I manage female characters in all the heavens.

If this is the configuration for police officers who are simply maintaining public order, I can't even imagine what the military responsible for combat must be like!

The martial virtue of the Tianlong Kingdom is excessive!

Although rejected, the Lien Chang government did not withdraw its troops.

They were ordered to remain stationed at a location a kilometer away from the Weiwu Building, ready to launch an immediate attack to support the Weiwu Group should anything happen to them.

However, given that high-ranking officials from Lianchang may have been involved in this ascension ceremony, it remains to be seen whether the arrival of this force is for support or to impose a blockade.

It would be unwise to show up and ask to go in now; you can only rely on yourself.

Even with Song Yi's strength, he wouldn't dare to openly and directly attack this force; he had to be careful with his methods.

Even if you put the ninth-level Mingyu Yaoyue here, if she dares to charge, she will be covered by fire in the next second, and at that time only a small amount of human tissue can be extracted from a large pile of metal.

Using his light-footed skills, Song Yi quietly climbed onto the balcony of a house and looked down at the main entrance of the Weiwu Building.

After observing for a while, he found that the building entrance was tightly sealed off, and no one was allowed to enter or leave.

It's obviously difficult to get through from here. The modern information society isn't like the world of Swordsman or Condor Heroes; many weapons have fire control systems.

His speed is so fast that it is invisible to the naked eye, but that doesn't mean he can outrun a fire control system.

Fortunately, he didn't necessarily have to go through the main entrance. He could simply find a place at the back, fly up to the second or third floor, smash the glass, and enter the building.

However, soon, another noteworthy figure arrived.

A heavy armored vehicle drove up and stopped at the entrance of the building. Mu Ge, the chief of the Lianchang Police Department, strode out, and the troops who had cordoned off the scene immediately saluted him.

Song Yi pondered, could this Mu Ge be the official from Lianchang who participated in the ascension ceremony?

The special police unit that sealed off the scene was under the jurisdiction of the Lianchang Police Headquarters, and its actions were certainly inseparable from Director Mu Ge.

Moreover, Mu Ge ranks 17th in the official Lianchang government, which is already a very high rank. There are fewer than 10,000 people in the entire Tianlong Kingdom who are higher in rank than him.

In the hearts of tens of millions of people in Lianchang Prefecture, he was no different from the emperor.

With him conducting these activities, the Mighty Group could indeed establish a massive energy matrix covering a radius of 300 meters without anyone noticing.

However, Song Yi soon realized he was wrong. After Mu Ge arrived, she did not enter the building. Instead, she stood guard at the entrance with the special police, as if waiting for someone.

The person who would make him wait at the door like this must be someone of even higher status than him.

Soon, another car arrived, and Mu Ge personally went to open the door to welcome an elderly man in his sixties wearing a peculiar white robe.

Song Yi found out his identity through his mobile phone.

Lianchang Prefecture Public Security Minister, Mu Ge's direct superior to the Prefecture Police Chief, is a high-ranking official who oversees all security matters in the prefecture and is the sixth most powerful official in Lianchang Prefecture—Qingfang!

Although he is ranked sixth, in reality, the only people in Lianchang Prefecture with real power above him are the governor and deputy governor; the others are at most on par with him.

Song Yi was speechless. Had Lianchang's security system become so corrupt that even a state security minister was involved in such matters? It was impossible to imagine the vibrant and competitive state of things below.

The ascension ceremony is said to prolong life and grant immortality, but in reality, its effects are limited. It can only push a person's lifespan towards its theoretical limit, and the results vary from person to person. It is not true immortality at all.

Moreover, ascension is risky. If you fail, you can't just try again next time. You will suffer irreversible damage, and many die on the spot.

Having finally risen to such a high-ranking position, he has come here to gamble with his life; Qingfang probably has a compelling reason for doing so.

"Are all the people inside under control?" Qingfang asked Muge.

Mu Ge bowed and scraped, saying, "Minister, rest assured, you know how I handle things. All potential problems have been eliminated."

Qingfang nodded: "I trust you to handle things. You've done a good job. Two old friends are coming later. Please greet them. I'll go in first."

"If anyone trespasses, no matter who they are, shoot them without asking questions to ensure our safety."

"Yes, Minister, rest assured, I will definitely provide excellent service!" Mu Ge saluted and assured him.

Song Yi's eyes darted around, and he quietly went downstairs and crept to the back of the building. The defenses here were indeed much lax, with only two people standing guard here as a formality, clearly not expecting anyone to come in from behind.

It's no wonder they thought that way, because the design of the Mighty Building was extremely bold from the beginning. The height of each floor far exceeded the norm, and the first floor had a gap of more than 30 meters without any partitions, which was specifically designed to create an imposing presence.

If someone could climb up to the second floor from the back and then cut through the ten-centimeter-thick tempered glass to break in...

What's the difference between this and just drilling a hole anywhere in the building? They can't possibly have people stationed to watch every single inch of the entire building; there simply aren't that many people. They can only focus on the big ones and let the small ones go.

Song Yi seized an opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when the two guards and the helicopter were not paying attention, and transformed into a blur to get downstairs. Then, he ran vertically across the smooth glass curtain wall of the building as if walking on flat ground.

With each step, Mingyu exhaled a little true energy, and the moisture in the air quickly condensed on the glass curtain wall, clinging firmly to it and forming icicles.

These slight protrusions would be unapproachable for any climber, but for a martial arts master of the Five Greats level, they would provide sufficient leverage for his lightness skill.

When one reaches the seventh level of Mingyu Gong, one can instantly freeze the moisture in the air to form a large number of thin ice blades invisible to the naked eye. Song Yi is currently at the sixth level of Mingyu Gong and cannot instantly freeze such thin ice blades.

But even if it's a little slower or the operation is a bit rough, it's enough for him to use it like this.

In just two seconds, he reached the second floor, then brought his two fingers together, channeled his inner energy to his fingertips, forming a slender but incredibly sharp sword aura that swiftly sliced ​​across the curtain wall.

Using one's finger as a sword to unleash sword energy is an extremely profound technique. Even without separating the finger from the body, very few people in The Smiling, Proud Wanderer and The Legend of the Condor Heroes can do it.

But this is naturally not a problem for Song Yi.

Whoosh!

With a slight inward force, a circular hole suddenly appeared in the curtain wall. Song Yi slipped inside, then immediately stuffed the removed circular glass back in and froze it securely with Mingyu True Qi.

The guard below turned his gaze to the building, but Song Yi had already done everything in four seconds, and he saw nothing.

After entering the building, Song Yi did not relax. While avoiding surveillance cameras, he climbed the stairs to chase Qing Fang and finally saw him in a lounge on the 66th floor.

He was sitting inside, making himself a cup of tea.

Song Yi hid himself, waiting for him to make his move.

The wait lasted for more than five minutes. Suddenly, the elevator dinged and an old man in a white robe walked in and sat down next to Qing Fang. It turned out to be an acquaintance, the director of Baiyue Hospital where Li Mochou was hospitalized!

"Minister Qing, you're moving very quickly. It seems you can't wait to ascend," the old dean chuckled.

Qingfang snorted: "You'd better be referring to the ascension in the ascension ceremony!"

The old dean poured himself a cup of tea, took a sip, and laughed, "Look at you, you just can't take a joke. After all these decades, you're still so sharp and outspoken. Even the officialdom hasn't smoothed you out."

He sighed: "Of the four of us old brothers who are left, you've probably changed the least."

Qing Fang remained noncommittal, glanced at the time, and said with dissatisfaction, "That old bastard Ming Zong is probably used to being late. He's still not here. He's even late for something like this!"

The old dean took a sip of tea: "Let's be lenient with him. After all, he failed to ascend last time and permanently lost his fertility. His testosterone levels are low, so it's understandable that he's a bit like a woman in his mild temperament."

Qingfang glanced at his mechanical right arm, snorted, and said nothing more.

The old dean was a talkative person and took the initiative to tell some interesting stories he had encountered.

"You know what? The last time I met a patient, brought by Xiao Weiwu, his mental illness was truly eye-opening and refreshed my understanding of the limits of mental patients."

"We originally wanted to keep him here to do some serious research and produce a few world-shaking papers to boost our reputation, and he even agreed. But when we went to see him again, he was like a completely different person. He suddenly fell ill and gave us, a bunch of old folks, a good scolding, and wouldn't let us do the research anymore."

"According to Old Chen, he was also an assassin. He was even invited by Xiao Weiwu to be the security minister of Weiwu Group. He single-handedly created the legend of Weiwu Tianguan. I suppose he has already collapsed by now, and it is uncertain whether he will wake up in the future. It's a pity for such amazing research material."

Upon hearing this, Song Yi twitched his lips. "Old man, it seems I'll have to deal with you first later."

"Also, a while ago, that psychiatrist from the Raiden Mental Hospital suddenly called and asked me if I had any anesthetic that could knock out Ultraman. He said he would buy it at a high price if I did."

"I figured there was no Ultraman in this world, so whether I could take him down was entirely up to me. If I wasn't going to make money off this idiot, I would have made five billion from him with just a box of ordinary anesthetics."

"And guess what? He called the next day, saying that my anesthetic was fake, that it couldn't even numb a tank, let alone Ultraman, and that I had to pay ten times the price in compensation."

"Damn it, he actually used anesthesia to anesthetize a tank, and then used that as evidence to criticize my medicine. I even think he makes a lot of sense. Do you think I'm going crazy?"

Qing Fang's lips twitched: "Did you compensate him 500 billion?"

The old dean laughed heartily: "Are you crazy too? We'll definitely compensate him with ten boxes of fake medicine, not money!"

Song Yi, who was listening in the dark, felt a headache coming on. "You two are crazy. You actually thought about compensating him. Shouldn't you have killed his whole family and slaughtered his hospital at a time like this to prevent the news of your fake medicine from getting out?"

Time passed by, and Qingfang had checked the time several times. Even the old dean lost his mood for jokes and couldn't help but glance at the time, his brows gradually furrowing.

"Did Mingzong get into a car accident? He should be able to walk faster now that he's lost that thing, since even taking big strides won't hurt him anymore."

"He hasn't arrived yet, he must have died in a car accident on the way. It seems we'll have to split his share."

Ignoring the old dean's ramblings, Qingfang took out his phone and made a call.

No one answered. They called again, but still no one answered.

The old dean sighed, "His fate is unknown. I recently heard a saying that 'unknown fate' means he's dead,' and I think it makes a lot of sense. Let's not wait any longer and just divide his share."

"He even chose a username that would bring glory to his ancestors, but now he has absolutely no chance."

Qingfang frowned, about to reprimand him for talking nonsense, saying that they had been brothers for decades and should try to be nice.

But suddenly, the building shook, as if some massive machine had stopped operating in an instant.

This sudden shift from movement to stillness creates a huge rupture in the environment, resulting in a violent disturbance that travels far along the earth.

Both of them paled: "The Ascension Matrix has stopped?!"

This was unexpected.

The Ascension Matrix is ​​both a tool for extracting energy to create the Ascension Elixir and a necessary condition for maintaining the elixir's existence. Only within the matrix's force field can the elixir maintain its stable liquid state.

Once the matrix stops functioning and the force field disappears, the spiritual liquid will begin to dissipate, returning to the offering as spiritual power, and everything will be in vain!

Fortunately, the formed spiritual liquid will not dissipate instantly, but will evaporate little by little. As long as the matrix is ​​restarted before the losses become unbearable, there is still room for recovery.

The two exchanged a glance and immediately entered the elevator. Song Yi followed them in with his unparalleled stealth skills, clinging to the top of the elevator without being detected, and even memorized the password.

With a jolt, the elevator ascended briefly before stopping. The elevator doors opened, revealing the 66.5th floor to the three people.

An old man in a white robe was lying on the ground, his face bruised and swollen, his body covered in wounds, and his limbs broken.

The mechanical internal organs hidden beneath the skin and flesh were exposed, and the pistol was twisted and entangled with his hand, clearly incapacitated and unable to fight again.

Before him, on the celestial crystal platform, sat a beautiful girl with disheveled hair, holding a bent crowbar in her hands and praying:

"Thank you, Boss Song, for teaching me martial arts and saving my life. I will repay this great kindness in my next life. Amen..."

"An assassin's life is also a life, saving a life is better than building a seven-story pagoda. I've built over ten thousand stories of pagodas, may my merits be boundless, Amitabha..."

Chen Tianjiao, he was so arrogant before, but he still didn't win...

The three people in the elevator held their breath. No one had imagined that Su Xiaoqian had somehow sneaked in, defied the odds, defeated Chen Tianjiao, and turned the tide of the battle.

Is this scientific?!

After a moment of silence, all three revealed ferocious expressions:

"Never accept defeat!" X3