Who gave you permission to refine demons like this?

Song Family Medical Clinic.

Song Jincong removed the silver needles and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Alright, you're fine now."

"I'll give you some medicine later. Take good care of yourself for a few days and be careful not to get angry."

Lin Sheng finished dressing and thanked him, saying, "Thank you so much, Uncle Song. It's so late, thank you for your help."

I'll bring you the money for the medicine in a few days.

"Oh, that's too formal. There's no need for any money. Nephew, why bother with such formalities?"

In the end, Lin Sheng still refused his senior brother's offer. It wasn't that he didn't believe in the effectiveness of his senior brother's technique; it was that he didn't believe in himself.

What if things go wrong? Right now, the most important thing is to get through immigration.

The silver needles were carefully put away, and the servants then took them to be sterilized and stored.

Song Jincong took a sip of tea, looked at Lin Sheng, and said, "Nephew, are you now working for the government?"

"It's just a temporary post as a supervisor at the Taoyuan post station; it doesn't count as a real job."

"It's good to be a serf leader. Many of the documents for the imperial court are recorded by serf leaders of all ranks, which is very important."

After exchanging pleasantries, Song Jincong finally asked the question that had been weighing on his mind.

"Nephew, that... tonight... could it be you...?"

Song Jincong wanted to ask but dared not, and was careful with his words.

Lin Sheng waved his hand: "Uncle Song, this isn't a secret, I'll just tell you directly..."

After recounting what had happened again, Song Jincong's eyes were filled with lingering fear.

If it weren't for the delay in receiving the medicinal herbs, he would have stumbled upon their battle tonight.

How could an ordinary person like him participate in a battle between two cultivators? A mere graze would result in injury, and a direct hit would mean death.

"Uncle Song, there's no need to worry about things that haven't happened yet. What the medical books say is that excessive worry damages the spleen and stomach."

"Absolutely, absolutely."

Song Jincong looked at Lin Sheng, and the man opposite him was significantly different from before.

Now that his body is stronger and he has grown taller, his appearance has also become more refined thanks to the nourishment of his blood and energy.

Some of the thoughts I had suppressed before have resurfaced.

But before he could speak, Lin Sheng said, "Uncle Song, have the likes of Nine Blades and Flying Swallow caused you any trouble recently?"

"No, business is as usual. Another batch of medicinal herbs will be arriving at the clinic soon."

Then he sighed and said, "I really shouldn't have let you go to Liuyun Pavilion. Now we've made enemies with almost all the martial arts schools here."

Wouldn't everything we do in the future be hindered?

Lin Sheng knew that Song Jincong was unaware of the facts, so he explained, "Uncle Song, you're mistaken. Liuyun Hall is the strongest among all these martial arts halls."

"My master is even more dominant than the heads of several other dojos. Although he is not prominent now, Liuyun Dojo will surely become famous in the future."

"Then I'll offer my congratulations in advance to my nephew."

Song Jincong had limited knowledge of cultivators, only believing that truly powerful beings should be renowned and influential.

However, thinking about what Lin Sheng did today, he felt that Liuyun Hall might really be able to do the same in the future. After all, being able to offend several dojos at the same time also shows its strength from another perspective.

Seeing that it was almost time, Lin Sheng also planned to leave, but Song Jincong pulled him back and forced him to move back into the room he had originally stayed in.

Looking at the familiar space, the excitement and anticipation of that time were still vivid in my mind. Who could have imagined that just two months ago I was still a mortal, and now I have the qualifications to become a cultivator.

The next day, Lin Sheng bid farewell to Song Jincong and went to Taoyuan Camp.

Today's work was still plentiful, and the cultivators in the camp were even busier. Some were suppressing demons, while others were moving materials. The six of them were extremely busy.

In his busyness, Lin Sheng failed to control his aura, and thus sensed the strength of the six people.

"One is of pure blood, and the other is as close to pure blood as I am."

"The other four will need some more time to enter the country."

He then went to his room, where thick stacks of documents were piled up by the door.

"Let's get to work."

Lin Sheng picked up his things, sat down, and started working with maximum efficiency.

He still had to go to his master's house today, so he needed to finish his work. Although he could leave it for tomorrow, he didn't like doing so.

He controlled his inner energy, wielded his brush to write characters, and stopped after a while.

He picked it up and looked at it. Perhaps because of Wu Rang's reminder, he realized that some of the words he hadn't thought were anything special were indeed quite unpleasant to look at.

"Looks like I really need to practice my handwriting."

Lin Sheng noted this thought down and started working again. After eating and resting as usual, he resumed his work.

With his previous experience, Lin Sheng was much faster this time, completing all the records in just a quarter past 1:30 PM.

After delivering these items to their designated locations, he left the camp and headed to Su Ren's residence.

Just in case, he went to check the place where the battle had taken place the night before. Apart from black blood and broken ground, there were no corpses, and the area had been surrounded by constables.

After confirming that everything was correct, he went to his master's place instead.

After knocking, the official opened the door.

"Master Lin, you've arrived."

"Master Su is in the side room looking at the things that Master Cao sent."

"Okay, take me to see it."

The official led Lin Sheng through the courtyard and into a side room.

Pushing open the door, Lin Sheng saw the pale, naked corpse of the Corpse Man lying on a smooth, rectangular, thick stone platform.

Su Ren stared at it, thinking.

"master."

"Xiao Sheng is here."

"Yes, what is Master thinking about?"

"Did you kill this body?"

"Yes, I killed him with my ultimate sword."

"If it's Jue Dao, how could its vitality have dissipated so severely, with its meridians atrophying everywhere?"

Lin Sheng felt his heart skip a beat in that instant.

"Tell me the details, just tell me you killed the person who attacked you."

"Yes."

Lin Sheng told the story for the third time, but this time he emphasized the strangeness of the corpse and explained the state of being distracted during the several changes.

Su Ren's brows relaxed after hearing this: "That's right. It seems that you forced him into a corner, causing him to continuously increase the intensity of his zombification, which ultimately led to his being corroded by the zombification energy."

"After examining this person's meridians and bone structure, I roughly determined that he was practicing some kind of corpse-refining technique, which allows him to both create corpses and transform himself into a walking corpse state."

"Won't this kind of cultivation technique cause people to completely degenerate into walking corpses?" Lin Sheng asked.

"If it's a complete cultivation technique from a sect or dojo, the probability is relatively small, and there would be corresponding life-sustaining or life-restoring techniques, but according to what you've said..."

This person's cultivation method may be incomplete, which may cause loss of consciousness and black blood, so he needs to absorb the flesh and blood of corpses to replenish his vitality.

Even if one reaches the Pure Blood Realm, their condition will be unstable, and they will not possess the corresponding strength of that realm.

"These kinds of exercises all involve life and death, and elevate death towards life."

While preserving vitality, it transforms the two states of life and death.

This person had more than enough to die, but not enough to live. So, in battle, he forcibly boosted his own strength at the cost of his own life force, ultimately exhausting himself and dying.

Lin Sheng then had a timely moment of realization: "So that's how it is."

He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. The matter of the Cave Mystic Furnace was his biggest secret, and thankfully he was able to keep it a secret.

"Since this person's cultivation technique is incomplete, it must not have come from a Taoist temple or sect. It should be that he obtained the inheritance by chance and was commissioned by someone to disguise himself and assassinate you."

Su Ren looked at Lin Sheng: "Do you have any clue about the employer behind this person?"

Lin Sheng thought it over and considered each point.

He said seriously, "The most likely candidates are the Jin Tang and Fei Yan families, with Jiu Dao being a secondary possibility."

"I still remember them fighting us fiercely, even betting their medicine, all for a nominal post as a garrison commander."

"Looking back now, it's really strange."