The First Demon of the Chan Sect
Chapter 186 - 186 132 Saint Part 1

186: Chapter 132 Saint (Part 1) 186: Chapter 132 Saint (Part 1) Upon entering the villa’s grand hall, Ling Shan gave a brief rundown of the situation.

Learning that it was the despised Little Japanese who were making trouble, Li Qingming couldn’t help but seethe with rage and decided to teach those audacious Japanese devils a lesson.

“Hey, something’s not right!

I say you little one, how did you get these injuries?” Li Qingming hadn’t noticed Ling Shan’s condition before, but now, upon a casual glance, he was surprised to find that he was wounded.

Before Ling Shan could respond, it was Ling Ran who spoke up in indignation, “Zusi, you don’t know!

The injuries on Shanzi were inflicted by a gang of Japanese dwarfs in an ambush.

If it weren’t for the Exotic Beast ‘Cloud Mist Swift Rabbit’ he had with him, his hundred and some pounds of flesh would’ve been left in the hands of those five Japanese ghosts!”

Hearing this, Li Qingming, who was always protective of his own, felt his anger boiling even more.

An invisible surge of Evil Qi instantly broke through the villa and shot straight into the sky.

Li Qingming extended his right hand and gently placed it on Ling Shan’s shoulder.

Soon after, Ling Shan felt a stream of pure Yuqing True Essence flow through his entire body, miraculously healing his injuries completely and faintly feeling his Cultivation climb to a new level.

It seemed as if he could ascend and face the Heavenly Tribulation whenever he wished.

Overjoyed, Ling Shan bowed deeply to thank Li Qingming, filled with even greater reverence in his heart.

“Alright, stop dazing!

If we delay any longer, real trouble will ensue!” Li Qingming looked at the handsome men and beautiful women of Group 7 and, without waiting for them to react, waved his hand gently, drawing everyone into the Sleeve Universe.

After determining the direction, Li Qingming tore through the Void.

When they reappeared, they had already arrived in Japan Kyoto.

In a secluded corner, the group of young men and women were dizzily flung out by Li Qingming.

Emerging from the dark alleyway, everyone was astounded by the scene before them.

The bustling Capital City was a symbol of Japan, with towering skyscrapers piercing the sky and rows of neon lights shining brightly.

Shops were brightly lit, and traffic flowed ceaselessly.

On the streets, drunken Japanese could be seen everywhere, staggering along or lying down by the roadside.

Not far away, in the bustling center of the city, besides the drunken men, there was an added spectacle: a multitude of scantily clad and garishly dressed Japanese women either stood by the roadside or leaned against shopfronts, casting seductive glances at passersby or calling out loudly.

Touching his shiny bald head, Ling Shan exclaimed in shock, “Holy crap, we’re already in Little Japan Kyoto?”

Ling Ran, agreeing, pressed his temple and said, “The grandmaster truly is a Divine being!”

One of the group’s nonchalant young men took out a cigarette and inhaled deeply, saying, “Soggy old man, meal old man, Mami-chan…

The big boss Wang Li has arrived!”

The group collectively rolled their eyes at him.

Ling Ran pushed Wang Li aside, weakly protesting, “Stop goofing around!

Quickly get in touch with our comrades in Kyoto and find out where those damned Japanese dwarfs are!”

Wang Li sneakily glanced at Li Qingming and shivered suddenly, saying, “Yes, boss!

Everyone follow me, our headquarters in Little Japan Kyoto is in a small inn west of Ginza!”

Upon hearing this, Li Qingming slightly frowned, “Ginza?

Isn’t that the busiest place in Tokyo?

Placing your headquarters there, aren’t you afraid of being exposed?”

Wang Li chuckled and said, “The most dangerous place is often the safest!”

Everyone had a sudden realization, “Indeed, that’s bold courage!”

Unbeknownst to them, the pitch-black night suddenly filled with oppression.

The bustling city couldn’t disperse the gloomy clouds hanging over Kyoto!

The group walked slowly through the bustling city, and unwittingly, they had entered the most glamorous Ginza District.

The frenzied neon lights dazzled onlookers, the chaotic sounds of cars, crowds, and music were enough to deafen.

Truly, this place was madness!

Beside him, the bustling crowd and the brightly colored Flowing Color Building displayed the astonishing prosperity of the Ginza District.

However, the numerous prostitutes still scantily clad despite the cold wind, and the many lecherous clients eyeing them hungrily, made Li Qingming shake his head repeatedly.

Wang Li, leading the way, along with an ordinary-looking young man wearing thick glasses, kept sizing things up and sighing in admiration.

After about a quarter of an hour, Wang Li raised his hand and said softly, “We’re here.”

The group of more than twenty people looked up and saw that they had reached the edge of Ginza.

In front of them was a decently sized roadside hotel with several unintelligible Japanese characters embedded in its colorful neon lights.

The group pushed the door open and entered the hotel.

The hotel wasn’t too big but was decorated with a flashy atmosphere.

Inside the lobby, a large reception desk was manned by two delicate Japanese ladies in low-cut tops and ultra-short skirts, hard at work.

Wang Li seemed to have been here before, even flirting with the busy ladies momentarily before leading the group down a hallway on the left side of the hotel.

After walking through the corridor and passing a concealed back door guarded by someone, they quickly arrived at a small courtyard behind the hotel.

Wang Li stepped into the courtyard and gently pressed on what appeared to be an ordinary stone lion.

At the same time, a stream of pure True Essence slowly flowed into the stone lion.

“Boom!”

Accompanying the deep rumbling sound, an archway abruptly appeared before the group.

They could faintly see the environment beyond the archway, filled with the sounds and scents of nature.

Li Qingming inwardly praised, “What a marvelous small world!

I didn’t expect the Huaxia Cultivation World to have such a character!”

Wang Li made a beckoning gesture with his hand, indicating Li Qingming to go first.

Li Qingming stepped forward without hesitation and entered the small world.

This was a small world about a square mile in size, filled with the chirping of birds and the fragrance of flowers, verdant with vegetation, and a few quaintly styled small buildings not far off.

A middle-aged man with white hair, along with several other middle-aged men and women, had been quietly waiting in front of the small building for quite some time.

Li Qingming’s eyes lit up.

He had not expected the person in charge of the Huaxia headquarters in Capital City Kyoto to be an Independent Immortal who had endured eight Heavenly Tribulations.

The other few, though Cultivators, were merely at the peak of Refining Essence to Qi.

“Welcome, Fellow Daoists!” the middle-aged man walked over with an imposing manner and bowed, saying “I am Xuanqingzi, an Elder of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect.

These individuals are Huaxia agents who have been undercover inside the Kyoto government!”

Li Qingming glanced at everyone indifferently and didn’t speak.

However, Ling Ran and others took turns paying their respects.

“Ling Ran, disciple of Yuxu Palace, under Huaxia Special Action Group, rank of Major General!”

“Ling Shan, disciple of Yuxu Palace, under Huaxia Special Action Group, rank of Lieutenant Colonel!”

“Wang Li, disciple of the Heavenly Mountain Sword Sect, under Huaxia Special Action Group, rank of Lieutenant Colonel!”

…

Several agents stepped forward and shook hands with each member of Group 7.

Being in a foreign land, in the enemy territory, and seeing comrades from the motherland was such a joyful and exhilarating experience!

For a moment, those iron-clad men and heroic women who had been undercover for many years were moved to tears and extremely agitated!

Although Li Qingming had a sub-saint’s state of mind and was close to entering the Saint Realm, his heart swelled with emotion at this moment!

The strong sense of belonging to the Huaxia Nation made Li Qingming truly feel his heartfelt devotion for the first time.

What does it matter how one Cultivates or becomes an Immortal, or even becomes a Saint?

He was always a person of Huaxia, forever a descendant of the Huaxia Nation!

(To be continued.

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