"Alright, boss."

With everything arranged, he drove to Rose Street.

"Here you go."

Liu Zheng placed the unlabelled bottle of red wine on Black Soil.

"It's not from Du Kang Wine Workshop, huh."

The French Plane Tree glanced at the bottle, a bit disappointed.

"Finding it hard to go from luxury to frugality, right? I'm telling you, who knows when I'll go to Du Kang Wine Workshop next for supplies, so you'd better drink sparingly."

He warned.

"I don't believe you don't have a stash on you."

The French Plane Tree glanced at the Headless Mandarin Duck Pouch hanging at his waist and said.

"That's all for emergencies, there's no way I'm letting you drink it like regular food."

Liu Yiming replied.

"Tch, stingy human."

The French Plane Tree pouted.

Despite its words, it still hid the red wine within Black Soil.

"There might be a fight later, watch the situation and jump in if needed."

Liu Zheng shifted to serious matters.

"Who have you brought over this time?"

"Didn't invite anyone; they live here, number 39 Rose Street."

He replied.

"Number 39? Isn't that right there?"

The French Plane Tree lowered a branch and pointed not far away.

"Pretty close, you should reach it, right?"

Liu Zheng confirmed.

"Ignorant human, as long as it's on this street, there's no place I can't reach, whether it's above ground or below."

The French Plane Tree claimed proudly.

"Impressive, impressive, then I'll have to trouble the esteemed French noble Mr. Delago later."

He said solemnly.

"Hmph, for the sake of your usual filial piety, this lord will reluctantly make a move."

The French Plane Tree declared arrogantly.

"You're a French noble? Why do you sound like a palace eunuch to me?"

Liu Zheng squinted and said.

"Mind your own business!"

After some idle chatter, Niu Daji and the panda came over with Feng Mo Miku.

"Ah Bao, your task later is to protect Feng Mo Miku. Don't make a move unless I tell you to."

He instructed the panda.

"Got it."

The panda was all too glad to hear that, as it meant it could slack off openly.

"Boss, what about me?"

Niu Daji asked eagerly.

"You just charge in with me, cover whoever's in danger, and attack enemies if there's no danger."

Liu Zheng instructed.

"Sure thing!"

Niu Daji responded loudly.

This straightforward task was its favorite.

"Let me first draw a protective spell on this girl. Girl, take off your clothes."

The panda said to Feng Mo Miku.

"Huh?"

Feng Mo Miku was taken aback.

"What's with the 'huh'? There's no one else here, what's there to be afraid of? Hurry up."

The panda said impatiently.

And it was indeed true; a tree, a cow, a bear, and a goat don't really count as "people."

"Okay, okay."

Feng Mo Miku bashfully unbuttoned her uniform, revealing her snow-white back.

"Ahem."

Liu Zheng awkwardly pulled Niu Daji to turn around.

"Don't rush to turn around, I need some blood."

The panda said.

"Don't you usually use vermillion for drawing talismans?"

He protested slightly.

"Where can you find vermillion that's as effective as your blood? Besides, you can regenerate blood by eating grass, so don't be stingy. Look, the girl is already offering herself."

The panda goaded.

"Am I really being stingy? You can ask around the Metropolis, where would you find a junior using the boss as a casting material?"

Liu Zheng said, exasperated.

"Then go ask in the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, where would you find a Demon King doing odd jobs every day? I've already come to terms with it, why can't you?"

The panda argued righteously.

"Hmm..."

The panda made a good point, leaving Liu Zheng speechless.

"Alright, alright, here you go, will that do?"

He cut open one of his tentacles, letting blood trickle out.

"That's more like it."

The panda took out a talisman pen, rolling it on his tentacle to absorb the blood.

Once the tip turned completely red, it removed the pen, and the wound quickly scabbed over.

"Tsk, such a freak."

It shook its head and said.

"If you can't talk, then don't. If you keep jabbering, I'll send you to the sewer to dig poop."

Liu Zheng threatened.

"Tch~"

Panda walked up behind Feng Mo Future with a talisman pen.

"No matter how itchy it gets later, don't move around, or else if I make a mistake, we'll have to start over, and the troublemakers will have to cut their wrists again."

It advised.

"Yes, I definitely won't move."

Feng Mo Future hurriedly said.

"Hehe."

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes dramatically, but since he was facing away from them, neither Panda nor Feng Mo Future could see it.

Panda licked the talisman pen and wrote mysterious symbols on Feng Mo Future's back until it reached her tailbone and then stopped.

"Hey! Cha!"

Panda formed a seal with its claw and recited a spell, pressing it onto Feng Mo Future's back. The red mark slightly raised, resembling a statue of a deity.

"Alright, you can put your clothes back on, just don't cover your back."

Panda said.

"Okay."

Feng Mo Future breathed a sigh of relief and quickly put her jacket on backward.

Thankfully, it wasn't drawn on the front, only her back was exposed, which was barely acceptable.

"This talisman you drew is different from the previous ones."

Liu Zheng observed.

"Of course it's different. The ones I drew before were the Heavenly Book Cloud Seals, and this time I'm using the Buddhist Brahmic Script."

Panda replied.

"Why would someone from the Mystical Sect draw in Buddhist Brahmic Script?"

He asked curiously.

"What choice do I have? Our sect's inheritance is incomplete. Those useful spells were swindled by previous ancestors from all over, so having something to use is already good enough."

"I am already quite fortunate. Previous generations didn't even have suitable spells within the sect and had to go enroll in city magic training classes."

Panda complained.

"How can a cultivator learn magic, though? Can they even learn it?"

"No, they can't. So later he specialized in body refinement and relied on fists to deal with people."

Panda explained.

"Well, that is an alternative path, I suppose."

"Alternative path, my foot! How could fists be as useful as spells? He was eventually smashed to death by a spell when trying to snatch mystical treasures later."

Panda stated.

"Didn't I lend you that Inheritance Jade Scroll? In the future, your Mixed Pill Sect will have a complete spell inheritance."

Liu Zheng comforted.

"That's true. I guess all the work I've done for you wasn't for nothing."

Panda nodded.

"Alright, let's move."

He called out, and the group headed in the direction pointed by the French Plane Tree.

Standing in front of 39 Rose Street, Liu Zheng assessed the building before him.

A two-story small building; judging by the exterior, it appeared to be of reinforced concrete structure.

Surrounded by a fence, but the enclosed area wasn't made into a garden, rather it was hardened over.

This style was quite similar to self-built houses in rural areas in reality.

He found the doorbell, thought for a moment, didn't press it directly with his fingers, but poked it with "Anger."

"Who is it?"

A few seconds later, a girl's voice came from the speaker under the doorbell.

"Hello, we're food promoters from the 'Bloody Restaurant,' offering complimentary tasting services at your doorstep. Would anyone in your household be interested?"

Liu Zheng said politely.

"Does the Bloody Restaurant even offer such services?"

The girl sounded somewhat surprised.

"We've got to keep up with the times. The high-end dining market isn't as booming as it used to be."

He explained.

"Alright. However, my house doesn't need it; maybe you could try other households."

The girl said.

"If gourmet dishes aren't necessary, we also offer free wine tasting services from the 'Du Kang Wine Workshop.' Does your household have any need for that?"

Liu Zheng switched his pitch.

"Aren't you from the Bloody Restaurant?"

"What can I say, life isn't easy, so I need to take on a few more side jobs. I'm also a fruit salesperson for the 'Busy Hours' fruit shop, but I didn't bring any this time. If you ever need any, I can bring some next time."

He replied.

"That's unnecessary; we don't need anything. Thank you, goodbye."

The girl ended the call.

"Was it her voice?"

Liu Zheng asked Feng Mo Future.

"Sounds a lot like it."

Feng Mo Future nodded.

"Then that's alright."

He pressed the doorbell again.

"Please stop harassing me; if you continue, I'll call the police."

The girl said impatiently.

"Sure, go call the cops now. See if they arrest me or you."

Liu Zheng said confidently.

"What do you mean?"

The girl's tone turned cold.

"Your deeds have been exposed, Gongyang Xin; come out and surrender."

He said calmly.