Quang Binh, the outskirts.
Standing upon the ruins of the abandoned breeding station, Uncle Binh wore a grave expression as he explained the sheer menace of the cults to his young master:
“Young Master, you’ve probably gained some understanding of how dangerous these cults are through SkyWeb and the news.
But for the most part, the cults the media constantly mentions are just small-scale nuisances—sick, twisted criminals banding together for their own sick amusement.
They aren’t truly terrifying; if the government gets serious, they can be easily uprooted and completely eradicated.
However, among all those cults, there are three exceptionally dangerous ones that even the Blue Star Alliance finds to be a massive headache.
They have deeply embedded their roots into the internal structure of humanity.
Over the years, the Alliance has launched countless eradication campaigns, yet they simply cannot be wiped clean.
Those are the Eternal Society, the Truth Church, and especially the Great Harmony Society.
Young Master, you must remember this well: if you discover any information regarding these three cults, report it to the government immediately.
You are absolutely not allowed to get tangled up with them.”
The Eternal Society!
The Truth Church!
The Great Harmony Society!
Vuong Minh’s expression turned solemn, etching those three names deeply into his heart as he gave a heavy nod.
Seeing this, Uncle Binh continued:
“Young Master, these three organizations aren’t just your run-of-the-mill heterodox sects.
They are malignant tumors implanted into Blue Star by the alien races, with the sole purpose of dividing and destroying us from within.
Just like Somsak and those two Eternal Society cultists you just saw, their temperaments are exceptionally insane and fanatical.
To achieve their goals, they are willing to do anything—slaughtering entire families and clans, terrorism, massacres, and wide-scale poisonings are just minor matters to them.
They wouldn’t even hesitate to wipe out entire nations or cities if given the chance.
They are extremely, exceptionally dangerous.
It’s best if you completely forget what happened today and do not stubbornly try to dig any deeper into their affairs.”
For a veteran soldier who had experienced life and death on the battlefield countless times like Uncle Binh to heavily emphasize “exceptionally dangerous” twice when mentioning the three major cults—it was enough to show just how terrifying those lunatics really were.
Being nothing more than a small fry right now, how could Vuong Minh dare to get involved?
He hurriedly nodded obediently, bobbing his head like a woodpecker pecking wood:
“Rest assured, Uncle Binh!
I won’t let my parents or anyone else get dragged into danger.”
“But Uncle Binh, what do you mean when you say the three major cults were implanted into Blue Star’s internals by alien races?”
Faced with his young master’s curiosity, Uncle Binh furrowed his brows, seemingly weighing his words to find the right explanation.
Yet before he could speak, Nguyen Hung Cuong, who had just returned from afar, answered in his stead:
“Uncle Binh, let me explain it!”
“Very well, Young Master Cuong!” — The old man stepped aside in relief to continue nursing his injuries.
Nguyen Hung Cuong casually tossed Somsak into a corner before speaking in a deep voice:
“Minh, you’re about to enter university soon anyway.
There are some things you’ll be taught sooner or later, so I might as well tell you today so you won’t be caught completely off guard.
The origins of the three major cults trace all the way back to the beginning of Blue Star’s mutation…”
Through his uncle, Vuong Minh finally understood what was going on.
As it turned out, starting in the year 2026—whether due to the disaster Chairman Vuong caused when he extracted the Violet Star or some other unknown reason—the spatial fabric of this star sector collapsed.
Spirit qi flooded in like water flowing to the lowest point, and multiple dimensional planes began to be drawn together, merging into one another.
Blue Star, along with three other planes, slowly fused together.
The four worlds became like four beads strung onto a single thread.
These were Blue Star, the Heavenly Origin Realm, the Nether Shadow Realm, and the Zerg Realm.
In the very beginning, when things were still unclear, humanity was overjoyed, mistakenly believing that a spirit qi revival was occurring and that secret realms were continuously manifesting.
But they soon realized they were horribly wrong.
The appearance of ferocious, bloodthirsty alien races brandishing butcher knives made them understand that what lay on the other side weren’t secret realms, but entirely different worlds intent on devouring and plundering Blue Star.
Fortunately, the fusion process was gradual.
The fragile dimensional walls in the early stages couldn’t accommodate the passage of high-level experts.
Relying on high-tech weaponry, humanity temporarily managed to hold the line, buying time to digest the new energy and grow stronger. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Nations discarded their past grievances, joining hands to build the Blue Star Alliance.
Resources were unified and prioritized to supply the military, while the popularization of martial arts was rapidly carried out with the goal of cultivating fresh blood for the battlefield, hoping to produce a peerless powerhouse capable of shouldering the heavens and sheltering Blue Star.
This policy had been uniformly enforced for nearly 300 years, creating the era of peace and prosperity they enjoyed today.
But those in the know understood clearly: this prosperity was like a flower in a mirror or the moon reflected in the water—fragile and easily shattered.
To this day, Blue Star still lacked a Tier 5 powerhouse; the strongest were only at the Tier 4 Divine Soul Realm.
Meanwhile, the other three planes had no shortage of Tier 5 experts, or even higher.
Once the dimensional walls fully stabilized, it would spell the doom of Blue Star.
Consequently, there was no shortage of opportunists bending with the wind—or perhaps people who, driven to despair, were willing to try anything.
These individuals made contact with the Heavenly Origin, Nether Shadow, and Zerg realms, selling out their own species to beg for a path of survival.
The other side also wanted to assimilate Blue Star as easily as possible.
A tacit understanding between both parties gave birth to these treasonous cults that wreaked havoc today.
Bolstered by resources and support from the other three realms, the Eternal Society, the Truth Church, and the Great Harmony Society found it incredibly easy to develop.
Before anyone realized it, they had grown into colossal monsters deeply infiltrated into the very core of Blue Star’s society.
After all, the world was never short of people afraid of death—especially among the so-called upper-echelon elites.
The more they possessed, the more they feared losing.
They wouldn’t hesitate to forge a path out for themselves and their descendants.
No one could say for certain whether someone standing right next to them belonged to the three major cults or not.
Learning the truth, Vuong Minh couldn’t help but fall silent.
Before this, he had just been a student.
His daily life revolved entirely around studying and entertainment, having no time to care about anything else.
Now, seeing the bleak and uncertain future ahead, his entire being suddenly felt much heavier.
A sense of historical mission weighed down on his shoulders, making it hard to breathe, yet simultaneously rendering his heart ever more resolute.
I need to get stronger, faster!
Silently clenching his fists to encourage himself, Vuong Minh was about to ask a few more questions regarding the three major cults when suddenly, a sharp tearing sound echoed through the air.
WHOOSH!
A flying ship tens of meters long tore through the night sky, flying straight toward the ruins.
The rear hatch opened, and an elite, fully armed police squad swiftly leaped out:
“I am Hoang Duc, Captain of the Quang Binh Mobile Armed Task Force.
Who sent the distress signal here?”
Though the soldiers expected Vuong Minh’s group to be friend rather than foe, they remained highly vigilant, raising their rifles and forming a perimeter while waiting for Captain Hoang Duc to assess the situation.
Seeing this, Nguyen Hung Cuong had no time to worry about his nephew anymore.
He immediately released his aura and declared his identity:
“I am Nguyen Hung Cuong of the Thunderclap Martial Arts Dojo.
We were the ones who sent the signal!”
“Ah, it’s Instructor Nguyen!
My respects!”
Clearly, Hoang Duc recognized his uncle.
Just a quick glance and a brief sensing of his aura were enough for him to believe without a doubt, swiftly waving his hand to stand down the perimeter.
A squad of men obediently followed Old Nguyen to the site of the battle, thoroughly recording the details of the incident.
After a long while—about fifteen minutes or so—with both sides making who knows how many phone calls, Nguyen Hung Cuong finally considered the matter settled and returned to them:
“Minh, Uncle Binh, I’ve handed everything over clearly.
This matter no longer concerns you; you two can head back now.”
“Uncle, aren’t you coming with us?”
Hearing his nephew’s eager anticipation, Nguyen Hung Cuong shook his head, suppressing a shudder without a second thought:
“No need!
Your uncle still has important matters to attend to.
Furthermore, Ly Phong requires medical treatment; I have to take him back to the provincial capital.”
Only then did Vuong Minh remember that Brother Ly had been injected with a life-saving shot and was still lying immobilized on the ground.
With his uncle having such a perfectly legitimate excuse, Vuong Minh had no choice but to nod helplessly:
Uncle, please pass my regards to Brother Ly.
Once he’s recovered, I’ll personally come visit him.”
“Mm, no problem.
Ly Phong’s injuries aren’t severe—just excessive exhaustion and a few hairline fractures.
He’ll be fine in a few days.
You can drop by this weekend.”
Since he didn’t have to go face his older sister, Nguyen Hung Cuong happily agreed, then seriously instructed:
“Little Minh, remember: when you get home, there are things you can say, and things you absolutely cannot say.
Understood?”
“Understood, Old Uncle!”
“Additionally, consider this mission of yours a complete success.
When the final evaluation comes out, it might even be upgraded to a C or B- rank.
But the problem is that it involves the Eternal Society and the Truth Church—two major cults—meaning the implications are too massive.
So, in my opinion, it’s best not to publicize it.
I will completely expunge your name from the operation record.
How about that?”
Vuong Minh had only taken the mission to temper himself anyway, so he nodded without hesitation:
“Uncle, I’ll follow your arrangements.
I have no issues with that!”
Nguyen Hung Cuong was satisfied as well, smiling as he added:
“That’s good!
Of course, my nephew risked his life doing a job; he can’t go unrewarded.
Your merits will still be secretly recorded under a classified witness protection file—it just won’t list your name directly.
You can still use it to get bonus points for the university entrance exams as usual, so you don’t need to worry.”
“Hehe, Uncle, you don’t need to explain.
With you here, what do I have to worry about!” — Realizing his merits weren’t lost after all, the great young master didn’t shy away from laying on the flattery, fiercely brown-nosing him.
This made Dojo Master Nguyen feel even more comfortable, though he didn’t forget to stick his hand out and demand:
“Alright, you slick brat.
Hurry up and give the Nether Soul Soul-Destroying Needle back to me.
Your old uncle still needs to return and report that he’s safe to your aunt.”
Ignoring Chairman Vuong’s heart-wrenchingly reluctant expression, Nguyen Hung Cuong advised earnestly:
“Brat, it’s not that your uncle is being stingy with you, but your cultivation hasn’t reached the Late Stage yet; you can’t even use magic artifacts.
Furthermore, this toy has massive implications.
Giving it to you would only harm you.
It’s best if I take it back.”
As he spoke, he subtly motioned for Vuong Minh to observe the surrounding police officers, who were staring at them with burning gazes.
Clearly, if he kept the Nether Soul Soul-Destroying Needle, a mountain of trouble would definitely come knocking at his door in the future.
But for Dojo Master Nguyen, it was a completely different story.
Old Nguyen solemnly took the divine needle, casually strolled over to the police to take the Eternal Society’s storage pouch that they had just finished inventorying, and then grandly and with complete satisfaction pocketed his spoils of war before bidding farewell to the group.
The others didn’t even dare utter a word of complaint.
This was the difference that true strength brought.
Letting the police squad lift the blockade, Vuong Minh and Uncle Binh got into the car.
Nguyen Hung Cuong didn’t delay any longer, bidding the two farewell.
Of course, before grabbing Ly Phong and flying away, he didn’t forget to repeatedly drill into the old man and the young boy to watch their words carefully.
When they got home, they absolutely must not tell the whole truth to Vuong Thanh and Nguyen Ngoc Linh.
Only after both swore to remember his words did he finally feel at ease to leave.
However, despite calculating a thousand variables, they failed to calculate that there had been a veteran chauffeur standing far away, taking everything in with his own eyes.
And having loyally devoted himself to serving Vuong Thanh for so many years, how could he possibly watch his boss’s son fall into such danger without reporting it?
Consequently, they hadn’t driven very far before being blocked right in the middle of the highway by Mr&Mrs.Vuong’s convoy.