Chapter 58: Their Final Trump Card is Only the Nascent Soul, But I Am Not
In Yuzhou City, Chu Xingchen and Yaoqin were on their way to the Demon Suppression Division.
On the slightly empty street, the two walked side by side.
Chu Xingchen thought for a moment, then asked with confusion: "Why do you suddenly want to catch evil cultivators again?"
"Evil cultivators deserve to die." Yaoqin's answer was concise and to the point.
"...The truth?"
Hearing this, Yaoqin calmly looked at Chu Xingchen beside her.
Chu Xingchen answered reflexively: "They indeed deserve to die."
Forget it, when Yaoqin helped him, she indeed didn't ask so many whys.
And so, Chu Xingchen fell silent for the rest of the journey.
After walking for a while, Yaoqin suddenly spoke, saying something out of the blue: "A great roc rises with the wind one day."
Chu Xingchen glanced sideways at Yaoqin. Her expression hadn't changed in the slightest, nor did she look at him.
He thought carefully for a moment, then replied: "Soaring up ninety thousand li?"
"That was what you said the first time we met." Yaoqin gripped the sword in her hand, her gaze fixed on the road ahead. "This poem inspired me at that time. I consider myself the great roc, and what about you?"
Did that even need to be asked?
Chu Xingchen said with a confident smile: "Naturally, I am as well."
Yaoqin looked sideways at Chu Xingchen: "Then in the future, we shall meet again after ninety thousand li."
Chu Xingchen paused for a moment upon hearing this, then said with a smile: "Naturally."
After that, the two did not speak much on the rest of the journey. When they reached the entrance of the Demon Suppression Division, the guards did not stop them. After all, they were neither fools nor blind.
They didn't even plan to announce them, just saying: "You may go right in. Captain Zhao should still be in the medical clinic."
By virtue of his familiar face, Chu Xingchen successfully led Yaoqin into the Demon Suppression Division.
The two went straight to the Demon Suppression Division's medical clinic, as it was always easier to get things done by finding an acquaintance first.
As Chu Xingchen stepped through the main entrance of the medical clinic, he was stunned.
He saw the young physician holding a large block of ice and licking it, his face stained with tears and several small silver needles stuck in it.
Zhao Zhengyang had already woken up and was now lying on the bed, while his own sister sprinkled white sugar into his mouth.
Chu Xingchen asked in confusion: "What are you all... doing?"
"What on earth is your pill anyway?" A Nian's face trembled slightly with the silver needles, her tone somewhat aggrieved. "Clearly, all those spiritual plants were normal. Why is it that after you refine them, it becomes so... unorthodox?"
Chu Xingchen was displeased upon hearing this and retorted: "What do you mean unorthodox! That is a proper and orthodox alchemical technique! Didn't you see the effect?"
"It was very effective, but why does the body reject that medicinal power so strongly, yet the power itself gives off a feeling of 'I'm saving you, just let me do my job'?"
"I'm just asking, was the effect effective or not?"
"You two can discuss that later. Senior, what is wrong with my brother?" Zhao Wanqing quickly pursued the question. "He says his mouth is extremely bitter."
"I'm just asking..." Chu Xingchen suddenly realized what was happening and walked forward to Zhao Zhengyang. He saw that his expression was blank, as if he had seen through life and death.
His mouth was open, filled with a lot of white sugar, but it seemed to have no effect.
But looking at it like this, it probably wasn't because of the bitterness, right?
After looking for a moment, Chu Xingchen said: "It's normal. He woke up too early, and the bitter taste in his mouth hasn't completely dissipated."
"The last time I took a pill refined by you, it seemed... it wasn't like this."
"Last time, I added an herb that could block your sense of taste."
Hearing this, Zhao Wanqing breathed a sigh of relief. It was fine as long as there was no problem.
Yaoqin frowned, her gaze sweeping across the chaotic scene before her. What was all this?
She spoke of the matter at hand: "Zhao Wanqing, before the people from the Central State arrive, the Bamboo Jade Court and the Demon Suppression Division will enforce the law together to prevent the situation from escalating. I need your intelligence on the surrounding sects and your investigation reports."
Hearing this, Zhao Wanqing put down the bowl of sugar in her hand, looked at A Nian who was still licking ice to relieve the pain, and entrusted him to her: "A Nian, please help me keep an eye on him for a bit."
Seeing A Nian nod in agreement, Zhao Wanqing looked at the two and said: "Please follow me."
"Wait a moment..." Zhao Zhengyang forcefully spat out all the sugar in his mouth. "I... I know some information."
Yaoqin stopped her steps and looked at Zhao Zhengyang, who seemed to have come back to his senses, and asked: "What do you know?"
Zhao Zhengyang spoke with difficulty: "They... they bought them from the Black Market Pier..."
Chu Xingchen tried to add: "They bought Taixuan Stones at the Black Market Pier?"
Zhao Zhengyang was stunned upon hearing this. He turned his head with difficulty to look at Chu Xingchen, then nodded lightly and continued to speak with difficulty: "Their... real... purp..."
Chu Xingchen continued: "Their real purpose is a blood sacrifice for a sect, not for mortals?"
"You... how do you... know all that?"
Yaoqin shook her head helplessly. This was even more of a waste of time than just lying there silently. She said helplessly: "Zhao Wanqing, let's go."
"Wait..." Zhao Zhengyang coughed heavily twice and said, "They... should still have... a final goal... called the Immortal Seed..."
Faced with this new intelligence, Yaoqin became interested: "Immortal Seed? What kind of plan is that?"
"This... I don't know..."
Without hesitation, Yaoqin turned around: "Zhao Wanqing! Let's go!"
Zhao Wanqing glanced down at her younger brother, who looked rather wronged, sighed helplessly, and followed the two out.
With Zhao Wanqing's familiar face, the two easily entered the records room.
Zhao Wanqing took out the intelligence on the sects: "Most of the people sent out haven't returned yet. Currently, this is the only sect intelligence we can reference."
As she spoke, she also picked up the reports on two sects that had already responded from a nearby shelf.
"These two sects are close to Yuzhou City and have sent back messages indicating that everything is normal."
Yaoqin did not pick up the reports from the two sects that had responded, but instead picked up the thick book of sect intelligence.
It contained detailed records of the cultivation levels of the sect elders and leaders, as well as the sect addresses.
Her Golden Core spiritual consciousness quickly scanned it.
Yaoqin concluded: "As expected... the Clear Wind Sect is the most suitable, but it's definitely not the only one!"
Since the evil cultivator incident began, the Clear Wind Sect had already been in an exposed, named state due to Chu Xingchen's information.
It was just that the group of people at the Clear Wind Sect's mine were unaware of this themselves.
Yaoqin's primary target was naturally the Clear Wind Sect, but before taking action, she had to first obtain clear intelligence to see if there were any other clues in the vicinity.
Zhao Wanqing was stunned when she heard this. The Clear Wind Sect?
The Clear Wind Sect was quite far from Yuzhou City.
Yaoqin looked at Zhao Wanqing's confused gaze and perfunctorily told her: "There's intelligence from the Central State."
A look of realization appeared on Zhao Wanqing's face.
Yaoqin said: "I have already arranged for the people of the Bamboo Jade Court to investigate the surroundings. They will come to the Demon Suppression Division later to submit the collected intelligence."
"Your cultivation is too low. Stay here to receive the intelligence. I and he will go to the Clear Wind Sect to scout the situation."
"The Clear Wind Sect's Grand Elder is at the Nascent Soul Realm," Zhao Wanqing quickly reminded her. "Won't that be too dangerous?"
Yaoqin's expression was calm:
"Their final trump card is only the Nascent Soul, but I am not."
Faced with such a domineering statement, Zhao Wanqing was at a loss for words for a moment.
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