"Change places, my ass."

Quan Xiaotong cursed as he held the letter sent from the Guardian Bureau of the State Prefecture.

The letter was meant for Che Dapao, but he nonchalantly handed it over to Quan Xiaotong.

At this moment, Che Dapao chuckled, "Who told me that my Guardian Bureau doesn’t even have a place to incarcerate people?"

The letter from Lai Mingcheng briefly described the situation and then instructed the people in the building to come fetch the individuals.

Han Yu’s so-called unfriendly approach was indeed unfriendly; he beat up both opposing parties, leaving them bruised and swollen, now waiting in the State Prefecture for others to pick them up.

"If you can’t figure it out with your brain, why not let higher-ups help you solve it?"

This is what Han Yu told Lai Mingcheng after dealing with both sides simultaneously.

When Che Dapao first read the letter, he had a headache, and then tried to pass the trouble to Quan Xiaotong.

Quan Xiaotong was similarly helpless after reading the letter; Han Yu seemed to be addicted to sending problematic people his way lately.

First, there was one named Qiu Luobai, who often clung to Gao Feng. Now, another Realm of Transcendence demoness was being sent over along with a strange old Taoist.

Che Dapao shook his head and laughed, "This time it was really people under me who asked for help."

"These two were indeed too much for Lai Mingcheng to handle in the State Prefecture."

Quan Xiaotong felt frustrated; he already had enough on his plate and now he had to deal with this mess too.

"One is in the Realm of Transcendence, the other could fight someone in that realm any moment. You’ll have to take them in."

After Che Dapao spoke, Quan Xiaotong immediately snorted coldly, a constant sarcastic laugh on his face, "You really dare, neither of them is anything good, are you sure you can handle them?"

"Why not let these two fight it out?"

Che Dapao’s expression turned strange, unable to hold back his laughter, "Lai Mingcheng said neither could break the other’s moves."

Whoever strikes first would be at a disadvantage, so neither wished to go first.

"Anyway, it is what it is, Ling Wuce has already gone to fetch them."

Che Dapao played the rogue, but Quan Xiaotong could only comply.

"By the way, did Lai Mingcheng mention where Han Yu is headed next?" Quan Xiaotong thought for a moment and suddenly asked.

"Looking for him? Why not have Lai Mingcheng pass the message?" Che Dapao chuckled.

"Looking for him, my ass, I just want to see where he’s heading, just to be prepared mentally. This guy is so erratic, I’m worried he’ll conjure up another Soul Splitter."

Quan Xiaotong spoke unhappily.

"I doubt it."

Che Dapao shook his head with a laugh.

...

"Why doubt it?"

The Artifact Spirit stood arrogantly, hands on its hips, causing havoc.

Since leaving the State Prefecture, it had been causing a ruckus because this time, the West River Pill had been used without any feedback.

In fact, it’s not just this time; the feedback from the last time hasn’t arrived yet.

It got extremely annoyed, directly targeting and denouncing Ping.

Besides Ping, neither Han Yu nor the Artifact Spirit could be the ones causing mischief.

"I’m on strike, forget about finding a Qi Fortune Cultivator, even if you do, I won’t give out any Pills. Without me, Ping can’t produce the West River Pill."

The Artifact Spirit spoke angrily.

Han Yu was helpless too; this time, Glass was genuinely upset by Ping. If it were the usual big fuss, it would be fine, but now the situation was genuinely troublesome.

The man and the spirit had been out of the State Prefecture for two days. When Lai Mingcheng informed him that Ling Wuce was coming to pick them up, he simply left.

Firstly, with Ling Wuce there, Han Yu was naturally unnecessary.

Secondly, he was tired of running back and forth, knowing that if he met them again, he would have another round of complaints.

He slipped away for some peace.

But unexpectedly, outside was peaceful; the Sea of Consciousness was not.

Han Yu pondered and guessed, "Could Ping have not utilized it?"

Fifteen years of Qi Fortune one time, ten years the next; no way could Ping have swallowed it without any sign.

The only possibility was that the Qi Fortune had been absorbed by Ping and not utilized yet.

"There’s already twenty-five years of Qi Fortune; it’s time to split the spoils."

The Artifact Spirit was still huffing.

Lately, it’s obvious it’s doing more work. If it were before when power wasn’t in Han Yu’s hands, it would have been its show.

Now not only did it not get the power, but its reasonable income was also gone.

"I’m done with this life."

"Are you sure about that?"

Han Yu teased, "This time, there are two people on the list in the same State Prefecture, meaning two West River Pills this time."

It’s extremely rare for two Qi Fortune Cultivators to appear in one place; this were the first time it happened, quite remarkable indeed.

Moreover, the relationship between these two cultivators was bizarre.

"They’re even fellow disciples; it must be a major sect! Otherwise, how could they take in two Qi Fortune Cultivators?"

"Why not go have a look then..."

"Just saying, I’ll stay outside, not going inside."

The Artifact Spirit made a conflicted face, hesitatingly speaking.

...

"I said I wouldn’t go inside."

After another two days, the Artifact Spirit huffed loudly.

Outside Bailu City, Han Yu saw people coming and going, realizing how bustling it was.

When White Emperor City was intact, there probably weren’t this many people.

Especially the incoming and outgoing cultivators, they were no less than ordinary people.

"You’re really not going in? Then I’m leaving."

Han Yu smiled, pretending to turn and leave.

"Hey! Wait, didn’t you have another pill to deliver; perhaps send it first?"

The Artifact Spirit was extremely conflicted. Deep down, it wanted to go inside; even from outside the city, it could feel two beams of Qi Fortune nearly blinding its eyes.

They were two big catches.

But due to its previous words, it was too embarrassed to admit it, so it used Han Yu’s new pill as an excuse.

"Alright then! I’ll go inside and find a chance to deliver the pill, okay?"

Han Yu couldn’t help but laugh, but he helped it get its way anyhow.

After entering the city, he expected it to be even more prosperous, but to his surprise, the prosperity wasn’t because of Bailu City itself but due to the city having two lodges in its west.

There were two Medical Houses in the west of Bailu City, one called Admonition Hall, the other also called Admonition Hall.

The two Medical Houses faced each other, seemingly in competition.

As Han Yu walked, the cultivators he encountered also discussed the Medical Houses.

"Are you seeking Xiao Yan or Luo Fen?"

"I’m going to find Xiao Yan! His methods are more superior."

"I think Luo Fen is more skilled. Last time Xiao Yan couldn’t cure my ailment, but Luo Fen did."

Reaching the west of the city and seeing the long queue on the street astonished him.

It’s rare to see such a gathering of cultivators and commoners.

Especially with both groups coming to see doctors together.

"Are both of these fellows in the medical field?"

The Artifact Spirit forgot its words, marveling at the scene.

"I’m more curious where so many sickly cultivators came from?"

Han Yu’s expression was odd; given the cultivators’ physique, ordinary ailments wouldn’t affect them, and injuries would be handled by the sect, right?

If worst comes to worst, a pill could fix things too!

As he thought this, two figures squeezed out of Admonition Hall.

"I told you it’s cheaper here, a Healing Pill might not fully work, but if you give one to Xiao Yan, he’ll fix you up nicely."

A cultivator chatted with his friend, smiling as they walked out of Admonition Hall.

"I think it’s more worthwhile with Luo Fen, last time I took different pills, and he still helped heal me."

The friend glanced at the opposite Medical House and spoke.

Han Yu was bewildered, was the trade really this unusual?

Give a pill, and get treated.

What a peculiar transaction.

As he was lost in thought, someone gently tugged at him from behind.