Chapter 302: Winning Over

In order to hinder Meng Yifan from undergoing his tribulation, Dongying launched four Tomahawk Missiles; the two sides have already forged a deep blood feud. After Meng Yifan eliminates Francis, he will certainly come to Dongying for revenge. When that time comes, what means should be used to resist Meng Yifan?

Meili Country can use Mushroom Bombs to deter Meng Yifan, making him afraid to act rashly, but Dongying has no Mushroom Bombs. What should be done about this?

Abe Taimei was deeply worried, feeling immense pressure. He suddenly understood why Lord Kamo no Tadayuki risked entering the depths of the shrine, even if it meant abandoning his own self, to contract a shikigami of the Fifth Grade or higher.

"May Amaterasu bless us, Lord Kamo no Tadayuki must succeed." Abe Taimei pressed his palms together and prayed devoutly.

On the other side, in the Shenzhou command center, Chu Yunlong was also greatly shocked to see this scene, while at the same time his heart was filled with anticipation. If a master like Meng Yifan could serve the country, it would be like a stabilizing needle; one person guarding one country, and cultivators from other nations would not dare to act wantonly in Shenzhou.

Chu Yunlong holds a high and powerful position and knows many secrets unknown to ordinary people. He knows that cultivators possess great strength; a First-grade Strongman can easily take on ten, and Second Grade and Third Grade Experts have many mysterious and special means.

Yet, even Chu Yunlong did not expect that after Meng Yifan advanced to the Fifth Grade realm, he would become so powerful.

"Haha, launching those few missiles to intercept Dongying's Tomahawk Missiles and protect Meng Yifan was truly the right thing to do."

Chu Yunlong was elated. He knew that Immortal Cultivators value the principle of repaying a drop of kindness with a gushing spring; otherwise, their thoughts would not be clear, and it could even evolve into a Heart Demon, affecting their future cultivation.

If Shenzhou encounters a major threat in the future, this great god, Meng Yifan, will certainly step in to save them.

"General Chu, look quickly, the Meili Country aircraft carrier strike group in our South China Sea has withdrawn," Chu Yunlong's secretary said excitedly.

Chu Yunlong looked at the satellite video and laughed heartily. A while ago, the Meili Country aircraft carrier strike group was still showing off its power, sailing through the South China Sea, talking about freedom of navigation, and having some friction with the Shenzhou navy; the two sides were quite at daggers drawn, with the feeling that a great war could break out at any moment.

The high-level officials of Shenzhou were also somewhat troubled by this. They did not expect that after Meng Yifan successfully underwent his tribulation, the Meili Country aircraft carrier strike group would immediately retreat in a dejected manner.

This is the deterrent power of a supreme master; it is truly more useful than Mushroom Bombs. This is one person protecting one country.

"Just received news, the Secretary of State of Meili Country, Mr. Blinken, wants to carry out a friendly diplomatic visit, preparing to lift the sanctions on our chips, large aircraft, and quantum computers."

Chu Yunlong's secretary is a thirty-two-year-old middle-aged man who is usually very steady in his work, but at this very moment, his voice trembled as he spoke this news.

As a general's secretary, he is considered well-informed, but he did not expect that just because one person broke through their cultivation realm, a world power like Meili Country would actually make such a large concession to Shenzhou.

Chu Yunlong was also overjoyed and laughed: "Connect me to the phone of True Person Yang Yijian."

Soon, the call was connected, and Chu Yunlong said: "True Person Yang, we are both old acquaintances, so let's skip the pleasantries. I will say it directly: please, by all means, find a way to win over True Person Meng and have him serve the country."

"I know you Immortal Cultivators all love freedom and dislike being constrained. These are no problem; the organization will not restrict True Person Meng. He only needs to step in and help when the country is in need."

"The organization will not treat him unfairly. He can ask for whatever he wants, whether it is worldly money, status, or cultivation resources; we can provide them to him as much as possible."

Yang Yijian smiled and said: "General Chu, we thought of the same thing. When Meng Yifan returns, I will go and talk to him. If he doesn't agree, I won't leave."

Meng Yifan did not yet know what a huge impact his pursuit of Francis had caused on the world.

Francis was fleeing for his life in front, running until he was vomiting blood, while Meng Yifan was following behind Francis in a leisurely and unhurried manner, as if taking a stroll.

Half a minute later, Meng Yifan had already chased nearly thirty kilometers. Francis's speed slowed down a bit. Meng Yifan waved his right hand, and the Black and White Grinding Disc appeared out of thin air again, then suddenly surged in size, instantly shrouding Francis within the Domain of the Black and White Grinding Disc.

The white grinding disc pressed down from above, and the black grinding disc squeezed up from below, instantly squeezing Francis until he could barely move a step.

Francis supported the white grinding disc with his hands and stepped on the black grinding disc with his legs, just like Pangu supporting this space.

"Submit? Or die?" Meng Yifan said coldly.

Francis felt intense pain throughout his body; his bones were creaking under the pressure, and it seemed that in the next second, he would be pressed into a meat patty.

"My patience is limited. I will give you three seconds to consider. After three seconds, you can go die," Meng Yifan said.

"Three."

"Two."

Meng Yifan began the countdown. Every number he counted made Francis terrified. He had lived for over eight hundred years and was an old monster, yet he still did not want to die, but he also did not want to become someone else's slave.

"One, you can go die." After Meng Yifan finished speaking, he moved his mind, and the Black and White Grinding Disc squeezed toward the center.

"Crack! Crack!" Francis's two arms and two legs were instantly crushed to pieces. The Black and White Grinding Disc did not stop and continued to squeeze toward the center.

Facing a life-and-death crisis, Francis shouted in panic: "I submit."

"A wise choice." Meng Yifan waved his right hand and loosened the Black and White Grinding Disc slightly, but as long as Francis played any tricks, the Black and White Grinding Disc could instantly squeeze and crush him into a meat patty.

Francis's legs and arms were all shattered, but with a vampire's regenerative ability, as long as there was blood full of energy, he would be able to recover very quickly.

Meng Yifan was already well-versed in how to perform the Soul Control Technique. Very quickly, he separated a Soul Imprint from his own Divine Soul Origin and said to Francis: "Open your mind and pay homage to my Soul Imprint."

Meng Yifan tapped his finger on the center of Francis's brow, and the Soul Imprint appeared in Francis's Consciousness Sea.

Meng Yifan's Soul Imprint was originally only the size of a thumb, but it transformed and became the appearance of his true self, sitting cross-legged on the phantom of the Black and White Grinding Disc, with black, white, and purple rays of light emerging behind him, representing that Meng Yifan's true body already possessed three types of Spirit Power.

At this moment, Meng Yifan was solemn and dignified, with an extraordinary aura, looking inviolable.