Ning An's Wild Wish System

”That’s impossible!”

In the meeting room, the elderly man on the right suddenly stood up, disbelief written all over his face.

He was well aware of the power of the Silver Corpse!

Forget about a cold weapon, even a small sniper rifle couldn’t penetrate the body of a Silver Corpse!

Yet now, Ning An wielded a Copper Coin Sword that looked like a sword but was far less sharp, piercing through the Silver Corpse as if it were tofu.

It’s like someone wrestling with an elephant and not only avoiding getting crushed but flipping the elephant over.

Even more outrageous than that!

”Roar!”

The Silver Corpse let out a piercing scream, but it didn’t dare move.

Its howl was no longer a threat, nor anger, but fear.

A nameless fear rooted deep in its bones, its instinct trembling, as if warning it:

Don’t move, move and die!

”Roar.”

Compared to the Iron Corpse, the Silver Corpse’s mind was vaguely evolved, gaining a hint of sentience which was also screaming, as if some unknown force was depriving and destroying it.

”Is the intelligence born from death still the original self?”

Looking at the Silver Corpse, its ferocity greatly reduced, glancing at the top occasionally, Ning An couldn’t help feeling curious.

The Silver Corpse wasn’t wrong; above its head hovered five ghostly images, drooling over its skull.

Earlier, Ning An pierced through the Silver Corpse as effortlessly as slicing vegetables, thanks to these five ghosts.

However, apart from Ning An, no one else could see them; all they saw was Ning An’s sword piercing the Silver Corpse, which left them horrified.

The Silver Corpse let out a mournful howl, and Quan Xiaobai, having come to his senses, also seemed to feel the pain, grimacing.

Ning An seemed like a god or demon, lifting the Silver Corpse high, his eyes exuding coldness.

Then, he forcefully tossed the Silver Corpse to the ground.

Bam!

Dust flew as the Silver Corpse collided with the ground, stirring a cloud of dust.

The meeting room was in an uproar, everyone almost couldn’t believe their eyes.

They had seen the experimental data of the Silver Corpse, its physical attacks nearly immune, its body without a weakness, and yet Ning An had knocked it down with the Bronze Sword, truly an eye-opener!

”Plan A failed, requesting activation of Plan B.”

The elderly man on the left watched the scene, speaking slowly, although a hint of fear flashed in his eyes.

”I second that.”

The elderly man on the left quickly followed, his tone confident and natural.

Having interacted with Ning An, he believed this kid would be nothing but beneficial for Dragon Country, trusting his judgment.

”I agree.”

”I also agree.”

”...”

Even the elderly man on the right silently cast his vote of approval.

This had been pre-discussed amongst them, and there was no disagreement at this time.

However, this result left most of them with incredibly complex expressions.

After the Silver Corpse fell, its body spasmed, unable to rise again.

Quan Xiaobai also clutched his right arm, sweat beading on his forehead, a look of agony across his face.

”Could binding the zombie deeply to oneself completely erase the possibility of the zombie turning on its master?”

Ning An noticed this scene, muttering to himself.

After all, when the zombie turned on its master, not only was Ning An unprepared, but even Quan Xiaobai, the master, didn’t expect it.

Now using this method, it seemed like a solution to the root cause.

But what did it matter to him?

Ning An put away the Copper Coin Sword, dusted off his clothes, and turned away:

”Practice ends here, I’m tired, I won’t play with you anymore, go to sleep early.”

He left without hesitation, disappearing without a trace in an instant.

Quan Xiaobai stood silently in place, watching Ning An’s departing figure, his gaze slightly dazed, with reddening eyes.

It seemed a word stirred his parched heart.

...

Returning to his room, Ning An didn’t lose his temper, only sighed.

This was obvious.

Since Spiritual Ore was discovered in the Mountain and Sea Pass, Ning An anticipated this situation, though he didn’t expect it to unfold so quickly.

He felt no hatred for Quan Xiaobai, who was bound by an order, as he was merely an extension of superior wills.

As Ning An had previously thought, their negotiations had only established a vague cooperation, not even documented on paper.

If either side developed the ability to replace the other, or if significant conflicts of interest arose, problems were bound to happen.

Like this time with the Spiritual Ore, officially it seemed necessary for Ning An’s cultivation, which conflicted with their plans, and with Quan Xiaobai as a super fighter, hence the probing.

Although the probing wasn’t painful, it left Ning An somewhat displeased.

Being part of Dragon Country, Ning An knew he couldn’t vent now, and would have to wait until the mountain’s development ended, the system established, then he would have his way!

Upon seeing Quan Xiaobai, he felt more cautious: when one’s freedom and fate were controlled by others, whether an ordinary worker or a cultivated adept, all became mere toys for some!

Of course, many people were not opposed to this, some even eagerly embraced it.

Joining the officials, though losing some freedoms, garnered resources, status, rights, and many unimaginable benefits.

Just like Quan Xiaobai, before allegiance, he was downtrodden, and now, not only was his combat power enhanced, but he had official assistance, solving cultivation technique issues, along with a team clearing obstacles for him, making it another kind of pleasure.