Lin Chen's dreams were beautiful, but reality was quite harsh.

What awaited Lin Chen was not Zhao Xiaohua's physical surrender but the painful unblocking of his meridians.

According to Xiaohua, his seal had been opened to the second level, and when the second level of the seal was opened, Lin Chen felt two clusters of Spiritual Energy in his body undergoing a strange transformation.

Originally, the Qi Sea of fire Spiritual Energy and metal Spiritual Energy were separate, but when Zhao Xiaohua unsealed him, Lin Chen found that the two Qi Seas had merged into one.

The merging process was excruciatingly painful; Lin Chen almost died from the pain. He even suspected that Xiaohua was deliberately using unsealing as a way to punish him.

Tomorrow was the day the Spiritual Spring opened, and the supernatural world of Capital City was abuzz.

On a commercial street in Capital City, a young Taoist in Daoist robes stopped a young woman and said, "Miss, your complexion is sallow, clearly indicating menstrual irregularities."

Saying this, the young Taoist took out a dirty mineral water bottle filled with a bottle of murky yellow liquid.

"Miss, this potion is brewed from forty-nine kinds of Spiritual Medicine over three days and nights, and seeing as we are fated, I'm not asking for twenty-nine thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, not even two thousand nine hundred ninety-nine, just two hundred ninety-nine, listen carefully, only two hundred ninety-nine," the young Taoist excitedly said, mimicking the words of a commercial.

All eyes gathered on the two, and the young woman glared furiously at the young Taoist: "You're the one with menstrual problems, your whole family has menstrual problems."

Watching the angry young woman walk away, the young Taoist looked helpless.

My potion is an Immortal Elixir, but why does no one want it?

Dammit, even entering the Spiritual Spring requires a park ticket, two hundred ninety-nine; I might as well try my luck at the park entrance.

Saying this, the young Taoist headed in the direction of the Thirteen Tombs.

In the Hong family, Hong Tiancheng smashed a valuable teacup to the ground.

"A bunch of useless fools, can't even catch a person; have you heard anything from those idiots yet?"

One of Hong Tiancheng's trembling subordinates knelt before him: "Reporting to the Family Head, there is still no news from them, it's likely bad news."

"Forget it, they're probably caught by Lin Chen by now." A bewitching woman sat on Hong Tiancheng's lap. Looking at her, several of Hong Tiancheng's subordinates couldn't help but react.

"What are you looking at, get out of here," Hong Tiancheng shouted furiously.

"Meimei, don't be mad, I'll think of something, I'll definitely capture that teacher," Hong Tiancheng said lecherously as he stroked Hu Meimei's thigh, smiling.

"Ah, no need, Lin Chen has probably already tightened security by now; we wouldn't have a chance if we tried now," Hu Meimei jumped off Hong Tiancheng.

"Meimei, give me another chance!" Hong Tiancheng said, looking lovelorn.

Hu Meimei smiled: "Opportunities are only given to those who are prepared, since it's lost, it's lost."

Just then, the door opened, and a young man covered in wounds stumbled in: "Meimei, I got them. Here are two tokens for entering the Spiritual Spring."

Hu Meimei looked at the young man and walked over with a brimming smile to take the tokens.

"Good boy!" she said and kissed the young man on the cheek.

Hong Tiancheng was displeased: "You beast, fighting over a woman with your father, she's supposed to be your future mother."

"Pah, Meimei and I are the true love, tell him, Meimei, you love me," Hong Cheng passionately clutched Hu Meimei's hand.

However, Hong Tiancheng was also unwilling to be outdone and directly grabbed Hu Meimei's other hand.

Neither of them was willing to let go until a blood-covered Hong Cheng suddenly became enraged.

He furiously pulled out a blood-stained dagger from his waist and lunged at Hong Tiancheng.

Hong Tiancheng could never have imagined that his own son would strike him, as the chilling dagger deeply penetrated his chest.

"Ah!" Hong Tiancheng screamed in agony and fell into a pool of blood.

Seeing his father suddenly fall, Hong Qiang's eyes seemed to regain a trace of clarity, and suddenly he threw away the dagger and threw himself onto Hong Tiancheng.

"Dad, how could I have killed my own father?"

At that moment, the red glow in Hong Tiancheng's eyes disappeared without a trace, and his gaunt hand tightly grasped Hong Cheng: "Xiao Cheng, we were bewitched by her techniques, don't deal with this woman anymore, she's nothing but trouble."

As soon as he finished speaking, Hong Tiancheng's life faded away.

Hong Cheng held Hong Tiancheng's corpse and wept bitterly.

But at that moment, Hu Meimei gently wrapped her arms around his waist: "Don't be sad, you still have me, right?"

Feeling the fragrance of the beauty behind him and the soft touch on his back, Hong Cheng's eyes once again surged with red light.

"Right, right, I still have you, my beautiful darling." Hong Cheng greedily caressed those hands, looking at the affectionate Hu Meimei behind him.

However, just then, he suddenly felt an unusual sensation on his body, as if something was wriggling inside him.

At that moment, Hong Cheng suddenly noticed a trail of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

And the next instant, Hong Cheng collapsed to the ground, bleeding from all orifices and died.

"Meimei, I, I don't want to die, I still want to be with you." As he fell, Hong Cheng still gazed longingly at Hu Meimei.

"Xiao Qi, your bugs are so disgusting, take them away quickly." Seeing Hong Cheng fall, Hu Meimei chuckled.

At this time, a slightly hunched middle-aged man walked in with a cold smile: "Meimei, so you've developed a compassionate heart, how rare!"

As he finished speaking, Xiao Qi flicked his wrist and several black bugs crawled out from Hong Cheng's mouth, utterly terrifying.

"The boss told us both to enter the Spiritual Spring. Here's the token for you. We'll go to the Spiritual Spring together early tomorrow.

At Capital City Airport, a young man got off the plane, carrying a backpack and looking around. Just then, a taxi rolled up and a cheerful young man asked, "Little brother, where are you headed?"

Zhang Yu took out a crumpled piece of paper and looked at it, saying, "I'm going to Spiritual Spring."

"Spiritual Spring?" The cab driver looked at Zhang Yu in surprise, a faint smile crossing his lips.

"Want to go to Spiritual Spring? No problem; just hang on, we'll be there shortly." As soon as he finished speaking, the taxi driver stepped on the gas, and the car sped away.

Twenty minutes later, Zhang Yu stepped out of the car and looked around, looking frustrated: "Is this the Spiritual Spring I mentioned?"

The driver pointed at a small two-story building on the roadside and nodded seriously: "Yes, this Spiritual Spring is quite popular, full of young and beautiful girls, good luck to you!"