The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?
Chapter 663 - 301: Going Through the Back Door_2

Chapter 663: Chapter 301: Going Through the Back Door_2

Breaking into such a military camp to rescue someone was undoubtedly a fantasy.

So when Qi Yuan said he was going to rescue her, how could they not be surprised and find it inconceivable.

"Hmm, I know.

I’ll do the rescuing, you just need to arrange the transportation," Qi Yuan confidently stated.

The young woman was stupefied.

Kuang Xi was also stunned, unsure of how to respond.

Seeing the reactions of the two, Qi Yuan said helplessly,

"Madam, you don’t want Kuang Huan to suffer in the military camp, do you?

Stop wasting time, prepare the personnel, send me to the front line.

As for how I’ll rescue him, just leave it to your imagination."

Qi Yuan always valued time and was never one to waste words.

The young woman and Kuang Xi exchanged a look.

Both were somewhat baffled, as the day’s developments were too strange.

It seemed quite normal for them to think they were dealing with a madman.

However, at this moment, Kuang Huan’s wife could only nod vigorously: "I will immediately arrange for Mr. Qi to be sent to the front line.

Mr. Qi...if it’s impossible, please ensure your own safety!"

Kuang Huan’s wife spoke very politely.

If the rescue was not feasible, then so be it, just don’t risk yourself in the process.

At this time, Kuang Xi also said, "Since my elder brother trusts you, we entrust this matter to you, sir!"

Kuang Huan had once told his wife, if there was an urgent situation, to consider Qi Yuan as himself.

So, it was only because of this that Kuang Xi and Kuang Huan’s wife were willing to arrange for Qi Yuan to go to the front line.

"Hurry up with the arrangements, I’m in a rush," Qi Yuan said.

This time, going to the front line was estimated to take several days according to the journey.

There were only two days left before the Martial Arts Competition began.

He was definitely not going to make it back.

"Alright, I will arrange it immediately, sir, please wait a moment," Kuang Xi said, then turned around and left.

Now, only Kuang Huan’s wife and Qi Yuan remained in the room.

Qi Yuan glanced at the young woman and said, "I have some things to handle, I need to make a phone call."

Qi Yuan took out his phone and made a call.

On the other end of the line, Yang Shan’s voice came through.

"Why are you calling me, lad?"

"I’m here to ask for a favor," Qi Yuan answered truthfully.

Although he was not a person of privilege and didn’t enjoy any special treatment,

having a mental illness certificate and asking for a privilege... shouldn’t really be a big deal, right?

"What kind of favor?" Yang Shan was somewhat confused.

"A partner of mine has gotten into some trouble, and I need to go abroad to fish him out," Qi Yuan clarified the situation’s origin.

"You’re serious, kid. Your martial strength is all well and good, but I’m afraid you won’t match up against a Gene Soldier," Yang Shan was unsure of what had happened.

He was worried that after Qi Yuan reached the Martial Artist Limit, he would become arrogant and dare to challenge entities that should not be provoked.

Qi Yuan didn’t bother with that and continued on his own, "I won’t be able to attend the Martial Arts Competition in two days.

Could you help me out so I can get a bye to enter the national level?"

Qi Yuan didn’t have time to attend Tianyue City’s Martial Arts Competition.

He was thinking of going directly to the national level competition.

As a Martial Arts Limit warrior, Yang Shan was quite famous in the martial artist circles.

This is why Qi Yuan thought of seeking his help.

After a pause, Yang Shan said, "Your abilities certainly qualify you to skip the city-level competition and participate in the national one.

In that case, when you come back, I’ll take you through a special channel to the national competition.

But this...will require a test of your strength, and you’ll need to have a fight with someone at that time."

"No problem," Qi Yuan breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this.

If it wasn’t possible, he reckoned he would have to visit the organizers of the Martial Arts Competition.

That would have been way too troublesome.

If it could be resolved, then that was good.

About half an hour later, Kuang Xi returned, her voice carrying a trace of respect, "Mr. Qi, the journey has been arranged.

We will first take a car to the airport, then take a plane, and when we arrive at Dian City, we will switch to a sedan car, where there will be someone specially to pick us up!

The trip is expected to take about two and a half days."

"No problem," Qi Yuan nodded.

He would treat it as a travel experience.

...

Two days passed.

Qi Yuan sat in the sedan, his eyes calm.

Driving him was a burly man with a gun strapped around his waist.

This burly man was a trusted follower of Kuang Huan, and a member of the mercenaries.

At this moment, with the vehicle traveling on the highway, the burly man was focused on driving but intermittently glanced back at Qi Yuan.

He was not aware of Qi Yuan’s identity, but he knew from his superiors that Qi Yuan was here to rescue his boss.

He was puzzled and did not know how Qi Yuan would carry out the rescue.

It was then that Qi Yuan suddenly spoke up.

"Stop the car."

The vehicle immediately braked, and the burly man looked puzzled, "What’s the matter?"

"There’s something interesting here. I didn’t expect to come across it in this place."

Qi Yuan got out of the sedan.

In the distance was terrain resembling a desert, with wild grass interspersed with patches of yellow sand.

The air was somewhat dry, and with the wind blowing, sand was whipped up.

Not far from the ground, one could occasionally see mineral water bottles and condoms hanging on trees.

Qi Yuan stopped in front of a plant, with a serious expression on his face.

"This is the Green Pitcher Plant, excellent for purifying bloodlines."

Purifying bloodlines also had some use in the world of Immortal Cultivation.

Some cultivators who inherited ancient ferocious beasts’ bloodlines would use materials like the Green Pitcher Plant for this purpose.

However, it was useless for ordinary cultivators.

Their practice of immortal cultivation had nothing to do with bloodlines.

Qi Yuan’s practice of immortal cultivation also did not require the Green Pitcher Plant.

But for the path of martial arts, it might well be useful.

Having come across it, Qi Yuan naturally wouldn’t stand on ceremony; he bent down and dug up the Green Pitcher Plant.

The burly man beside him looked on, baffled and with increasing doubts in his mind, simply finding Qi Yuan’s behavior more peculiar.

"Alright, let’s get back in the car and continue on our way."

Qi Yuan spoke, then returned to the vehicle.

Now he wore a trench coat, and his hair had grown much longer than it had been three months earlier.

If it grew a bit more, he could put on traditional clothes and pretend to be an ancient.

The burly man continued driving, speaking up, "The road we’re taking now is a smuggling route.

Soon, we will join a Yuelang Nation smugglers’ convoy, pretend to be one of them, and that’s how we will get into Wugui Nation."

"Oh... Aren’t the two countries at war? How come they are still smuggling?" Qi Yuan asked.

"Because the goods being smuggled are high-end, needed by the aristocrats of both countries."

"Take Timmy Wine, for example. It is a specialty of Yuelang Nation, brewed from unique mountain springs in Tira Mountain.

This kind of wine is exceptionally popular among the upper echelons and aristocrats in Wugui Nation."

So even when the war is on, those high-level figures and aristocrats will prohibit the smuggling of other things, but they won’t forbid Timmy Wine.

That’s why today’s smuggling caravans actually serve the aristocrats of both nations.

Even though the common people fight to the death below, those at the top... they still need to lead their luxurious lives, right?" The burly man’s words carried an unspeakable sentiment.

After all, in this world, he belonged to the lower ranks, the common folk.

"No wonder everyone wants to be a noble." Qi Yuan couldn’t help but lament.

"Even the upper class in Wugui Nation live such luxurious lives, I dare not imagine how those families among the Seven Martial Stars live." The burly man’s eyes were filled with envy.

To him, his boss Kuang Huan Viscount was already a significant figure.

But compared to those people from the Seven Martial Stars, it was nothing.

Qi Yuan simply smiled. He was not interested in these matters.

About two hours later, the vehicle stopped in a small town.

The burly man said to Qi Yuan, "Mr. Qi, do as I tell you later."

On the road, the burly man had already informed Qi Yuan about what was going to happen.

Everything was arranged by the burly man.

"Okay," Qi Yuan nodded.

At this moment, the burly man said, "Mr. Qi, it’s not too late to back out now. Once we join the convoy, we won’t be able to return directly."

These words were also instructed by Kuang Huan’s wife to tell Qi Yuan.

Once the decision to go was made, there could be no direct return.

The two nations were still at war, and wandering around the front lines could lead to being killed by a drone.

"After Kuang Huan is rescued, we’ll come back," Qi Yuan smiled, "Hurry up; let’s make it quick. The air here is too dry; I don’t want to stay too long."

Upon hearing this answer, the burly man felt either relief or disappointment.

Because he would have to accompany the entire journey as well.

If Mr. Qi was heading to his death, he would undoubtedly die too.

In a way, he even hoped Mr. Qi would not go.

However, if Mr. Qi went, he would follow.

His life was given by his boss.

And he would give it back to him if necessary.

For him, the world was that simple.