I Kidnapped 1.4 Billion People

"Brother Changyue, can you tell me about cultivators?"

This was the main reason why he came to Chang Yue Jingting. Chang Yue Jingting was one of the few cultivator slaves in the city lord's palace. He was sent by Goldman Sachs to answer Zhang Yichen's questions and relieve his boredom.

In the live broadcast room, hundreds of millions of netizens suddenly became energetic. It is a world of practitioners! Curious! Curious!

Under Chang Yue Jingting's narration, Zhang Yichen and the 1.4 billion viewers in the live broadcast room unveiled the mystery of the monks from another world.

Practitioners are what mountain people call gods. To be precise, the gods in the minds of mountain people are high-level cultivators.

People absorb the source energy that is everywhere between heaven and earth, strengthen their bodies, strengthen their souls, and become monks.

A powerful monk can move mountains and seas with a single movement of his hands, crush the heaven and earth, and an individual can influence the natural operating rules of heaven and earth.

It can break the shackles of longevity of living beings, live for nine generations, be free in the world, and exist forever.

There are eight levels of realms for cultivators, namely body casting, blood coagulation, opening of possessions, Yuan Dan, Yin Shen, Yang Nirvana, True Self, and Ji Yue.

One level, one heaven, one realm, one world.

The strongest person in Jade Stone City is only a strong person in the blood coagulation realm.

Changyue Jingting entered the realm of body refining for the first time and could already break bluestone with his fists.

After listening to Chang Yue Jingting's narration, Zhang Yichen was shocked and speechless for a long time. Equally shocked were Zhang Yichen and the millions of friends in the live broadcast room.

The friends were all shocked, the mythical world was right in front of them, and they had touched the realm of mythology.

But similarly, their lives are also exposed to mythical creatures, and they may lose their lives at any time.

How to break this situation?

A powerful world means infinite possibilities, but it also means huge crises. Thermal weapons can deal with body refining monks, but what about the more powerful blood coagulation monks? There are still so many powerful realms to come.

Life crisis warning, fill it up immediately!

Hundreds of millions of friends are excited and desperate at the same time.

"Don't worry, everyone. The monks are powerful. As long as you don't mess with them, they won't care about a little person like me."

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"Anchor, you are so good at comforting people!"

"Anchor, hide! Hide in a deserted place so that those terrifying strong men won't notice you."

"Upstairs, how can you ensure that practitioners don't have convulsions and just wipe out the area where the anchor is?"

"Anchor, you have only one way to go now. Become a cultivator and become a powerful cultivator. Then no one will dare to mess with you."

"Yes, to become that kind of extreme leaping powerhouse, punch through Nanshan Nursing Home, set foot on Beihai Kindergarten, whoever dares to step out, beep, crush to death with one finger, let him know why the flowers are so red, thinking about it makes me excited."

"No, just practice and practice. I want to practice. I also want to become a flying superman and be invincible."

"To put it lightly, it's not that I look down on the anchor. It's not that easy to become a cultivator. There are many people in Jade Stone City, but the strongest one can only reach the blood coagulation realm."

"If the anchor can't do it, aren't there Brother Feng and Brother Xu? They can also protect the anchor after they become cultivators."

…

Zhang Yichen closed the live broadcast room, feeling a little depressed in his heart, which made him almost breathless. His own life and death didn't matter, but now he was no longer himself.

Once he dies, 1.4 billion people will also die. He cannot bear this sin.

After two days of peaceful life, Leng Feng brought some bad news to Zhang Yichen.

"Leave? Where are we going?" Zhang Yichen asked doubtfully.

"Go to a safe place." Leng Feng replied.

"When are you leaving?" Zhang Yichen didn't ask why he was leaving. Leng Feng must have had his reasons when he said he was leaving.

"Now." Leng Feng said without any doubt.

Zhang Yichen was surprised: "So fast?"

"We've already packed our things."

Outside the city lord's palace, a very ordinary-looking carriage was parked.

Entering the carriage, Zhang Yichen was surprised to find that there was a cave inside the carriage. The fur seats and the inner walls were wrapped with soft materials to prevent bumps. There was also a small storage space behind the carriage where packages could be stored.

Xu Sanduo drove the carriage and left the city lord's mansion.

“Isn’t Goldman Sachs with us?”

There were only three of them on the carriage, and Goldman Sachs did not follow.

"Goldman Sachs still has its own things to do. There are only three of us on this trip." Leng Feng replied.

"Um."

Zhang Yichen didn't ask any more questions. He looked around the streets of Bishi City through the window of the carriage, which he might not be able to see in the future.

Suddenly, a familiar figure came into Zhang Yichen's eyes.

"Brother Xu, stop for a moment."

Xu Sanduo pulled the reins and asked puzzledly, "What's wrong, Master?"

After a few days of running-in period, Sanduo gradually became familiar with Zhang Yichen's new name.

As here, he and Leng Feng are both Zhang Yichen's personal bodyguards.

A thin figure stumbled across the street and knelt before the carriage, touching his head to the ground.

Xu Sanduo subconsciously touched his waist, where the pistol was.

"It's you! Why are you here?" Zhang Yichen asked.

The thin man kneeling in front of the carriage was the little slave saved that day.

The little slave raised his head and looked at Zhang Yichen timidly, "I, I want to follow the master."

"Why are you following me? Wouldn't it be better to stay in the City Lord's Mansion?"

"I, I want to follow the master. Wherever the master goes, the slave will go."

The little slave looked at Zhang Yichen with pleading eyes.

"This?" Zhang Yichen looked at Leng Feng in embarrassment.

"Go back! The young master does not need your following." Leng Feng scolded him without any doubt.

When the little slave heard this, he immediately lowered his head in fear and pressed his forehead tightly to the ground.

"Brother Feng, why don't you let him follow!" Zhang Yichen couldn't bear it.

"No." Leng Feng refused verbally. Zhang Yichen's safety could not be careless. Leng Feng did not trust anyone from outside China.

"Sanduo, let's go!"

Hearing this, Xu Sanduo raised his whip and whipped the horse on the butt.

The carriage moved forward slowly, heading towards the city gate.

The little slave stood up and followed the carriage step by step.

Leng Feng raised his eyebrows.

"Brother Feng, let him follow us! It would be nice to have a handyman helper along the way, so that you can have more energy to protect me."

Leng Feng's brows widened and he looked at Zhang Yichen, "Is this what you think, young master?"

Zhang Yichen nodded, "Brother Feng, just take him with you!"

"Okay, but I have my word first. If she makes any move, I will shoot her without hesitation."

Hearing this, Zhang Yichen hesitated again, "Brother Feng, is this going too far? What if he didn't mean it?"

"That's not something I should consider. The task I received is to protect your safety and eliminate all people or things that can threaten you."

When Zhang Yichen heard this, his mood suddenly dropped.

My own damn curse.

In the end, the little slave got on the carriage and stayed with Xu Sanduo, who was driving the carriage.

The little slave's previous name was "Hua'er". Only then did Zhang Yichen realize that the person he was saving was not a boy, but a little girl.

According to Hua'er, she is a descendant of slaves and has been destined to become a slave since she was born. Her life history is extremely simple and pitiful.

Zhang Yichen lamented that if a little girl of this age were born in China, she would be enjoying her carefree youth, but it is a pity that she was born in the wrong world.

The carriage left Jishui City and headed southwest.

At night, a bonfire was lit next to the carriage and dinner began to be prepared.

Flowers wanted to help, to do things slaves were supposed to do.

But he was sternly scolded by Leng Feng and huddled aside in fear, like an abandoned kitten, helpless and pitiful.