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"Director Qi, rest assured. I understand. Leave it to me!"

Yi Youzi nodded with complete confidence, then turned to the Patrol Officer nearby. "Benefactor Liu, sorry for the trouble, but go find something connected to that man—some object he used, or bring over a piece of the wall bearing his palm print."

"You—"

This Patrol Officer Liu had never gotten along well with Yi Youzi. Naturally, he was furious at being ordered around like a servant. But Director Han was watching from the side, so no matter how angry he was, there was nothing he could do. In the end, he could only obediently run out to haul over a piece of stone.

"Here~"

Patrol Officer Liu brought over a stone, along with the long strip of cloth Gu Sheng had just used to strangle Zheng Shaotian.

"This…"

After looking at the strip of cloth, Yi Youzi felt inexplicably flustered. He glanced at the stone as well, and sweat involuntarily beaded on his forehead. He had a feeling that disaster was about to strike. But several high-ranking leaders were watching, including a senior official from another department like Director Qi. If he fumbled at a time like this, Director Han would never let him off.

He shook his head and wiped away the sweat on his brow before preparing his "ritual implements." In truth, genuine ritual implements were not so easy to obtain. The bells, peachwood swords, and such were merely props he used to bluff people in his daily life. He circled the two objects, walking the Steps of Yu and forming hand seals as he chanted, "Boundless Heavenly Worthy! By urgent command of the law…"

As Yi Youzi shouted the incantation, he activated his cultivation technique. His meager magical power rapidly dissipated like water leaking away. Borrowing the faint traces on the palm print, he seemed to see a figure. Just as he was about to make out the figure’s face, it suddenly opened its mouth and roared, "Where did this rat come from? Get lost~~~"

"Get lost~~~

Get lost~~~

Get lost~~~"

A furious roar like the ringing of a great bell reverberated through the room. Caught completely off guard, everyone hurriedly covered their ears and ducked down, curling up protectively.

"Pfft~~"

Yi Youzi, who had been forming hand seals and walking the Steps of Yu, suddenly froze. When the word "get lost" rang out, he opened his mouth and spewed out a great cloud of blood mist, his entire body flying backward.

"Bang~"

Yi Youzi slammed heavily into the wall, then bounced onto the floor and continued to bounce several more times. It was easy to imagine how tremendous the force behind that attack had been.

At the same time, inside a hotel in Hangcheng, Gu Sheng had just finished showering and changed into a bathrobe, preparing to rest. His brow furrowed, and he abruptly turned around and shouted, "Get lost!"

He had sensed someone spying on him. An Innate expert’s divine sense might not be as useful in auxiliary applications as that of a cultivator, but with their keen instincts and powerful physical strength, they would not fear even a cultivator of the same level in a real fight.

Martial artists only suffered against cultivators in the early stages, when it came to long-range attacks. Once they reached the Innate stage, everyone possessed ranged skills, and Innate True Essence could be controlled as easily as one’s own fingers and was even more condensed. In a direct clash, neither side would be intimidated. Apart from having fewer varied methods than cultivators, martial artists were not inferior in other respects.

Cultivators did indeed possess many methods, though. For instance, using divine sense to remotely search for and spy on others was something a martial artist could only accomplish after reaching the Void Realm and achieving Spirit Merge with Heaven and Earth.

But Gu Sheng was no ordinary martial artist. He was not only a master of Internal Fist and an Innate martial artist, but also a cultivator—a cultivator personally taught by the Great Sorcerer Yue Qiluo. Naturally, he had no shortage of varied methods.

"I bear the true talisman, command the myriad spirits. Ascend through the three realms and depart for the Imperial City. By urgent command of the law!"

Gu Sheng formed hand seals and recited the incantation. As he spoke, a hazy red light flew from his right hand and transformed into a blurry figure. It sped toward Zhenglin Manor. That was Zheng Ruihua’s soul essence.

After killing the Zheng Family members, he had taken their soul essences as a precaution against anyone using them to trace the matter back to him. He had planned to release them on the seventh day after their deaths and let them fend for themselves. He had not expected that action to come in handy here.

"Daoist Yiyouzi!"

Yi Youzi had been seriously injured. Director Han and the other Patrol officers hurried over to help him up. Yi Youzi was a treasured figure of the Hangcheng Patrol, and his divination skills had solved countless difficult problems.

Coughing blood, Yi Youzi said, "A great terror! This is an indescribable person. His strength surpasses this old Daoist’s by who knows how much. A single roar from across the air seriously injured me and destroyed the medium. Such strength is truly astonishing. But there should not be anyone like this in reality!"

As he spoke, Yi Youzi looked at the medium on the floor, his brows drawing together into a deep furrow. The strip of cloth and the stone had both shattered into pieces. They looked as though they had endured decades or even centuries of wind and sun, long since decayed and ruined.

Hmph! The system really is more reliable!

Strictly speaking, the power Gu Sheng had just used already exceeded the Lord God’s permitted limits. Yet he had used it without receiving any warning. That was the assistance of the Great Reincarnation System.

He now possessed two cheats: the Lord God Space increased his strength, while the Great Reincarnation System supported and unlocked that strength. Being an invincible existence among the Reincarnators in the real world was simply too satisfying.

"Daoist Yiyouzi, are you saying that this is also a cultivator?"

Director Han’s expression became extremely grave. Someone who could seriously injure Yi Youzi from across the air—Hangcheng actually had such a terrifying figure.

"This old Daoist—Bang!"

Yi Youzi had just begun to speak when the room’s door was suddenly kicked open. A figure with vacant eyes and a crimson mark on his forehead kicked his way inside. Behind him lay a group of Criminal Inspector officers, sprawled on the floor and moaning in pain.

"Zheng Shaohua? Wasn’t he dead?!"

Le Erya was frightened. She covered her mouth and hid behind Lin Qinghe.

"Controlling a soul from across the air and driving a corpse—my sect’s founding patriarch, Patriarch Yipin, never possessed such cultivation. Just what kind of person is this?!"

Yi Youzi’s forehead was drenched in sweat. His body and fingertips felt icy, and his heart pounded wildly.

"You dared to spy on me with magic. You’ve got quite the nerve!"

Zheng Shaohua spoke. His hoarse voice sounded chillingly sinister. His vacant eyes fixed on Yi Youzi. "Do you know what mistake you made?"

"Senior, please forgive me! This humble one, Yi Youzi, should never have offended your heavenly countenance!"

Yi Youzi knelt without hesitation. He kowtowed three times and nine times with such earnestness that he had never even shown such seriousness while burning incense to his own patriarch. His life was in the other man’s hands, dependent on a single thought. How could he afford not to be sincere?

"You want me to forgive you?"

The hoarse voice rang out again. At such a distance, Gu Sheng naturally could not sense everything happening at Zhenglin Manor through magic. But this world was not one where magic ruled all—technology was the true national strategy, alright?!

Miss Liu Daimei had originally come over to warm his bed, but now she was wearing a bathrobe and operating a computer, connecting to Lin Qinghe’s phone and initiating a remote call. As for when she had planted the necessary tricks—did he really expect it to have happened while he was helping Miss Lin Qinghe practice her splits? After realizing that Lin Qinghe was an Ability User, how could he possibly have failed to leave something on her?

If Le Erya had not awakened so suddenly, leaving him no time to continue playing around, he had also planned to set up a similar method for her. Whenever he had time, he could monitor the two young ladies’ daily lives and see whether he could uncover any little secrets.