Lai Mingcheng cautiously followed behind, going straight out of the city, watching the other’s unpredictable expression, his heart was in a flurry.

What he didn’t know was that this was just Han Yu’s daily bickering with the Artifact Spirit.

He just thought he had annoyed the other.

But he didn’t dare not follow, thinking at most he would take a few more days of hardship, guessing those people were almost done fighting, by then whatever Han Yu wanted to do, he’d let him.

While Lai Mingcheng was contemplating, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by Han Yu’s voice.

"By the way, what’s the fighting method today?"

As he came back to his senses, Han Yu was looking back at him.

Although Han Yu had been watching for three days, it was all pretty vague to him.

Each time he went there, they were already in the thick of fighting, without a bit of dialogue.

Lai Mingcheng, as the local Guardian, ought to know, so Han Yu couldn’t resist asking him.

This was indeed the right person to ask, as Lai Mingcheng, after pondering a bit, summarized the last three days of fighting.

"This time it’s an eradication campaign led by the Sancai Daoist of the second-tier Sect, Liuyun Sect, in collaboration with the Righteous Sects in Dan Prefecture, intending to eliminate nearby Evil Cultivator Sects."

When Han Yu first came, it was actually already the mid-phase of the sweep, smaller Evil Cultivator Sects were nearly defeated.

That day was just the fourth day after Liuyun Sect cleared smaller Sects and started eradicating larger ones.

And yesterday, during the chaos, Tian Sha Sect, a second-tier Sect entrenched here, was uprooted.

"If I guess correctly today, Sancai Daoist should be targeting Luoying Sect, the last of the larger Evil Path Sects here."

Lai Mingcheng explained slowly.

"Why didn’t you guys participate this time?"

Han Yu was somewhat curious, as Ye Zhiqiu’s side focused on subduing first, suppressing second, while here, the Guardian Mansion was indifferent.

Logically, even if one reports to the Guardian Bureau and the other to the Celestial Secret Tower, the handling methods shouldn’t differ so greatly.

Lai Mingcheng, with a troubled expression, hesitated for a while before speaking, "Let’s just talk about it in private, later I will never admit it."

After some thought, he whispered, "The Righteous Sects in Dan Prefecture here don’t want to give these Evil Cultivators a way out."

...

"Truly, there’s no way out for them."

Within the Inspectorate, Quan Xiaotong sneered endlessly at a fierce tiger.

The tiger rolled its eyes, speaking calmly, "This was actually foreseeable."

On Quan Xiaotong’s desk was a pile of dossiers, all submitted from various State Prefectures.

The world is not short of those with ulterior motives; Evil Cultivators, taking advantage of the chaos, want to carve up the Righteous Path’s "flesh," seeking some benefits.

But the Righteous Path similarly attempts to completely obliterate Evil Cultivator sects, using this opportunity of alliance with the Fifth Tower and Nine Sects, to conduct a plunder.

Though not all State Prefectures are like this, many regions harbor such thoughts.

Gao Feng yawned, opening his massive mouth to make a rumbling sound, and after a moment, he laughed and said, "Ultimately, what kind of battle between righteousness and evil is there? It has long turned into a fight of interests."

In fact, Quan Xiaotong wasn’t angry for the fate of these Evil Cultivators.

Rather, it was because such slaughter made it harder for the Fifth Tower to settle this turmoil swiftly.

Though Evil Cultivators are indeed loathsome, certain Sects claiming to be of the Righteous Path are hardly any cleaner.

"I’ve already issued orders to all State Prefectures; whenever encountering those with ulterior motives, stay in the city, don’t engage, and I’ve informed the Nine Sects as well, the same applies to them."

Gao Feng shook his tiger head, licking his mouth, and said, "Since they want to eat meat, they should have good teeth."

Quan Xiaotong nodded, this could only be the current plan, to stabilize those areas that could be settled first.

Though he might not remember which State Prefectures behaved, those disobedient State Prefectures, he definitely had noted down in a book; come free time, there would be retribution.

He couldn’t help but glance at the figure behind Gao Feng, still clinging to his back without coming down, showing a peculiar expression.

"Why are you still in the form of a tiger today?"

On Gao Feng’s tiger face was a helpless expression, "No choice, today’s zodiac animal is randomly chosen every day."

He didn’t expect to wake up still a tiger, and Qiuluo Bai still hadn’t let him go.

"I told you to communicate with that little fellow inside you, did you? Tell it, I am not its mother."

Gao Feng, displeased, glanced back at Qiuluo Bai accusingly.

Qiuluo Bai looked aggrieved and pitiful.

This hugging was uncomfortable for not only the other party but also himself!

Yet the little tiger insisted on treating the other as its mother, controlling himself not to let go; he too was helpless.

"What do you plan to do with this little fellow?"

Quan Xiaotong scrutinized Qiuluo Bai up and down; from his cultivation level, he indeed reached the Realm of Transcendence.

Han Yu’s pills were terrifying, exchanging fifteen years of Qi fortune for a lifetime of struggle, reaching a realm unattainable before.

"Anyway, he definitely can’t stay here."

Gao Feng huffed and shook his body; the other stuck to him like a louse that he couldn’t shake off, making his head ache terribly.

"How about sending him to the Cultivator Institute! Let Ling Wuce take him."

Gao Feng’s suggestion made Quan Xiaotong’s expression peculiar, a transcendent realm cultivator to mix and learn with a group of little cultivators?

To this, Gao Feng shot a derisive glance at the figure lying motionless on his back, snorting coldly, "His cultivation has advanced, but his core is still that of a little cultivator."

This is likely the latent side effect of the West River Pill; though you skip decades of toil, you also miss out on what could be gained in that journey, be it experience, or insight, or a strong heart...

Quan Xiaotong resonated deeply, having reached similar conclusions earlier as well.

"One must be cautious with pill consumption."

...

"Why are you being so cautious? Afraid I might harm you?"

Han Yu, visibly displeased, placed a hand on the other’s shoulder, the whooshing wind constantly streaming past them.

But being flown by Han Yu, Lai Mingcheng now deeply regretted following Han Yu today.

The conversations were going so well, sharing some confidential matters as a pastime, then you suddenly pull out a terrifying... pill.

Completely unprepared, especially after knowing the pill’s effects, Lai Mingcheng’s face instantly turned pale from fright.

He shook his head like a rattle drum, refusing to even look at that pill again.

He’d rather die than eat it.

"Mr. Han, I really don’t want to die by my own hands, not just feeling wronged, but I might also be recorded in the Inspectorate as a cautionary tale for future generations."

Lai Mingcheng, looking mournful, knew consuming this pill would not only be fatal but extremely embarrassing!

"Is it that exaggerated!"

Han Yu pouted; he didn’t find the pill outrageous. If it weren’t useless to him, he would have already consumed it himself.

This was still a concession given Lai Mingcheng’s patience in explaining the situation to him, or else he wouldn’t have taken it out.

"Really not eating?"

Han Yu decided to give him one more chance to reconsider, but the man was firm, expressing his resolution through action, as Lai Mingcheng covered his mouth tightly.

Truly not recognizing its value, this pill was the least concerning he had held in his hand until now.

Not even fearing it reaching expiry, as he wasn’t worried about its side effects.

The Artifact Spirit couldn’t stand Han Yu’s smugness, rolling its eyes.

"What’s there to be proud of? This pill seems tailor-made for you, yet isn’t it true you can’t consume it?"

"No, not that you can’t consume it, but that you’re not allowed to."

Haha, gloating, cry for me.

Once again, Han Yu’s rare good mood was ruined; this was truly a stab at his heart.

This pill, indeed, seemed perfectly made for him, matching all his strengths perfectly, to the point that even the side effects could greatly reduce when applied to him.

Yet unfortunately, it just didn’t work on him.

"Take a good look; you probably won’t see such a Dream Love Pill again in the future."

Han Yu glanced gloomily toward his Sea of Consciousness, recognizing the Artifact Spirit was indeed right.

Such a pill might never be possible again in the future.

Violence Pill...