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"I am accustomed to a life of leisure and wandering. Now that my business here is settled, it is time for me to continue my travels."
Seeing that he was determined to leave, Zhao Fangxu knew that there was no point in keeping him any longer.
He pondered for a moment, then took out two items from his pocket.
Similarly, it is a token carved from the finest Hetian jade, with only a simple and unadorned character "Zhao" engraved on it.
"Master, this is the highest token of my Zhao family. Seeing this token is like seeing me in person."
"If you have any requests in the future, Daoist Master, you only need to take this token to any property under the Zhao family's name. From vast wealth to a single life, you can move it at will."
The other item was a bearer Swiss bank draft with an amount that would make any warlord envious.
"This is just a small token of my respect, but I hope you will accept it, Daoist Master."
Zhang Yunyuan looked at the two items in front of him that represented power and wealth, and shook his head again.
He pushed the promissory note away, but after Zhao Fangxu's repeated insistence, he accepted the jade pendant.
"Money is like fleeting clouds to me."
He put the jade pendant into his sleeve.
"I will accept this plaque, as a token of the good fortune we have formed today."
If fate allows, we shall meet again in the martial world.
After saying that, he took Feng Baobao, who had been standing quietly to the side the whole time, seemingly indifferent to everything, and quietly left Zhao Fangxu's residence, disappearing once again into the hazy night of Tianjin.
Zhao Fangxu wrote a detailed report of 10,000 words overnight.
He not only revealed the whole story of the black market incident, the threat from foreign forces, but also his concerns about the future situation.
Furthermore, he systematically elaborated on Zhang Yunyuan's discourse on the "new order" in conjunction with his own grand vision.
He sent the report to the capital overnight through a secret channel known only to a select few, delivering it directly to the highest levels of government.
A few days later, this secret report from Tianjin caused a huge uproar in a secret conference room at the highest level in Beijing.
Foreign supernatural forces, genetic maps...
Every word was like a steel needle, piercing the most sensitive nerves of every bigwig present.
They convened top experts from various fields overnight to repeatedly discuss and evaluate the report.
Ultimately, everyone's attention was drawn to the latter part of the report, which outlined a vision for establishing a "new order."
Establish a super agency specifically responsible for managing the affairs of extraordinary individuals nationwide.
This was a crazy idea that was considered a pipe dream in the past, and might even cause a violent backlash from the entire world of supernatural beings.
For the first time, it was presented to the highest decision-making level in such a clear, systematic, and feasible way.
A massive transformation, poised to reshape the future of China, has quietly begun.
Chapter 127 Old Friends Return from the Capital
Time flies, and another twenty years have passed.
Over the past twenty years, the turmoil in the martial arts world has gradually subsided. The bloodshed of the Jia Shen Rebellion and the legends of the Eight Extraordinary Skills have faded with time, becoming topics of conversation among the elderly over drinks.
Zhang Yunyuan took Feng Baobao on a tour of western Hunan, where they occasionally heard about the deeds of a young man named Xu Xiang who had risen to fame in the Iron Palm Sect.
He also returned to Sichuan several times in search of Zhang Huaiyi's whereabouts, but unfortunately the village was already deserted. It was said that the news had leaked out and he was hunted down by his enemies, forcing him to migrate again.
He tried to contact them by letter, but it was like throwing a stone into the sea.
He also returned to Longhu Mountain once.
The mountain gate remains the same, but the people and things have changed.
Zhang Zhiwei has become increasingly composed, and a hint of the old Celestial Master's majesty has appeared between his brows.
Both he and Tian Jinzhong are irreversibly aging; their once upright figures are now weathered by time, and their temples are streaked with gray.
Things change, people change; nothing could be more true.
After so many years, Zhang Yunyuan's cultivation level had already broken through the Acquired Realm and reached the Half-Step Innate Realm.
Zhang Zhiwei, with his terrifying talent for cultivation, actually reached the upper reaches of the Acquired Realm!
Looking across the world of supernatural beings, there is no one who can rival him.
Although Tian Jinzhong's talent was mediocre, he had accumulated enough experience over the years to reach the pinnacle.
Once weak, they have grown into towering figures in the world of supernatural beings over the decades.
Over the past twenty years, Zhao Fangxu has risen through the ranks thanks to his outstanding achievements in eradicating the black market and annihilating the Western supernatural beings, eventually succeeding in entering the capital.
He never gave up investigating "Master Yun" and used all available resources, but to no avail.
The Taoist priest seemed to have never existed in the world, as mysterious as a legend fabricated out of thin air.
Fifty years after the Jia Shen Rebellion, under the mediation and impetus of Zhao Fangxu and other forces, an official organization aimed at balancing the interests of various factions and reshaping the order of the supernatural world was quietly established.
Its name is "Na Du Tong" (meaning "All-in-One").
With the organization newly established and everything in need of rebuilding, the top leadership issued invitations to recruit talented individuals from all over the country.
In the early 1990s, newly built buildings and busy construction sites were everywhere in Beijing, and the air was filled with a vigorous and raw vitality.
An office building bearing a brand-new "NaDuTong" sign exudes an unusual solemnity, with a heavily guarded entrance.
Zhang Yunyuan sat at a simple tea stall on the street corner, drinking coarse tea that cost two coins a bowl, listening to the people around him discussing how this newly established "express delivery company" with special powers and responsibilities was recruiting talents.
He put down his teacup and said to Feng Baobao, who was staring intently at the sugar-blowing stall, "Let's go."
The two walked through the dusty streets and headed straight for the building.
Two arrogant security guards in brand-new uniforms glanced at them sideways. Seeing that the two were dressed simply, they immediately became wary and impatient, and raised their hands to stop them.
"Halt! What do you two want?"
One of the tall security guards stood in front of them, speaking in a curt and businesslike manner.
Zhang Yunyuan spoke in a flat tone.
"Who are you looking for? Do you have an appointment?"
Another short, stout security guard frowned and took out a registration book:
"This is an important unit; not just anyone can come in."
"Find Zhao Fangxu."
Zhang Yunyuan said calmly.
The tall security guard paused for a moment, then chuckled and exchanged a knowing look with his companion:
“Every day there are people like you who make up some excuse to see the boss.”
I'll ask again, do you have an appointment?
"No appointment was made. But you can just let them know that an old friend of the Yun family is visiting."
Zhang Yunyuan remained calm.
The short, stout security guard waved his hand impatiently.
"Is Chairman Zhao someone who is extremely busy and can be seen by just anyone?"
"Please leave if you don't have an appointment. Don't waste our time!"
Zhang Yunyuan frowned slightly:
“I do have important business to attend to. If you cause me any delay, you cannot bear the responsibility.”
The tall security guard straightened his back as if he had heard the biggest joke in the world.
"What responsibility do I bear for stopping these scammers here? Let me tell you, I've seen all kinds of people in this position!"
This is the third one like you this month!
"If you don't leave now, I'm going to call security!"
The short, stout security guard stepped forward and pointed to the other side of the street:
"See that? The police station is right over there!"
If you keep bothering me, I'm really going to call the police!
They're saying you're suspected of impersonating others and attempting to infiltrate an important organization!
One of them even reached out and tried to shove Zhang Yunyuan.
Zhang Yunyuan didn't move, he just watched him quietly.
The guard's hand was only halfway out when it was blocked by an invisible wall of energy, preventing him from advancing any further.
His face flushed red, and he strained with all his might, but his hand seemed to be welded to the ground.
Just then, the glass doors of the building opened, and a middle-aged man in a Zhongshan suit with a composed demeanor accompanied a person who looked like a cadre and appeared to be in a hurry to come out, as if they had just finished an important meeting.
The man in the Zhongshan suit casually glanced at the entrance and happened to see two guards pushing and shoving two Taoist priests to stop them.
He frowned, about to reprimand him.
"What happened? I didn't know today..."
He was speaking when his gaze fell on Zhang Yunyuan's face, and he froze as if struck by lightning.
The next second, the impatience on his face was replaced by extreme horror and ecstasy, and his voice changed.
"Master Yun... Master Yun?!"
This officer was one of Zhao Fangxu's trusted confidants who followed him in eradicating the black market years ago.
Twenty years later, he is now a middle-level manager who is "knows everything".
But the face before me was exactly the same as the one I saw that night in Tianjin twenty years ago!
Is Zhao Fangxu there?
Zhang Yunyuan asked calmly.
"Yes! Yes! The chairman is in his office!"