Morning, 1 May 2009.

Fuzhou Airport, parking lot.

A Volkswagen 2000 sedan was parked near the exit of the parking lot, and two young men were listlessly leaning against the door and chatting. One of them was holding a wooden sign with the words "Changzhou Su Ze" written on it.

"What is this guy doing, Sect Ancestor hasn't come out for so long!" The tall and thin one of them looked at his watch impatiently and said with some unhappiness.

The tall and thin man was a young man of twenty-seven or eighteen years old, white and clean, with a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his face, and he looked a little intellectual. He is the organizer of this Xiuzhen netizen gathering, "Wind Gentleman".

"I guess I fell into the toilet. A dark and fat young man next to him smiled casually, the sign was holding in his hand, and his accent had a strong Guangzhou flavor.

The Wind Gentleman picked up the water bottle and took a sip, and was about to make a phone call when he saw a group of travelers coming over.

One of them was walking up to them, smiling and waving to them.

"Godfather, I'm the Wind Gentleman!" the Wind Gentleman greeted him and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, I'm Su Ze. Su Ze also smiled and stretched out his hand and shook it with the Wind Gentleman. "Who is this?" Su Xue looked at the black fat man holding the sign in his hand.

"Hello Godfather, I'm the 'Twelve Bird Riders'. The black fat man hurriedly stepped forward to say hello.

"Oh, you're the 'Twelve Bird Riders'? Hello!" After Su Xue shook hands with him, he immediately asked, "Twelve, it is said that you are out of the Yin God, right?"

"Ancestor, what are you anxious about? Let's go back and talk about this matter. Please get in the car ......" Wind Gentleman smiled and opened the car door.

An hour later, Su Ze's car arrived at the Tiandao Hotel.

"Wind Gentleman" walked to the front of the main desk, took out a small notebook and looked at it: "Ancestor, this is the accommodation place for this gathering, and a few of your [Holy Dao Society's 'Big River Crabs' and 'Dream Out of Immortal Machines' have arrived." Your room is 1512, well, with your [Holy Dao Society]'s 'Dream Immortal Machine'. You go up and rest first, and we're going to pick up our friends from the [Cave Sky Club]......"

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The Tiandao Hotel is a large 20-story building, which is the property of the "Wind Gentleman", and it is also the usual activity location of the [Tiandao League] led by him. This Xiuzhen exchange meeting was jointly organized by the foreign [Spiritual Research Association] and the domestic [Heavenly Dao Alliance], and the [Spiritual Research Association] funded the upper 15 floors of the Tiandao Hotel at half price as the venue for this gathering.

This exchange meeting is probably the largest gathering of folk cultivation circles in history, not only more than a dozen domestic cultivation enthusiast organizations, but also foreign occult enthusiast organizations such as the [Psychic Research Association].

The boss of the [Psychic Research Society] funded this time is "Yang Liu Qingyang", who has photographed a large number of bricks from Su Ze before, an overseas Chinese in the United States, who claims to be a banker, but is actually a Soros-style financial speculator. He controls dozens of banks and financial institutions, and is a super tyrant who is so poor that he only has money left.

However, this big tyrant has had a peculiar idea since he was a child, he always feels that he is not a human, but a descendant of a vampire. When he grew up, this ridiculous idea not only did not disappear, but became more intense, and he wanted to become not only a vampire, but also the legendary vampire prince.

Although the idea of "Yangliu Qingyang" is ridiculous, from a certain point of view, it is actually no different from Su Ze's ideal of "flying into an immortal", anyway, he doesn't want to be a person.

However, "Yang Liu Qingyang" has much more funds than Su Ze, so the scene he made is much bigger. For example, the [Paranormal Research Society] he formed is the largest organization of occult enthusiasts in the world. In the past few years, he has organized a large number of people to find and study vampires in Europe, and he has spent millions of euros.

Because he wants to be a vampire prince so much, on the Internet, people in the circle like to call him "Prince Yangliu". Of course, for most people, the financial speculator is originally a vampire among vampires, a profiteer among profiteers, and it is well deserved to call him "prince".

If it was in the Middle Ages, the idea of "willow purity" was absolutely "rebellious", and once it was known, there would only be one consequence - being tied to the Campo de' Fiori in Rome by the church and making a barbecue of human meat.

But in the 21st century, this kind of thinking is really not a big deal, what is it to want to be a vampire? There are a lot of more unbelievable ideas than that.

So even if he openly formed a vampire enthusiast organization on the Internet and clamored to be a vampire prince, no one took it seriously. His actions of spending huge sums of money to find and study vampires are more of a joke.

In this day and age, a random robber is more worrying than a vampire prince. If it's a terrorist, its deterrent power can't even be compared to the legendary Hell Demon King.

As a result, this largest gathering of international cultivators in history had basically no impact on society, and several related websites were published to report on it, and even local newspapers in Fuzhou were disdainful of publishing it.

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After Su Ze entered the room, he didn't find the "dream out of the immortal machine", and went to the rooms of the other members of the [Holy Dao Society] to take a look, but there were still no ghosts. Not only the members of the Holy Word Society, but also the members of other organizations.

Su Ze immediately called: "Chicken, chicken, I have arrived at the hotel, where are you?"

"Godfather, I'm in the big conference room on the 19th floor, you come and help, we can't be busy......" The excited voice of "Dream Out of the Immortal Machine" came from the phone.

In the background of the phone, it was as noisy as a vegetable market, and the voice of the "Kik Singer" was faintly heard inside: "...... Fellow Daoist, you have strange bones and talent, and at first glance you are a good material for cultivating "Xuanzhen Nine Changes". This cheats book will sell you for only 50 yuan, it's not expensive at all, it's all cost price......"

Su Ze came out of the elevator and followed the sign to the door of the large conference room, and before he entered, he heard the voices of people inside, all kinds of shouting and bargaining...... One after another.

As soon as he pushed the door open, Su Ze was immediately dumbfounded......

This large conference room covering an area of 2,400 square meters has been transformed into a trading market at the moment. The conference table made of good nanmu has become a variety of stalls, on which are placed all kinds of trading goods; and the newspaper rack that used to put newspapers has unfortunately been used as a billboard at this moment, and the newspapers on it have been replaced by various signboards; the lever that erected the isolation ribbon has not run away, and now it has been pulled to the highest, and the isolation ribbon has been thrown away, replaced by various advertising banners......

What the hell is this? Su Ze was shocked by this enthusiastic scene.