"Brother Tian, the training group has finished all their drills," Xue'er said as she walked in. Three years had passed just like that. Xue'er looked more mature now, yet still as charming as ever. "Alright, I'll be done soon." Li'er and I quickly reached the peak of pleasure. Today was the day my secret legion was officially formed. Over these three years, Xue'er and I had been studying all sorts of knowledge while traveling the world to find orphaned kids with potential and train them. The first batch had over two hundred people—sixty guys and over one hundred forty girls. Why so many girls, you ask? They were prepared for me. With constant dual cultivation with Xue'er in bed, my power kept soaring. Xue'er couldn't keep up anymore, so she had to recruit helpers from these female soldiers. The main goal was to boost mental strength. People like Lisi, Oula, and Oumei were the standouts in this group. This was the covert side. On the overt side, we established the Yellow Dragon Group. With my brilliant mind, vast wealth, and strength, the Yellow Dragon Group's technological prowess was second to none in the world.
The helicopter landed on the island. This twenty-square-kilometer island was one of our secret bases, located in the Pacific and named Yellow Dragon Island. The Yellow Dragon Group's tech was concentrated here. "Greetings, Young Master!" Seeing the orderly ranks of over two hundred people, I was filled with emotion. The eighty-plus beauties in front, gazing at me with affection, were my personal bodyguards—or, to put it bluntly, my bedmates. The one hundred twenty men and women behind them were paired up, male and female, and sent on missions as couples. As they say, men and women working together get things done without tiring. I required everyone to learn Chinese and taught them martial arts, including Shaolin's Sinew-Transforming Classic and other Shaolin secrets like the Seventy-Two Ultimate Techniques. For the women, I also taught a modified version of Chinese Women's Qigong called Jade Goddess Technique, with the following details:
Jade Goddess Technique (Complete)
Women's Qigong is a set of exercises designed based on the physiological traits, living environments, developmental stages, disease causes, and prevention mechanisms of modern women. It includes static and dynamic exercises, with dynamic exercises divided into five sets: Children's Women's Qigong, Youth Women's Qigong, Young Adult Women's Qigong, Middle-Aged Women's Qigong, and Elderly Women's Qigong. Combining static and dynamic practices, long-term cultivation not only prevents and cures diseases but also promotes health, wisdom, better childbirth, and harmonious family life. It also enhances women's physical beauty and facial appearance.
Young Adult Women's Qigong
The young adult phase, or sexual maturity, begins around age 18 and lasts nearly 30 years, when ovarian function matures. During this period, sex glands and reproductive organs fully develop, ovaries periodically ovulate, and sex hormones are produced. Breasts and reproductive organs undergo cyclic changes, marking the peak of female fertility, thus called the reproductive period. This phase has two major transitions: physiological maturity and social changes, from being single to married and raising children. Women in this phase are robust and energetic, often neglecting minor ailments. However, many diseases form or lurk during this time. Beyond maintaining physiological hygiene, practicing Young Adult Women's Qigong can prevent diseases that may arise in middle or old age.
You can see how much effort I put into the Jade Goddess Technique. I only studied the young adult section, as I had no subjects for the middle-aged or elderly parts, so I left those undone. To boost their strength, I gave each person a Divine Transformation Pill. This allowed their true energy layer to block bullets, with physical strength ten times that of an ordinary person. I sent over forty pairs to search for rare herbs, while the rest guarded the island or trained new members. In the secret base beneath the island, the entrance was guarded by four-meter-tall mech warriors, operated by my trained Dragon Warriors. Modern humans' physical fitness and reflexes couldn't handle the speed and combat demands of mech warriors. These mechs were built based on Japanese anime concepts combined with our research on alien technology, suitable for all-terrain combat in space, sea, and land. "Please insert your clearance card," came Xue'er's recorded voice from the computer. "Clearance verified for Level 1 access." After six layers of security, I reached the core lab. Before me was a breathtaking, dreamlike sci-fi world, beautiful and awe-inspiring.
"Welcome, Young Master," said an old man with white hair, appearing before me. He was the head here: Cohen Rett. "I'm thrilled to see you. I'm sure you'll bring me more surprises," I said, shaking his hand.
"Young Master, our research covers four main areas: weapons, biomedicine, space exploration, and cosmology. These were all developed by analyzing an alien escape pod. In weapons, we have mech warriors, electromagnetic cannons, and laser cannons. With enough resources and funding, we could build a space fleet superior to the pod. In biomedicine, we've developed cures for cancer and AIDS. In space exploration, besides solving anti-gravity, we recently cracked interstellar teleportation. By accident, we also created this—look, a nano-space storage ring." He handed me a platinum ring engraved with a dragon. "Our current tech can only create a sixteen-square-meter storage space, and when full, the ring weighs less than a gram."
"I think we should focus on the spaceship issue. The drugs need to hit the market ASAP—take from the people, give back to the people. It'll also bring in funds for materials. Can the drugs be mass-produced?" I asked while touring. It'd been nearly two years since I was last here.
"Young Master, rest assured, our production capacity far surpasses modern society's, as long as we have resources," Cohen said proudly. "By the way, how did you solve astronauts' survival in space? They won't still need bulky radiation suits inside the ship, right?" Without solving this, we can't truly conquer space.
"Once we cracked anti-gravity, it got easier. We just reverse the gravity device inside," he explained. These science fanatics were impressive—three years, and they'd produced so much. Humanity's space era was near.
"Cohen, how did you solve navigation between two points in space?" I asked curiously. This was groundbreaking science. "It took sacrificing over a hundred dogs to figure out. We started with Einstein's relativity, testing if light-speed travel could return to a specific past point. That led to this teleportation device. We improved it from a one-nanometer range to anywhere on Earth. Initially, we needed teleportation gear at both ends with set coordinates. Later, we found one end was enough for sending and retrieving dogs. It works briefly, but we thought, why not make it work longer? We found that teleportation leaves a trace, like a rope tied to the dog, with the device as the reel. While studying alien electromagnetic cannons, we discovered electromagnetism can absorb and replicate. By storing a dog's scent and traits electromagnetically, we can locate it anywhere and teleport it back. Post-teleport checks showed dogs and humans were fine, just a bit dizzy. Though our theory is solid, we haven't tested interplanetary jumps yet," Cohen said regretfully.
"Don't worry. Once conditions allow, it won't take long," I reassured him. Society hadn't changed much—some fields advanced, but most focus was on arms races. Even peace-loving China had to develop secretly. Taiwan still clamored for independence. India and Pakistan fought constantly; without Pakistan's lack of family planning, they'd lose to India's population. Japan's economy tanked, yet they still shouted "East Asian Co-Prosperity." I've got a natural dislike for the Japanese. I'll help them "co-prosper" someday—beat them back to the Stone Age.
In 2118, at the Shanghai Yellow Dragon International Group's hall, lights flashed, and the crowd buzzed. "Ladies and gentlemen, we're here to announce that our institute has found cures for cancer and AIDS!" Xue'er's words shook the hall like an earthquake. After half a century, humanity's nemeses were defeated—how could people not be thrilled?
"Miss Ouyang, my congratulations. Are your drugs effective with no side effects?" a beautiful AP reporter asked.
"You can trust us. Drugs with side effects wouldn't pass national inspections. I can also tell you, these are like regular pills. Severe cases need just three courses to easily solve your troubles," Xue'er replied.
"Your group has no affiliated hospitals. Will you distribute the drugs to others?" a domestic reporter asked.
"It's September now. By mid-October, you'll see our Yellow Dragon Hospital established. The drugs will launch then, and we won't supply other hospitals yet. Our hospital won't take regular patients, only complex cases."
"Will your group build hospitals in Japan or other countries?" a sleazy Japanese guy asked.
"We haven't covered other domestic regions yet—why would we start abroad? Maybe in a couple of years," Xue'er said smoothly. Brilliant—two years, and who knows how many Japanese will die?
"Isn't that against humanitarian principles?" The Japanese guy tried to pin us with a big accusation, smirking like he'd won.
Xue'er raised an eyebrow. "Our plan is domestic first, then Europe, Africa, Southeast Asia, other Asian countries… and Japan last. That'll take two years. Otherwise, people will say we Chinese only care about neighbors, not friends. That's not our way. I'm sure our neighbors will understand. Plus, the drug can't be mass-produced yet." The Japanese guy was stunned, speechless.
"Your approach seems flawed. How many will die because of your plan?" a Filipino reporter chimed in.
"You're mixing two things up. First, people don't die because of us—they were going to die anyway. Call me inhumane, but if it were you, would you save others while letting your family die? We won't watch our compatriots die when we can help. Your country must have plenty of altruists—maybe we'll treat your patients last. Second, our capacity is limited. We can only save some, and you can't blame us for those we can't," Xue'er said firmly. I wondered if that reporter would get beaten to death back home. Hilarious.
"If your capacity is limited, why not release the formula to benefit humanity?" the reporter pressed.
"I can tell you definitively: no way. By producing and distributing the drug, we're already benefiting humanity. We don't release it to protect our interests—we're a private company. If you want the formula, tell the US to scrap all its weapons first. You know that's impossible. Even a 'democratic, free' nation won't give up its interests, let alone a private firm in a developing country." Her words left the reporter and the Japanese guy speechless. Afterward, Chinese praised us, while abroad, it was "China threat" nonsense.
In mid-October, Yellow Dragon Medical was established. The hospital spanned a thousand acres, with inpatient and treatment wings, 13,000 beds, and VIP, isolation, and standard rooms. The inpatient area looked more like a garden, with a small sports field and lawns. We preserved the original hill, slightly modified. Over-tinkering would've been tacky. It brought patients closer to nature, aiding recovery. The hospital had 1,000 doctors and over 6,000 nurses, all secretly trained. Those not in the Dragon Legion were assigned to subsidiaries, ensuring no leaks. They were all around twenty—young blood. On opening day, nearly all beds were filled. Good thing I'd planned ahead and built a family building for patients' relatives, with reasonable prices and presidential, VIP, and standard rooms. Day one's revenue hit over a hundred million US dollars. Counting money gave me hand cramps, heh.
I figured China's four million-plus cancer patients could be treated in half a year. For the rural poor, we offered an 80% discount—just 20,000 yuan, the lowest price possible. But the money barely hit my hands before it went to buying rare metals for spaceships. All that joy for nothing. To console me, my eighty-plus gorgeous bodyguards went all out, battling until the skies darkened and the sun and moon lost their light. A man like this—what more could I ask for?