Chapter 65: What Kind of Cleanliness Freak

The night was deep and silent, darkness enveloping everything. When Lu Qingfei arrived at the police station, she still found it hard to believe. Her eldest senior brother, always upright, dignified, and as pure as a clear breeze and bright moon, had actually gotten into a fight—what a rare occurrence.

A young woman caught sight of her and approached with a warm smile. “Miss Lu Qingfei?”

Lu Qingfei nodded. “Yes. May I ask, what is Xie Yunjie’s situation now?”

“He struck someone first at the club and was caught by our chief, who brought him back here,” the woman replied.

A thick, black impurity oozed from their bodies, forming a hard, pitch-black shell on their skin, while wisps of gray smoke drifted upward from the crown of their heads.

Yet this man was guarding the place, and just now the three-tailed fox spirit had tried to escape again. Could it be he intended to capture the fox once more and sell it a second time?

Running such an establishment must require immense wealth, Song Yu thought. Anyone able to open a brothel of this caliber was certainly no ordinary person.

Zhong Yu nodded. She acted swiftly and decisively, transplanting and anastomosing the right superficial temporal artery about two centimeters under the skin on the patient’s hand, finally improving the blood supply to the scalp.

On the way, Song Yu recounted to his sister the recent events at the martial arts hall, as well as how he’d accepted Uncle Huang’s offer and become acting head of the Yuntian Martial Hall.

“Tianyi, I’m here—where are you?” Liu Erlong dropped all pretense, and upon stepping into the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan compound, began to call out unabashedly.

He was genuinely afraid this thing would act like the Soldier’s Seal, sucking him into some mysterious realm in a flash, then branding itself as a mark on his body—how could he possibly hide something like that?

Behind her was a sea of pale pink plum blossoms, clouds of mist and glowing sunlight swirling together, making her radiant smile seem almost too beautiful to be real.

All nine elders, along with Second-in-Command Yu Luomian, wore the same expression. They understood too well what miraculous changes the immortal herbs Tianyi had brought could mean for their clan.

She had only traded herself for his favor in exchange for a deal; there was never any real affection between them.

The days passed one by one. Every day, Qiu Jihan would come by, and though Tong’er despised him from the bottom of her heart, this man always managed to appear with a nonchalant smile.

The primordial spirit’s role was not limited to reconnaissance and survival. Although such actions often risked shattering the spirit and dying, at this moment, he had no other choice.

When the cold laughter faded, Huang Han’s palms suddenly trembled, frost thickening, compressing further, gradually eroding the protective shield of flame.

“Does the Rabbit Tower have any famous doctors?” After requesting leave, Huineng hurried to the Rabbit Tower with Mi Chunqiu. On the way, he feigned a need to relieve himself, slipped into the woods to scratch frantically for a while, then asked Mi Chunqiu his question.

Once the five entered the forest, they could only see objects within fifty meters; beyond that, everything was a blur.

“If you have something to discuss, speak properly. If you don’t change that temperament, you’ll suffer a great loss one day.” The young madam’s words made Leng Sandao nod repeatedly in agreement.

Many believed he was crazy—a freshman at the mid-stage of acquired strength daring to challenge an innate elder to a life-and-death duel was like an egg striking a stone.

The giant ape charged forth, leaping suddenly from the boulder with the force of an arrow released from its string, massive hand darting out to seize the ferocious bird in a vice-like grip.

“All right, all right! You two cooperate so well! I’ll just leave!” Ming You pouted, realizing her speed at slaying wandering spirits was far inferior to Yan Jicheng’s. Accepting this, she stopped arguing and obediently sped toward the exit of the passage.

Though Hu Qingling and Elder Fu’s eyes were on Mo Buwei and Mo Wushuang, the latter’s focus was not on them, but rather on the three demon martial immortals, whose faces were now filled with terror.

It was an auspicious-sounding name, yet no one would have imagined it belonged to a notorious drug lord.

After relaying all this, Zhang Rui chatted with Lu Yilin for a while longer in the office, deliberately revealing some details from the previous night, including the incident where Qin Lan and Lu Pinyuan had a minor conflict.