Gao Wu: You have science, and I have magic!

"Stupid swordsman!"

The old Rothschild sneered: "Now the economic lifeline of the entire country is connected to us, do you dare to take action?"

Ye Qingzhou looked at this shield that combined financial power and vampire magic, and disgust emerged in his eyes for the first time. He could see that behind every financial symbol on the shield were the tragedies of countless broken families; every drop of blood was filled with the despair of ordinary people who had been drained of their blood and sweat.

"Use the people of a country as hostages?"

Ye Qingzhou put his right hand on the hilt of the sword: "Do you think I care? This curse can be cut off with this sword."

The Wuji sword is unsheathed.

There were no fancy sword moves, no dazzling lights, only a simple and unpretentious slash.

The moment the sword blade slashed across the golden blood shield, all the financial symbols on the shield lit up with dazzling red light at the same time, trying to resist. Those symbols represented stock indexes, treasury bond interest rates, and currency exchange rates, which were the most powerful spells in modern society.

The sword blade cut through the shield without any hindrance, and all the financial symbols melted away like snowflakes encountering flames.

The twelve clan leaders behind their shields spurted out black blood at the same time, and their evil connection with the economic lifeline of the West Kingdom was severed by a sword.

"No... this is impossible..." Patriarch Morgan knelt on the ground, looking at his rapidly aging hands, "Our financial curse... even the Vatican cannot break it..."

Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword and no longer looked at the dying vampires.

As the golden blood shield was shattered, the entire Taurus Building began to shake, and the financial illusions maintained by spells were collapsing.

"You mistook bloodsucking for finance and curses for contracts."

Ye Qingzhou walked towards the broken French window, his voice drifting away with the wind: "From today on, the West Country will know what a real economy is."

He stepped on his sword and rose up, disappearing into the blue sky. Behind him, the twelve golden statues on the top floor of the Taurus Building collapsed at the same time, symbolizing the end of the Blood Clan's financial empire.

The images on the big screen made all the imprisoned members of the Golden Family look ashen. They could feel that the blood power that had been passed down in their bodies for hundreds of years was rapidly draining away, and the financial empire connections that relied on blood-sucking spells to maintain them were breaking.

“No…my stocks…”

“All my bonds are worthless!”

“Swiss bank account is frozen!”

The sound of crying and howling resounded throughout the military base. These financial tycoons who once made everything possible now collapsed like gamblers who had lost everything.

Lionel Rothschild stared blankly at his hands, where the blood energy that controlled people's hearts should have lingered, but now there were only old wrinkles.

General Maxim turned off the big screen and turned to face the fallen vampires: "According to the Special Economic Act, all assets of the Twelve Golden Families will be nationalized. The Central Bank of the Western Pole will regain the right to issue currency."

He paused and smiled grimly: "As for you, you will be sent to a special prison in the Arctic Circle. It is always polar night there, which is very suitable for vampires to survive - if you can still be considered vampires."

The armored vehicle engines roared, carrying these former financial giants towards eternal darkness.

Outside the base, more and more ordinary people gathered, holding slogans such as "Give me back my pension" and "End the vampire economy".

I don't know who started singing the ancient song of freedom of the Western Kingdom first, but soon the singing swept across the crowd like a wave.

In the center of New York County, the glass curtain wall of the Taurus Building was shattering piece by piece, like golden rain in the sun. This building, which symbolized the financial hegemony of the blood clan, finally ushered in its twilight.

Above the distant clouds, Ye Qingzhou stood on his sword, quietly watching the city that was about to be reborn. The Wuji Sword made a slight hum under his feet, sensing another evil aura in the distance.

“Not enough…”

He whispered to himself, "There is still a final filth to be cleansed."

The figure of the swordsman in white turned into a stream of light and flew towards the darkest corner of the Western Kingdom - the underground vault of the Federal Reserve Bank.

There lies the greatest secret of the Golden Council, which is also the true core of the Blood Clan’s financial empire.

The thirty-story Federal Reserve Bank building glows with a cold metallic luster in the setting sun. This fortress, known as the "safest building in the world," is now in the highest state of alert.

Automatic turrets extended from their hiding places, the red dots of laser sights formed a death grid around the building, and the newly developed plasma shields sent light blue ripples through the air.

But these are just a thin veil for Ye Qingzhou who is coming on a sword.

The Wuji sword drew a graceful arc, and the plasma shield split like butter cut by a hot knife.

Ye Qingzhou, dressed in fluttering white clothes, walked straight through the fire network of the automatic turrets - those armor-piercing shells that were powerful enough to tear apart tanks were turned into powder three feet away from him.

"Stop him! At all costs!"

Inside the security command room, the security chief roared into the communicator, beads of sweat the size of beans oozing from his forehead.

On the surveillance screen, the man in white was already standing in front of the vault door, and the alloy door that was said to be able to withstand a nuclear explosion was melting silently.

Ye Qingzhou touched the door lightly with his fingertips, and the sword energy penetrated into the molecular gaps like flowing water.

The twenty-ton metal groaned under the weight and then turned into sand.

The special forces behind the door all fell to the ground before they could even open fire - Ye Qingzhou only blocked their acupoints, not wanting to commit more murders.

The interior of the vault was brightly lit, and the neatly arranged gold bricks sparkled alluringly under the lights.

But these worldly wealth did not interest Ye Qingzhou at all. His eyes were fixed directly on the inconspicuous little door at the deepest part - there was an evil smell that made him sick.

There was no lock on the small door, only twelve grooves in the shape of blood drops.

Ye Qingzhou put his fingers together like a sword and slashed lightly, and the restriction on the door shattered like thin paper. A piercing scream came from behind the door, as if thousands of desperate souls were wailing at the same time.

The moment he stepped into the secret room, Ye Qingzhou's white clothes moved without wind.

In the center of this room of less than 100 square meters, there are twelve strangely shaped gold bricks piled up - they are not standard rectangles, but twisted, like human figures struggling in pain.

A human face appeared on the surface of each gold brick, with an expression frozen in extreme pain.

"Swordsman from Dongji Country, you should not set foot on this sacred land."

A hoarse voice came from all directions. Twelve human-shaped gold bricks oozed black blood at the same time and gathered on the ground to form a fat and deformed human figure.

It was covered with gold coin-shaped scales, and under each scale was a blood line that connected to an economic node in the void. On its head were twelve constantly changing faces, exactly like the patriarchs of the twelve golden families.

“Mammon…”

Ye Qingzhou revealed the real name of this financial demon: "The demon from another world recorded in the Bloody Canon, a parasite that feeds on human greed."

Mammon laughed creepily, its fat body trembled, and the scales of gold coins jingled: "Parasite? Foolish mortals! The modern economy is built on greed! Without us, currency is just waste paper, and gold is just stone!" It suddenly opened its bloody mouth and spit out a tongue made up of various currencies: "Look at these! Western dollars, euros, rubles... Each one has our curse on it! Everyone who uses currency is providing us with power!"

Ye Qingzhou glanced at the banknotes and saw tiny bloodstains that ordinary people could not detect - that was the "Blood Debt Curse", an evil spell that would trap the user in financial slavery forever.

For thousands of years, the Golden Council has spread this curse to every corner of the world by controlling the issuance of currency.

In the distant past, Mammon used gold as a medium, but in this information age, he can even use the Internet and electronic currency to spread curses, constantly devouring human greed and desires and strengthening his magic power.

"Today, put an end to this evil."

Ye Qingzhou pressed the hilt of the sword with his right hand.

Mammon laughed wildly and swelled up, and the entire secret room twisted.

Real-time images of major financial centers around the world appeared on the walls: stock markets plummeted, currencies depreciated wildly, and people hysterically sold their assets...

This is the financial devil's trump card, threatening the collapse of the global economy.

"You can cut through steel and blood, but can you cut through 'credit'?"

Mammon's twelve faces roared at the same time, the sound was deafening, piercing the eardrums and reaching the heart: "Every loan, every bond is our shackles! If you dare to do it, half of the world's people will jump off the building!"

Ye Qingzhou closed his eyes and concentrated, and the Wuji sword trembled slightly in its sheath.

He saw the countless invisible threads entangled in the modern economic system - mortgages, car loans, credit cards, student loans... Each thread connected the fate of a family.

This is indeed a more troublesome curse than the Golden Blood Shield because it has penetrated into the daily lives of hundreds of millions of people.

But the way of sword is to cut through illusions.

“The world is ignorant and lives on debt.”

Ye Qingzhou suddenly opened his eyes, the sword light in his eyes surged, and the power of his thoughts immediately boiled over: "Today, I will cut off this false 'credit' shackles!"

The moment the Wuji Sword was unsheathed, time in the entire secret room seemed to freeze.

Ye Qingzhou's figure was divided into nine parts, and each clone took a different starting posture. The brilliant light of thunder shook the sky - "Thunder in the nine skies, sword cuts through cause and effect."

The first sword cuts off the delusion of “future profits”.

The second sword is to cut off the lie of "inflation".

The third sword cuts off the poison of “compound interest growth”.

……

The eighth sword cuts the chain of "debt slavery".

The ninth sword cuts off the root of the "monetary illusion".

The nine swords merged into one, transforming into a pure white light that pierced through Mammon's fat body.

The financial demons let out earth-shattering screams, and the blood lines connecting the global economy broke one by one. The twelve human-shaped gold bricks in the secret room burst at the same time, revealing the truth sealed inside - the core of each gold brick imprisoned a living soul, which was the original sacrifice of the twelve families, and had been enduring endless pain for three hundred years.

"impossible!"

Mammon’s body began to collapse: “Without a financial system, society will regress a thousand years!”

Ye Qingzhou sheathed his sword and looked at the dying financial demon: "A true economy should be based on labor creation, not blood-sucking curse. Finance must serve the real economy, and the desire for money must be locked in the cage of ideals and morals."

As the last line of blood broke, Mammon completely dissipated.

At the same time, in all financial markets around the world, the cursed currencies suddenly combusted and turned into ashes.

What is even more shocking is that people found that their debt contracts turned into blank pieces of paper, while the bank deposit numbers still existed - Ye Qingzhou's sword only cut off the false financial curse and did not harm the real labor income.

Outside the Federal Reserve Bank, the military troops led by General Maxim had just arrived and saw the entire building illuminated by a sword light shooting up into the sky.

The light went straight into the sky, and then spread into countless tiny spots of light, spreading all over the world.

“Checkmate!”

The signalman came running over excitedly: "The global financial market just experienced a three-minute shock, but now... the prices of all basic materials have returned to rational levels! People's savings have not been affected, but all kinds of financial derivatives have been cleared!"

Maxim looked up at the sky and vaguely saw the back of a swordsman in white walking away with his sword.

He saluted slowly, not only to show respect to the savior sword god, but also to express his anticipation for the coming new era. Over the years, countless outstanding soldiers under his command lost everything due to inexplicable debts and ended up on the streets as homeless people.

But as a general, he could do nothing.

Now, it can all finally come to an end.

In every corner of the city, people have discovered that the banknotes in their wallets have become different - the tiny bloodshot have disappeared, and the currency has regained its original function as a pure symbol of value.

Small vendors are no longer chased by loan sharks, workers suddenly receive enough wages to support their families, and housing prices return to reasonable levels...

In the special prison in the Arctic Circle, former members of the Golden Family huddled in dark corners.

They no longer have eternal life, nor can they feel the power of those financial curses. Lionel Rothschild looked at his wrinkled hands and finally understood a truth - when money returns to its essence, vampires will have nowhere to hide.

As the sword light faded away, Ye Qingzhou's gaze was already cast towards the more distant future.

Wujijian sensed that there were still some corners in this world that hid evils older than the financial demons. But the corners of his mouth slightly raised - after all, isn't the life of a sword cultivator the pursuit of the great way in slaying demons and eliminating monsters?

With fluttering white clothes and distant sword lights, one man and one sword, they return to the mortal world.

Three months later, the vampire forces around the world were basically eliminated.

Only Prince Victor and his followers were pardoned and exiled to a special reservation within the Arctic Circle, supervised by the Illuminati, because of their great contributions in the fight against the Zerg.

At the victory celebration in Paris, people erected a statue of Ye Qingzhou - a swordsman in white, walking on a sword with the tip of the sword pointing to the west. On the base of the statue was engraved a line of words: "When evil comes, the sword will be unsheathed."

In the far east, Ye Qingzhou himself was standing on the top of a mountain, looking into the depths of the starry sky. The Wuji Sword trembled slightly beside him, sensing a more distant threat.

"It's not strong enough..."

He whispered to himself, and his figure gradually merged into the mist. (End of this chapter)