu family's birthday banquet has long become a legend in the circle of extraordinary people. For many sects that did not go to the Lu family's birthday banquet to celebrate Old Master Lu's birthday, they want to slap themselves in the face every time they think of this incident.

Especially the incident of the old commander of Fengtian being attacked outside the Great Wall two years ago, when a king and a Zhang joined forces to kill thirty masters of strange people mixed with Manchus and Japanese. That battle was also depicted on paper by the Wang family of the four famous families with their own magical skills.

Everyone understands that from now on, there will only be this one king in this world of strange people.

Let’s not talk about the one with the surname Wang, but you, the Heavenly Master with the surname Zhang, are you giving us this?
You, the old man, drove this precious disciple who had great hopes of reaching the sky and ascending to heaven off the mountain without even giving him an explanation, and even stripped him of his status as a member of Longhu Mountain? What, did this precious disciple go along with Quan Xing?

That's not right. Even if he went along with Quan Xing, if they were to deal with him, they would lock him up and let him reflect on his mistakes. Is it necessary to be so cruel as to expel him and cut off all ties with him?

The key point is that you went into seclusion after you finished speaking, and asked the other two disciples named Zhang and other elders to come out to manage the affairs of the Tianshi Mansion. This is not allowed.

They also know Zhang Huaiyi to some extent. He is another good disciple who, like Zhang Zhiwei, was given the surname Zhang by you. Where did Zhang Enpu come from?
The direct descendant of Zhang Daoling, the first generation Heavenly Master? Ridiculous! How can the inheritance of Heavenly Masters be imitated by the nine sons of the Qing Dynasty? Heavenly Master, you are confused!
After these two pieces of news broke, all the families and sects that were on good terms with the Tianshi Mansion, whether they were sincere or pretending, had to come out at this time and go to Longhu Mountain to ask Tianshi Zhang Jingqing for clarification.

Especially the Zhengyi lineage, which is led by the Longhu Mountain Heavenly Master. This weight cannot be accepted by everyone just by someone with the surname Zhang, even if you are the direct bloodline descendant of the first generation Heavenly Master Zhang Daoling!

Even the head of the Trinity Sect in Fujian, the immortal Zuo Ruotong of Daying, was alarmed and went down the mountain to Longhu Mountain in person.

Those with ulterior motives were already inquiring about the whereabouts of Zhang Zhiwei, the former senior disciple of Mount Longhu.

However, after Zhang Zhiwei was cut off from the world by Zhang Jingqing and driven down the mountain, he disappeared from the face of the earth. There was no news about him in the world, and no one knew where he had gone.

"Alas, this king and this Zhang, one caused such a big trouble and ran away from the country without saying a word, and the other was driven down the mountain and disappeared without a trace for no one knows what he did. Now there are wars going on at home and famines. How come this world is still the same after all the changes?"

In the Yinghe Tower, a small inn in the capital, the young innkeeper Liu Wei was leaning against the railing.

He was holding a wine gourd in his hand, and the streets of the capital were filled with victims who had fled from the famine in Guanzhong area, each of them like a walking corpse.

It seemed that after Wang Yi left, the capital city became what it used to be.

"Give the order to send more people and inform me as soon as there is any news about the little master."

"Yes."

"It's better to be drunk. When you're drunk, you don't have to see things so clearly. When you're drunk..."

As he spoke, he drank another gourd of wine. Burping, Liu Wei, who was lying on the railing, looked like a drunk, talking drunkenly.

In the summer of the 19th year of the Republic of China, no one expected that such a thing would happen in the circle of extraordinary people.

But apart from this incident that shocked the entire extraordinary circle, all the schools and factions calmed down again, watching the world, which had just ended the Central Plains War and was about to start a new round of war, in silence.

As for Wang Yi, who is temporarily in the United States, he is not aware of what happened at home this year.

After the deputy leader of the ant nest, the sorcerer Wuxiang, used his own remaining national fortune as a guide to cast a fortune-changing spell to seize his own fortune, everything returned to peace.

As a beneficiary of good fortune, Wang Yi deeply understands what Lu Guangda said to him before: "When good luck comes, heaven and earth are on your side; when bad luck is gone, heroes have no freedom."

He stayed in his own residence, ate three meals a day, and practiced meditation. Good news came out one after another.

First came the Continental Hotel and the Continental Group. Spam, canned luncheon meat that came into being during the Great Depression and became popular during World War II, was born from the Continental Group at the end of the 30s.

Through the channels of the Behemoth Foundation, it was soon spread throughout the United States.

In the United States, which is still in the quagmire of the Great Depression, canned luncheon meat, which is targeted at downgraded consumption by everyone, has become a popular instant food across the country, achieving phenomenal success ahead of time.

For the second generation heir of Hormel, the original victim who had no choice but to be acquired by Continental Group, it was really like crying without tears, because this money should have been earned by Hormel!!!
As for penicillin, which Wang Yi was most concerned about, with the support of various resources provided by himself, he also overcame the first difficulty and solved the problem of the culture dish.

This was a great progress. Through the information shared by his divine incarnation John Wick, he learned that Fleming, the discoverer of penicillin, discovered penicillin by accident.

After that, no matter how much I studied, I couldn't recreate the culture dish where penicillin was born. It wasn't until I came to the United States that I solved the problem.

But there are other problems ahead, such as how to increase the yield, how to separate, extract, purify it, and finally apply it to the human body.

Problems come one after another, but all things are difficult at the beginning. Now that we have a stable culture dish, the rest will be solved by time and luck.

Fortunately, I have plenty of time and luck now.

As for other aspects, with James, a professional manager, in charge, they also began to use the channels of the Behemoth Group to deliver part of the goods belonging to the Continental Group to foreign companies in Shanghai in the Republic of China.

Drinks with labels printed with the letter "Everywhere" and white cloud patterns, Spam cans, and the Republic of China branch of the Continental Hotel that had begun construction in the British and American International Settlement in Shanghai were gradually coming into the view of the people and authorities in Shanghai during the Republic of China, letting them know that a new powerful foreign brand had arrived.

This was also Wang Yi's advance preparation before returning to China.

Now that he has the capital tiger skin, how to turn it into a talisman to support himself when the time comes also requires certain preparations.

Fortunately, the current Nationalist Government is essentially a comprador class government.

It's the kind of feudal government that the Chinese emperor would have to kneel down and beg the bald man to do something. As a comprador class government, any problem that can be solved with money is not a problem.

Now that the purse is taken care of, the next thing is the fist. In troubled times, the fist has to protect the purse so that the purse can spend money to support the fist.

Using the list that Wang Yi had provided to another manager, Winston, through the god John Wick, Winston also asked the hired political brokers to contact them one by one.

All that was needed was to contact these target individuals during this Great Depression and tell them that Continental was happy to provide them with all the financial support they needed for their future, but that there was no rush for rewards.

No one would refuse such a win-win situation, even if the target people themselves were not short of money, but no one would complain about having too much money. As for Wang Yi himself, the most direct feeling of this inflated fortune bonus was in the aspect of cultivation.

Take Jin Dun Liuguang for example, who ran more than 1600 kilometers back and forth and almost lost half his life.

Wang Yi, who transformed into a golden stream of light and repeated this journey again, did not seem as tired as before. He felt as if there was a force pushing him from behind as soon as he took the first step, replacing the consumption of his internal energy.

Not only the Jindun Liuguang escape technique, but all the means he currently possessed have been strengthened with the blessing of the American national destiny that is now attached to him.

Even the daily circulation of the meridians became smooth and without any sense of sluggishness, giving Wang Yi a sense of natural development.

"Now I understand why this old guy is so obsessed with it. He is clearly just a wage earner, and he didn't get out when he could, but he had to work so hard and rely on the country's destiny to practice. Isn't this a kind of Eight Wonders Skill?"

Inside the apartment, Wang Yi felt his cultivation level increasing every day, and he understood what Wuxiang, the old man, was doing.

Not everyone can resist the feeling of getting stronger even when sleeping.

But the more this happened, the more Wang Yi understood the viciousness of the Wuxiang technique. When you are blessed by good fortune and become accustomed to all of this.

Suddenly, the fortunes turn against you, and all the smooth sailing before becomes stumbling blocks, and even your spiritual practice starts to go wrong.

This extreme sense of disparity from heaven to hell, coupled with the backlash of fortune and the arrival of enemies, is a complete kill!

Especially with this kind of good fortune blessing him, Wang Yi could roughly sense when his fortune would backfire.

"A year later? Then we'll see who has better luck. But please give me some more surprises. What I have now is not enough for me."

Wang Yi was talking to himself. It was not until a year later that his fortunes began to turn against him, which coincided with the local anti-Japanese war outside the Great Wall.

At this sensitive time, Wang Yi would not do anything more because he had done what he should do.

If, with so many conditions supporting them, the three provinces outside the Great Wall still fell early without firing a shot, then it would be inevitable that I would give this young marshal an inglorious ending.

Thinking of this, Wang Yi continued his day of practice. Although it was just a powerful experience card, experiencing it more would also help him accumulate experience for the future.

While Wang Yi was enjoying the blessing from the American fortune and various newbie benefits, he was the initiator of all this.

Warlock Wuxiang, the deputy leader of the number one mutant organization in the United States, is hiding at the border between the United States and Canada, which is the location of the ant nest that has now completely shrunk and disappeared.

A howl that was not like a human voice was also heard in this secret room that was completely isolated from the outside world, followed by the crazy and hoarse voice of the sorcerer Wuxiang.

"One year?! Where on earth did this guy come from? It took a year for his luck to backfire on him?!"

"You failed?"

A steady voice was heard in the darkness, but the anger in the voice could not be concealed.

"No, Commander-in-Chief, it only takes one year for us to return to the top with the help of Wang Yi's luck!"

"Can you last a year?"

"That's why we need your help, Commander-in-Chief!"

"If it weren't for you, would the ant nest be in such a state of collapse right now?"

The commander-in-chief of the ant nest, who was only heard but not seen, no longer concealed his emotions. While questioning the sorcerer Wuxiang, a hidden power filled the space.

Just the might was enough to make the dying warlock Wuxiang unable to bear it, and blood oozed from his body and seven orifices.

But obviously, the commander-in-chief of the Ant Nest also knew that Wuxiang could not die now, otherwise it would only benefit the alien Wang Yi, who he had never met or fought against before.

The sorcerer Wuxiang also knew that the other party did not dare to kill him, so he responded fearlessly.

"Great Commander, when you asked me to study this, you should have thought of the result today. Speaking of which, you should thank me because my magic has brought the ant nest a chance to make further progress, right?"

"You call this a step further?"

"Isn't it? Wang Yi, a 25-year-old alien who doesn't even have a master from a big sect, actually needs a year to wait for his fortune to turn against him. For a stock with such potential, shouldn't we be more patient and wait for it to rise to its peak before shorting it and eating us up?"

The ant nest commander in the darkness was silent for a moment before continuing to speak.

"I heard that in your country, this alien Wang Yi and another alien named Zhang Zhiwei are recognized by the alien circle in your country as the two people who are most likely to reach the sky in this era? Is this the destiny of the people who reach the sky?"

"All-powerful? Haha, maybe. But the more so, the more patient you need to be, Commander-in-Chief. Protect me well and don't let me die. Otherwise, my fate today will be the fate of you and the Ant Nest tomorrow. In addition, I have to correct you on one point, Commander-in-Chief. It's not about us. I'm an American."

"You are an American? Haha, indeed, then be a good American and don't die."

"Of course, may God be with us, Commander-in-Chief."

The voice disappeared, and the sorcerer Wuxiang just breathed a sigh of relief, but his face suddenly changed.

His stomach, which was already on the verge of death, made a rumbling sound, and red spots appeared on his body.

“Ah!! Alien King Yi! You deserve to die!!!”

In the dark secret room, the sorcerer Wuxiang, on the brink of physical and social death, once again let out a cry of resentment towards Wang Yi.

In this tug-of-war of fortunes where one side was smiling and the other side was screaming, the 1930th year of the Republic of China, which is , passed by.

The 20th year of the Republic of China also arrived.

In early April of that year, an American named Morse brought in the harvest of his hard work in the third year of the Republic of China, which was China's 5,000 years of agricultural technology and the most valuable soybean seeds in all of China.

Then he boarded the ship back to the United States.

(End of this chapter)