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Carrying a heap of various odds and ends, and with Ping An present, Lu Yao couldn't take a regular flight anymore.

Ping An was quite spiritual; apart from not being able to speak, it was nearly the same as a 6-year-old child.

Following the "Falcon Taming Method" given by the Manchurian girl, having a Spirit Pet travel with its owner to gain experience was tremendously beneficial for Spirit Wisdom and would also bring them closer to their owner.

Lu Yao decided to take Ping An on a plane back to Xia Country for fun. Money wasn't an issue, so he simply went to Kyiv International Airport and chartered a "Gulfstream" jet back to his homeland.

Boarding the jet with Ping An, the crew was merely curious and not surprised. For the wealthy who charter private planes to travel with their falcons, there was nothing too astonishing.

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There was once an oil-rich tycoon who chartered an entire passenger jet for his 20 falcons, each assigned its own seat and falconer.

Lu Yao lay back on the spacious leather seat, relaxed and at ease. Private jets were far more luxurious and comfortable than commercial planes, equipped with various appliances and furniture, including a bathroom and kitchen.

Being on the radar of Blue Star's biggest intelligence organization, Lu Yao didn't show any signs of worry.

With his rapid growth, like a whale in a reservoir, he would inevitably become difficult to keep hidden. Even without this incident, other events would likely have led to exposure.

The current situation was straightforward—get stronger quickly!

Once he reached the Blood-Exchange Realm, regular weapons would be unable to kill him; advancing to Innate, he could even withstand several hits from a machine gun.

And as for heavy weapons, not to mention whether they would dare to use them in a city, even if they did, with "Danger Sense" ability, he could always escape at a moment's notice.

"If the other party is extremely eager to obtain the formulas in my hands, then we can negotiate for some time... During this period, I must at least reach the Jin Realm and undergo a Blood-Exchange!"

"Once I advance to the Golden Body Realm, it will be time to turn the tables and go knocking on their door!"

Playing with Ping An, Lu Yao returned to the Xia Country aboard his private jet after a long absence.

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Meanwhile, inside the Foreign Affairs Bureau office building.

Wester was calmly smoking a cigar, not showing the frustration that had come through over the phone.

As the head of the External Action Department, his day-to-day work included subversion, assassination, framing, and espionage—everything bad except good deeds. He had long since lost his conscience, so his psychological resilience was quite robust.

Misleading others about his personality was a habit formed over many years in the intelligence field.

At that moment, an internal email popped up on his computer— a field investigation report.

Taking another puff of his cigar, allowing the smoke to burn bright red, Wester picked up the internal phone on his desk and pressed his assistant's line: "Send in Agent Janice Beach."

Shortly after, a woman wearing a professional skirt suit walked into the office.

The female agent had a sharply defined face with eyes of a wild, azure beauty and was wearing a wedding ring on her finger.

After sitting down across from her boss with her legs crossed, she gave a slight nod, "Good morning, Wester."

Wester glanced at the wedding ring on his trusted female subordinate's hand and said, "Janice, your husband will only become a burden to you."

Janice lifted her left hand and looked at it indifferently, "I'm pretending to be a normal person. It's quite interesting."

"I hope you enjoy it. Now, tell me about the situation."

Without needing to look at any files, Janice began to recount:

"The team was wiped out. The drone was shot down immediately, so we only have the audio. Based on the recording and the autopsy, this Xia Country man named Lu Yao wiped out the entire team with his bare hands."

Wester opened the audio from the email, and the frantic screams of the special forces team filled the room.

"Have you contacted the military? Is this another escaped specimen from their secret labs, or... a covert agent from a special program?"

Janice shrugged, "I understand your suspicion, but we've checked everything. Lu Yao is not some kind of special operative. His records are clear, with no ties to the military or intelligence departments of any country."

Wester looked again at the photo of the bulletproof ceramic plate that Lu Yao had smashed with a punch and frowned,

"Could it be a super soldier secretly developed by Xia Country? Is it possible to carry out an arrest in Xia Country?"

"The cost is too high; you need to obtain authorization from the President and the Department of Defense."

"..."

"However..." Janice spoke slowly,

"Lu Yao still has relatives in Xia Country. I have already sent them 'free trip to Star Alliance Country' sweepstakes information through reliable channels and quickly processed their visas. I believe they will come knocking on our door very soon."

Wester's eyes lit up, and he exclaimed, "Well done, Janice! You always manage to stay ahead of the game."

He pulled up Lu Yao's file on the computer, "These people are his only remaining relatives; he must care about them greatly, making them perfect as bargaining chips!"

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Just after getting off the plane, he let Ping An fly into the sky; it stood out a bit too much in Xia Country.

As he left the airport, Lu Yao glanced suspiciously into the distance.

"It looks like it's Uncle San and the others boarding a plane, all excited like they're going on a trip? A bunch of idiots purely contributing to environmental pollution."

These trash, taking advantage of others' vulnerabilities, wished for Lu Yao to die sooner. If it weren't for that bit of kinship, each would have already received a 'Dark Energy Heartbreak.'

Lu Yao took out his mobile phone to contact Qi Cuiya, expressing his desire to meet Elder Master Qi.

Qi Cuiya readily agreed; this was a big client for the Qi Family, one who needed to be well attended to.

~~~~~~~

He took a taxi to Yunshan Villa District, where each detached courtyard house nestled by the mountain and water.

Lu Yao couldn't help but remark: the antiques business really made money during prosperous times.

He was stopped by security at the gate, but fortunately, Qi Cuiya was already waiting there, leading Lu Yao to Elder Master Qi's villa.

A loud cry came from high above, and a small black dot circled faintly.

When they arrived at the villa, Elder Master Qi had been waiting for a while, with bodyguard Xiao Liu by his side.

The old master still looked spirited; although he was in his 90s, he appeared to be no more than 70, and with a strong voice, he called out,

"Little Lu is here, it is indeed a rare visit. If you weren't abroad all the time, I would have hosted you long ago."

"You're too kind, Elder Qi," Lu Yao handed over a slender wooden tube: "Just a modest gift, not meant to be respectful."

"Ha, calligraphy and paintings? That's exactly my cup of tea." Elder Qi received it generously.

It was very normal for a guest to bring a refined gift; he didn't think much of it until he saw what was inside.

Elder Master Qi opened the wooden tube and took out a piece of calligraphy. At first glance, he was indifferent, but as he continued to look, his eyes grew rounder and his mouth increasingly agape!

"Zhu Yunming's 'Running Cursive Poetry Scroll' from the Ming Dynasty!!?? It seems wicked but is actually straight, it feels like it should break but remains connected... This is authentic!!!"n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Zhu Yunming's cursive script occupied an important chapter in the history of calligraphy in Xia Country. The ink of this scroll was spread out in disorder, dry and moist in alternative, its staggered and scattered strokes controlled freely. It carried a casual and refined air yet did not lack the vigor of a soaring pillar.

Elder Master Qi lingered in admiration for a long time, somewhat neglecting his manners.

Qi Cuiya, who should have reminded him, was likewise dumbstruck and speechless. Because this gift was too valuable!

In the end, it was comrade Xiao Liu who coughed to draw the attention of the grandfather and granddaughter back.