Cultivation towards immortality, starting from being a fisherman

Chapter 151: Chapter 116 Monster! Monster!

Su Ping arrived and halted beside General Bahadur’s stronghold.

From afar, it appeared as a massive fortress built atop a mountain, with cliffs at its back acting as a natural barrier.

This had been General Bahadur’s stronghold after years of operation.

The fortress was divided into an inner and an outer layer, both fortified with thick walls, machine-gun bunkers, and anti-aircraft batteries.

Over three thousand elite soldiers, personally loyal to General Bahadur, resided here, under his direct supervision for daily training.

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This was his greatest reliance to remotely control his subordinates and prevent any rebellion.

To the outsider, the fortress—resembling a prison more than a military camp—comprised barracks buildings each three stories high, besides drill grounds, mess halls, and warehouses.

The buildings were segregated into distinct areas by walls.

The inner city, located at the highest peak of the mountain, lacked these separations but featured a massive building, comparable in size to a major city’s department store, dominating much of the area.

Inside the building were all kinds of living facilities, including a swimming pool and a small cinema.

After all, this was the residence and living space of General Bahadur and his confidants for long periods.

Naturally, it was constructed to be larger and better.

At the top of the building, there was even a helipad, used not just for transport but also to procure luxury goods for high-level officers.

Su Ping released his Divine Sense, scanning the entire fortress.

He did not rush to action, instead waiting for Spiritual Rat White and Grey to capture a group of local rats to serve as scouts and gather enough intelligence.

Only then did Su Ping begin to formulate his plan of attack in his mind.

Although he had become a Foundation Establishment Cultivator,

Su Ping was not foolish enough to charge in headlong.

After all, many ordinary people, influenced by novels, films, and other media, are continuously fed ambiguous information,

leading many to simultaneously underestimate the power of most modern weapons while overestimating their capabilities.

Having encountered weapons of this era, Su Ping knew well that these weapons, embodying the pinnacle of an era’s technological advancements, excelled in destructive power.

Their only shortcomings arose because users’ Five Senses were too weak, making them a weak link.

This was similar to the difference between rookies, veterans, and world champions in a shooting game.

Not to mention, with Su Ping’s arrival, there was now a Transcendent level above the world champions which again transformed the dynamics.

Su Ping slowly hovered in the air, and with a wave of his hand, tore several talismans apart.

In an instant, fierce winds howled and dark clouds formed above the mountaintop, obscuring the sunlight.

“Is it going to rain?”

On the fortress walls, a few idle soldiers smoking cigarettes raised their heads curiously at the sudden appearance of the clouds.

The stifling weather had persisted for a while.

These soldiers, who had not had their turn to leave for leisure, were quite hoping for some cool relief.

At the small town at the foot of the mountain, where these soldiers’ families lived, they too thought it was going to rain, and many decided to head home to avoid it.

Dozens of seconds after the appearance of dark clouds and the fierce wind,

an officer inside a bunker suddenly noticed a strangely dressed young man with white hair appeared at the road junction ahead.

The officer immediately heightened his alertness, having been involved in shady businesses, they were highly suspicious of every uncontrolled stranger,

fearing they might uncover evidence detrimental to their ventures, potentially affecting their next year’s bonuses.

“Send a vehicle to detain him, don’t let him escape!”

The officer guessed the stranger could be some kind of investigator who had made his way to the fortress via the mountain roads.

No matter the background, detaining him first was never a mistake!

After the officer had thought it through and confirmed the stranger had no weapons, he took the lead, sat in the passenger seat of a Humvee, and charged out from the outer city.

Before the Humvee could approach the casually approaching young man,

the air rippled with waves.

In the next instant, a semi-transparent golden hand at least ten meters long stretched out from the void and, with a slap, impacted the Humvee.

With a boom, the Humvee was smashed into hundreds of pieces on the road, scattering all over the ground.

Then, the soldiers on the city walls were stunned, completely unware of what had just happened.

The white-haired young man suddenly accelerated, turning into a blur as he dashed toward the fortress gate.

The officer guarding the gate realized something was amiss and exclaimed:

“Close… close the gate!”

“Quick, close the gate!”

As his voice fell and the gate began to close,

just when the officer was beginning to feel relieved,

he suddenly felt a chill in the air around him.

Instinctively, he and the soldiers next to him looked up to see a Cold Ice Giant Sword appearing above them.

In the next instant, it crashed down with a thunderous boom, causing the ground around to tremble slightly.

The white-haired young man, not even bothering with the gate, leapt directly onto the city wall and, with a flick of his hands, held dual firearms that, assisted by his Divine Sense, unerringly cleared the surrounding bunkers of soldiers.

Wuu wuu wuu!

The fortress alarm sounded.

On the drill ground, soldiers reacted the fastest. Those who were training quickly assembled and transported rocket launchers and mortars from the storeroom, waiting for officers to lead them to defensive positions.

Suddenly, they felt a chilling sensation.

A feeling as if a predator had locked onto them, causing an instinctive trembling of fear in the depths of their souls, compelled them to unanimously turn toward the direction of the recent loud noise at the gate.