Yuzhou City, Chu Xingchen and Yaoqin were on their way to the Demon Suppression Bureau.

On the somewhat deserted street, the two walked side by side.

Chu Xingchen thought for a moment and then asked, puzzled, "Why did you suddenly decide to go after the evil cultivators again?"

"Evil cultivators deserve to die," Yaoqin replied succinctly.

"...Honestly?"

Hearing this, Yaoqin looked calmly at Chu Xingchen beside her.

Chu Xingchen instinctively responded, "They do deserve to die."

After all, when Yaoqin helped him, she never asked too many questions.

So, Chu Xingchen fell silent on the road.

After walking for a while, Yaoqin suddenly spoke, saying out of the blue:

"The Roc soars with the wind in a day."

Chu Xingchen glanced sideways at Yaoqin, who showed no change in expression and didn't look at him.

He thought carefully and replied, "Rises with the wind ninety thousand miles?"

"That's what you said the first time you saw me," Yaoqin said, gripping her sword tightly and staring straight ahead. "That phrase inspired me back then. I considered myself the Roc. What about you?"

Did that even need to be said?

Chu Xingchen confidently smiled, "Naturally, I am too."

Yaoqin glanced at Chu Xingchen, "Then let's meet again after rising ninety thousand miles."

Chu Xingchen paused for a moment, then laughed, "Of course."

After that, the two didn't speak much on the way. When they reached the entrance of the Demon Suppression Bureau, the guards didn't stop them, since Chu Xingchen had been brought in by Zhao Wanqing earlier that day and was respectfully escorted out.

The guards at the entrance didn't stop them, as they weren't fools or blind. They didn't even intend to report their arrival, simply saying:

"You can go in, Captain Zhao should still be in the clinic."

Using his face as a pass, Chu Xingchen successfully led Yaoqin into the Demon Suppression Bureau.

The two headed straight for the Demon Bureau Clinic, as it's always easier to get things done by finding someone familiar first.

As Chu Xingchen stepped into the clinic's entrance, he was momentarily stunned.

He saw the young healer with tears streaming down her face, licking a large block of ice, with a few small silver needles stuck in her face.

Zhao Zhengyang had already woken up and was lying on the bed, with his sister sprinkling sugar into his mouth.

Chu Xingchen asked in confusion, "What are you all doing?"

"What exactly is in your pill?" Anian said with a slight tremor in her voice, her face showing a trace of grief, "Why do all those spirit herbs seem normal, but when you refine them, they become so... unorthodox?"

Chu Xingchen was displeased upon hearing this and retorted, "Unorthodox? My alchemy is legitimate! Didn't you see the effects?"

"It's very effective, but why does the body reject the medicinal power so much when it enters, yet the power seems to say 'I'm saving you, don't interfere'?"

"I just ask you, how's the effect?"

"Discuss that later. Senior, what's wrong with my brother?" Zhao Wanqing hurriedly asked, "He says his mouth is extremely bitter."

"I just ask..." Chu Xingchen came to his senses and approached Zhao Zhengyang, who looked indifferent, as if he had seen through life and death.

His mouth was open, stuffed with a lot of sugar, but it seemed to have no effect.

However, looking at him, it didn't seem to be because of bitterness.

After observing for a moment, Chu Xingchen said, "It's normal. He woke up too early, and the bitterness hasn't completely dissipated."

"The last time I took the pill refined by the senior, it didn't seem like this."

"Last time, I added herbs that could block your taste."

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Zhao Wanqing sighed in relief, as long as there was no problem.

Yaoqin frowned, her gaze sweeping over the chaotic scene before her. What was all this?

She spoke about the main issue, "Zhao Wanqing, before the people from Central State arrive, Bamboo-Jade Courtyard and the Demon Suppression Bureau will enforce the law together to prevent the situation from escalating. I need your intelligence and reconnaissance reports on the surrounding sects."

Hearing this, Zhao Wanqing put down the bowl of sugar and looked at Anian, who was still licking ice to ease her discomfort, and entrusted her:

"Anian, could you please look after him for me?"

Seeing Anian nod in agreement, Zhao Wanqing turned to the two and said, "Please follow me."

"Wait..." Zhao Zhengyang forcibly spat out all the sugar in his mouth, "I... I know some information."

Yaoqin stopped and looked at Zhao Zhengyang, who seemed to have regained his senses, and asked:

"What do you know?"

Zhao Zhengyang spoke with difficulty, "They... they bought from the black market dock..."

Chu Xingchen tried to supplement, "They bought Supreme Profound Stone at the black market dock?"

Zhao Zhengyang was stunned upon hearing this, turned his head with difficulty to look at Chu Xingchen, then nodded slightly before continuing with difficulty:

"Their real... goal..."

Chu Xingchen continued, "The real goal is the Blood Sacrifice of the Sect, not the mortals?"

"How... how do you know all this?"

Yaoqin shook her head slightly, feeling it would have been better if he had just stayed silent, as it was a waste of time. She said helplessly:

"Zhao Wanqing, let's go."

"Wait..." Zhao Zhengyang coughed heavily twice and said, "They... should have... a final goal... called the Immortal Seed..."

Faced with new information, Yaoqin showed interest and asked, "Immortal Seed? What's the plan?"

"This... I don't know..."

Yaoqin turned decisively, "Zhao Wanqing! Let's go!"

Zhao Wanqing glanced at her brother, who looked slightly aggrieved, sighed helplessly, and followed the two out.

With Zhao Wanqing's face as a pass, the two easily entered the Archives Room.

Zhao Wanqing took out the sect's intelligence, "Most of the people sent out haven't returned yet. Currently, we can only refer to these sect reports."

Saying this, she took two sect reports with feedback from a nearby shelf.

"These two sects are close to Yuzhou City, and the feedback indicates everything is normal."

Yaoqin didn't pick up the two sect reports with feedback but instead took the thick sect intelligence book.

It detailed the cultivation levels of the sect elders and sect masters, as well as the sect addresses.

Her Golden Core divine sense quickly scanned through.

Yaoqin concluded, "As expected... Qingfeng Sect is the most suitable, but it's not the only one!"

Since the evil cultivators' incident began, thanks to Chu Xingchen's information, Qingfeng Sect was already in a state of open exposure.

Only the people at the Qingfeng Sect Mine were unaware.

Yaoqin's primary target was naturally Qingfeng Sect, but before taking action, she needed to have clear intelligence to see if there were any clues nearby.

Zhao Wanqing was stunned upon hearing this, Qingfeng Sect?

Qingfeng Sect was quite far from Yuzhou City.

Seeing Zhao Wanqing's puzzled look, Yaoqin casually explained, "Central State has intelligence."

Zhao Wanqing looked enlightened.

Yaoqin said, "I've already arranged for people from Bamboo-Jade Courtyard to investigate the surrounding intelligence. They will later come to the Demon Suppression Bureau to submit the collected information."

"Your cultivation level is too low, stay here to receive the intelligence. He and I will go to Qingfeng Sect to explore."

"The Grand Elder of Qingfeng Sect is at the Nascent Soul Realm." Zhao Wanqing quickly reminded, "Wouldn't that be too dangerous?"

Yaoqin's expression remained calm:

"Their ultimate trump card is only the Nascent Soul. I am not."

Faced with such bold words, Zhao Wanqing was momentarily at a loss for words.