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Chapter 464: Chapter 344: Sweeping the Battlefield with Firearms, Creating a Printer Factory_3

Border security… is the toughest and most exhausting.

Those bandits won’t consider which day you’re resting; they might appear at any spot along the border anytime, anywhere.

The people have holidays, but they don’t.

At this moment, everyone felt a soft spot in their hearts being struck.

“It was done by our own people…”

“They did what we wanted but couldn’t do ourselves.”

“Maybe we should… stop investigating these people.”

What happened next… became much simpler.

Notices of the crimes were broadcast, harsh sentences were delivered, the ringleaders were shot, border warnings were issued, anti-fraud propaganda was spread…

The individuals who did this were overlooked.

The officials never mentioned it again, leaving behind a mystery.

…

Meanwhile, Yang Genshuo had traveled through many places and arrived at the hottest battlefield in Eurasia.

The war raged on.

The unending roar of artillery fire echoed across the land.

The power of heavy weaponry sent shockwaves of fear through Yang Genshuo.

“If a missile hit me head-on… wouldn’t I be bruised all over? Isn’t that the equivalent of a full-strength hit from the peak of the Foundation Establishment Stage?”

A single missile, and a towering skyscraper would be reduced to rubble!

How was that any different from the might of heaven and earth?

“If they use heavy weaponry, it would be even more terrifying…”

The streets, scarred and deserted, were devoid of life.

“Sigh… peace is truly better.”

Yang Genshuo was right at the front lines of combat.

At the moment, as usual, he used an “Invisibility Talisman,” making him invisible to others.

He was also wearing a set of High Grade Magic Artifact clothing, lined with Fourth Grade Protective Talismans.

These talismans could withstand the damage of a Golden Core Stage attack!

In case an unseeing shell fell on his head, at least he’d be able to withstand it for a bit.

Today, he was here to “borrow” some firepower.

Last time, the Yang Family was trapped by Hui Ji the Daoist’s Great Array, like sitting ducks, unable to break the enemy’s array.

Yang Genshuo learned from the painful experience!

“We lacked firepower!”

All fear sprung from insufficient firepower!

If the Yang Family launched an intercontinental missile at Hui Ji the Daoist’s forehead, it wouldn’t matter if he was at the Golden Core Stage, he’d be vaporized.

If they used a nuclear bomb…

They could remotely annihilate a Sect from afar.

“Cultivators may be strong, but they too have limits. If my firepower exceeds their limits… they all die!”

Yang Genshuo’s Spiritual Sense scanned his surroundings, informed by a military officer that the next batch of fire support from the west would arrive tonight.

A slight smile curled up at the corner of his mouth.

‘Sorry, but I’ll be taking this support.’

Late at night, three massive transport planes flew in from the west.

The vast cargo holds were filled with an array of weaponry and ammunition.

Drones, missiles, rocket launchers, various firearms…

Just as the handover was taking place… a cloud of smoke drifted in from the distance.

“What the? Is there a fire somewhere?”

“Oh my dear Sergeant Jess, if this fire affects our return flight, I swear I’ll kick your ass with my boot!”

The smoke enveloped the entire airfield.

Ding ding ding~ ding ding ding~

A bell rang out, and all the people within a hundred meters fell to the ground.

Amidst the smoke, the pilots of the three transport planes were knocked out and tossed out.

Then, Yang Genshuo placed his hand on the transport planes…

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

The three massive transport planes were stored inside a Fourth Grade Storage Ring.

“Got it!”

Yang Genshuo quickly left.

When the smoke cleared… everyone stared at the empty airfield, looking at each other in confusion.

“Fuck!!!”

“Where are our planes?!”

“Damn it! Who took our planes?!”

While they were all in shock, Yang Genshuo had already run to the rear, taking all their missile launchers and emptied their ammunition depots as well.

Overnight, the soldiers at the front lost most of their weapons and became… sitting ducks.

Everyone trembled in fear.

When they reported to their superiors… they couldn’t come up with any reasonable explanation.

After struggling to find an excuse, the highest-ranking officer made a call.

“Boss, if I say we have ghosts here, and a ghost stole our equipment… would you believe it?”

“Also, we urgently need to retreat.”

After getting an earful, they were ordered to continue holding their positions.

It was no different from being sent to their deaths.

The soldiers were in despair, but after waiting half a day, they realized there was no activity from the other side either…

“Eh? Where are their tanks? How come we haven’t seen any today?”

The next day, the international news reported:

“Last night, on Christmas Eve.”

…

Yang Genshuo had already blended in with the returning planes, sitting in the cargo hold, eating Spirit Fruits and fried chicken personally made by Shen Yao.

“Mmm~ Fried chicken from the Immortal Cultivation World is indeed not bad, quality ingredients really make the difference.”

“The only good thing about the yearly offerings is that I never go hungry, I can eat something warm anytime.”

“Wait until I get back, I’ve got a big job for you all!”

On this trip, Yang Genshuo hopped from place to place, mooching rides on planes, never purchasing a single ticket, completely undetectable.

A foreign flight attendant who didn’t know any better once stumbled upon the cargo hold and, seeing Yang Genshuo’s muscular build and handsome appearance, suggested they engage in a friendly international relations skirmish right there.

Yang Genshuo coldly rejected the idea.

This attendant, with who knows how many flights she’s on, might carry diseases. How could he risk that?

Though he had medicine, it wasn’t necessary.

Every time he went to the club with Brother Bo, he only went for the non-physical pleasures, never indulging in more physical activities.

He focused on enjoying the spirit of the experience.

However… feeling his vigorous vitality, Yang Genshuo thought that going on like this wasn’t a solution.

The image of Lin Yue and her jeans surfaced in his mind…

Suddenly, a sense of guilt interrupted his fantasies.

“Sigh, poor kid, why didn’t the Dragon God Immortal Palace come up with something to cure congenital diseases this time?”

Yang Genshuo had previously thought Lin Yue’s condition would be easy to cure, but soon realized that congenital disabilities were very difficult to treat in the Immortal Cultivation World, as they were also considered part of reversing fate and changing destiny.