"Same as last time."

The servant spoke with a peculiar expression.

Because people only found out after entering the city, but exactly how they got in, no one saw.

These elusive methods, without the help of the city’s residents, it’s truly hard to find such a person.

"Where are they?"

Han Yu was impatient, after so many days, finally caught... waiting for you.

Inside Youzhou City.

Qiu Luobai, as usual, snuck into the city wearing a cloak.

The little tiger truly didn’t deceive him; once the beast skin cloak was fully worn, people around treated him like air. As he came into the city, not a single eye glanced at him.

But he always had to show his face. For instance, the half-hanging lamb carcass in front of him—if he stole it, it would be difficult to carry, not to mention attracting unnecessary trouble if done repeatedly.

Every time he would find a secluded spot to take off his hood before blending into the crowd.

In the past six months, he hasn’t done anything outrageous. He would blend into the city, conduct normal transactions, then sneak away.

It could be said that if not for Han Yu stirring things up, Ye Zhiqiu mobilizing citizens to search, and Qiu Luobai suffering from being a stranger, the whole of Youzhou City may never have known of his existence.

"Is it him you’re looking for?"

In a corner, Ye Zhiqiu hurried over with Han Yu after hearing the news, both of them lurking in a corner, coldly watching a butcher’s shop.

There, Qiu Luobai was negotiating with the butcher, looking like an average scene.

"Hey! That cloak is really ragged."

Ye Zhiqiu glanced at the cloak sewn from various bits of beast skin on the opponent, covered in patches of varying sizes, making it look not only strange but also shabby.

More importantly, this was just a Divine Bridge Realm cultivator. Why was Han Yu so intent on finding him?

"Why are you looking for such a small cultivator?"

He was naturally unable to understand what Han Yu wanted, curiously asking.

"To give a Pill."

Han Yu said simply with two words, prompting Ye Zhiqiu to involuntarily glance at his barefooted large feet, his mouth twitching.

Going after even small cultivators, besides being a wasteful Pill God and a walking fortune, Ye Zhiqiu thought the opponent should have another title—pitfall Pill Master.

Han Yu, of course, didn’t know this guy was continuing the Inspectorate’s tradition, also thinking of nicknames for him, feeling somewhat excited as he prepared to step forward.

"Hold on a moment."

But Ye Zhiqiu stopped him.

What was there to wait for? The person finally showed up, and if they didn’t catch up now, a blink later they might disappear, leading to another wait.

"They won’t get away."

Ye Zhiqiu pouted, people had also gone to buy meat from the butcher’s shop, looking ordinary without anything peculiar.

Until one of them, upon leaving with meat, subtly nodded in their direction, did Ye Zhiqiu speak with a smile, "It’s done, they can’t run."

"What did you do?"

Han Yu still hadn’t understood their actions, curiously asking.

"Nothing much, just threw a few Gu insects into his beast skin."

Ye Zhiqiu smiled as he spoke.

"This is like taking off your pants to fart, I’m just giving a Pill, why make it so complicated!"

Han Yu was only interested in the Qi Fortune on the opponent, other matters didn’t interest him much.

But Ye Zhiqiu was eager, pointing in that direction, speaking with interest.

"Secretive methods, sneaky movements—I reckon this guy must have something to hide, let him go first, we’ll follow."

Just as he finished speaking, Qiu Luobai had already picked up the chopped meat and was on his way out, with the two silently following behind, all the way quietly climbing onto the wall.

In a secluded spot, Qiu Luobai stood still for a moment, confirmed no one was around, pulled his hood down again, then swaggered towards the city gate.

On the rooftop, Han Yu and Ye Zhiqiu were looking at each other.

"Did you see it?"

Ye Zhiqiu turned his head, eyes wide in disbelief.

Han Yu shook his head, "I just saw him suddenly disappear."

"That beast skin isn’t simple; once he put on the hat, my senses were cut off."

The Artifact Spirit also had a surprised little face, realizing its senses were blocked—it previously thought there was something wrong with itself.

What now? The person was lost again.

Han Yu could only look grumpily at Ye Zhiqiu, "Lost him after waiting."

If he had known, he should’ve acted earlier!

"Can’t lose them, the Gu insects just planted are Mandarin Duck Gu from the Mo Family, combined with the Heart-Understanding Bell, even if he burrows underground, I can dig him out for you."

Ye Zhiqiu confidently pulled out a bell, smugly said to Han Yu.

On the other end, Qiu Luobai rode a sword back to the mountain crevice, performing the same trick to get in.

Upon returning to the passage’s end, the little tiger was already dozing off, its already ethereal body dimmed.

Startled, Qiu Luobai quickly rushed forward, dumping all the meat from his pack in front of it.

The little tiger’s nose twitched, eyes suddenly opened, using its last bit of strength to pounce and devour the meat.

Just a few blinks and the pile of meat rapidly decayed, yet the little tiger still licked its mouth unsatisfied.

"Anymore?"

"Not full yet?"

Qiu Luobai widened his eyes. It’s not easy running back and forth, and the mountain crevice is so small, bringing more is problematic.

"Why don’t you make another trip."

The little tiger licked its mouth, took a few more sniffs from the ground until no trace of blood was left before reluctantly giving up.

"Not recovered yet?"

After much hesitation, Qiu Luobai asked, looking at the little tiger’s state.

"I want to eat the next meal in advance too."

The little white tiger shook its head, then spoke with hopeful eyes.

"Let’s talk about it after the next meal."

Qiu Luobai responded, unwilling; running several hundred miles isn’t easy for a small Divine Bridge Realm cultivator like him.

If there were animals in the mountains, satisfying this small request would be fine.

But the weirdest thing about this place is that no live creature can be found, so he would have to make another special trip.

No way Qiu Luobai was going again; saving a life, sure, but satisfying a craving—no way.

The little tiger grinned viciously, but made no sound, angrily saying, "Mortal, you don’t respect me, I won’t let you serve me anymore."

"I’ll serve you, deadhead."

Qiu Luobai stiffened, thinking back to how this creature fooled him with its cunning.

Heaven knows he, such a grown man, was brainwashed by a big cat, serving it for half a year, accomplishing nothing, just listening to its empty promises.

After speaking, unexpectedly there was no response for a while.

Qiu Luobai thought it was angry, but turned to find the little white tiger mimicking hunting moves, eyes gleaming.

"Wow! There really is a dead head."

A dead head?

Han Yu and Ye Zhiqiu had just poked their heads out of the ground when they heard someone curse, their faces turning black in unison.