I was banned by the Revitalization event.

Compared to the gruesome claw marks below, the finger-length gash above seemed insignificant, as if it had been cut with a knife.

Such a miracle.

The two plainclothes police officers standing nearby were stunned and dared not say a word.

And after doing all of this.

The young man in his twenties stood up, took a breath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

“I examined the wounds, and they were indeed inflicted by a cultivator. The other party’s cultivation level is at least at the mid-stage of the Taixu Realm, and they have cultivated a profound claw technique, at least to the level of mastery. I suggest you stop investigating and hand over the video to me. The Jiang family will handle the rest. This kind of old monster cannot be dealt with by firearms. I need to trouble the Jiang family patriarch to come out of seclusion.”

"What does 'Tai Xu' mean?"

One of the policemen paused, then couldn't help but ask, looking at the basketball hoop.

China is home to many hermit families.

Occasionally, when encountering tricky cases involving crimes involving superpowers, the police will cooperate with local families, and the largest reclusive family in Xianning is the Jiang family.

Although that world is incredibly far removed from ordinary people.

But extraordinary power.

Which ordinary person wouldn't be fascinated and want to know more about the secrets and inside stories?

When asked sensitive questions.

The young man put away his notebook, not annoyed at all, but just smiled and patted the dust off his hands.

"Tai Xu is the highest realm of cultivators... Have you ever read fantasy novels? Dou Di corresponds to Tai Xu. There are no more than twenty such ancestor-level figures in the whole world, and each of them is an old monster who has lived for nearly a hundred years. This is probably an old guy from some clan who came to Xian Ning and sent a notification signal to the Jiang family."

The two police officers nodded repeatedly, their expressions of admiration revealing their deep awe.

That's amazing.

Even sending a signal is such a grand gesture.

Chapter 8 I won't let you have ice cream

After inspecting the scene, the two police officers led the young man to the monitoring room to retrieve the surveillance footage.

Coincidentally.

The westernmost basketball court is right in the surveillance camera's field of view.

The three fast-forwarded to the time of the incident and saw Qin Luo walk over nonchalantly, start punching as if nothing had happened, rest for a while as if nothing had happened, then casually twisted the basketball hoop in half, and then ran away as if he was afraid someone would come looking for money from him, showing no trace of the demeanor of a master.

The air seemed to freeze slightly.

For a moment, the monitoring room fell into a deathly silence.

"You cultivators are all quite young, huh? You're over a hundred years old but look like high school students, you don't look old at all."

The plainclothes policeman chuckled, breaking the awkward silence.

I always feel...

This young man is completely unrelated to words like "old monster" or "reclusive powerhouse."

He was even wearing fake Nikes.

The checkmarks are all facing the wrong direction.

"Mr. Jiang, the rest is up to you. We can't interfere with the cultivators' affairs, but this basketball hoop..."

Another officer pointed to the video.

A subtle hint.

Since the park has called the police, someone has to pay for the basketball hoop.

"I'll pay for it on his behalf. Please leave, both of you."

The young man spoke calmly, skillfully concealing his inner astonishment. He remained composed, standing with his hands behind his back, maintaining his image as a reclusive master.

As a strong person.

Even in the most serious matters, one must maintain composure.

"Thank you for your help."

The two officers breathed a sigh of relief, exchanged a glance, and happily prepared to go home.

These kinds of cases are really easy to handle.

Just take a quick look around the site, and the case is solved. No need for investigation or wrangling, and you easily get solid results.

After the two police officers sealed the video footage and handled the aftermath.

Young talents gradually left the monitoring room.

Seeing that the police tape had been removed and the police cars had driven away, he finally couldn't maintain his high-class image anymore. His legs went weak, and he quickly found a secluded corner, took out his phone from his pocket, and found his father's number.

Cultivators can live a little longer, perhaps a hundred years or so, but two hundred years is the limit.

As for rejuvenation...

That's utter nonsense.

How could there possibly be a Taixu who is only twenty years old in this world!

The word "Tai Xu" is a symbol of invincibility and the ultimate ideal that cultivators pursue throughout their lives.

The Jiang family patriarch could use his spiritual power to lift a small car.

He caught the bullet with his bare hands.

The terrifying strength to lift several tons with bare hands, which actually appeared in a twenty-year-old, is terrifying to even contemplate.

The call was connected.

The young man gripped his phone tightly, his body trembling.

"Dad, something terrible has happened..."

"Jiang Zhe, how have I taught you? You need to be mindful of your manners and composure when you speak and act. What kind of behavior is this, all flustered and unruly?" The middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the phone was strong and resonant, both kind and stern.

"I'm sorry, Dad." Jiang Zhe choked and apologized softly.

"Tell me what happened," the middle-aged man said calmly, his tone returning to its usual kindness.

"it is good."

Given the urgency of the situation, Jiang Zhe quickly organized his thoughts and used the most concise summary to explain the situation to his father.

"Xianning has produced a twenty-year-old cultivator at the Taixu Realm..."

thump.

He heard the sound of something falling over.

……

Unaware that he had become a reclusive master, a genius youth, and the reincarnation of a great power, Qin Luo was paying his bill at the restaurant's cashier.

Three dishes.

The total was 355, and they rounded it down to zero.

Looking at his dwindling WeChat balance, Qin Luo felt it was time to put making money on his agenda.

In this era.

There are countless ways for monks to make money.

Just thinking about it.

The simplest way is to help people resolve disputes, teach religious students, or, to be safer, use your spiritual energy to cultivate a few spiritual plants and sell them as rare and precious materials. Even a cultivation manual from later generations can be taken out, disguised as an ancient relic, and sold for an incredible price.

Just an ordinary person.

Qin Luo didn't know the current situation of those cultivators hiding in the shadows, so to be on the safe side, he didn't want to make any big moves.

After all.

There is still too little information available.

He knew virtually nothing about the world before the spiritual revival.

The ranking system Qin Luo is currently using is the new official standard that will be uniformly formulated by the government two years from now. He doesn't even know the rules for classifying these hermit families now, and he's completely in the dark.

If only we had one intelligence channel...

There's no rush.

When they passed by Chaoyang Square, Qin Luo accompanied his sister to watch the fountain show for a while, bought two candied hawthorns to eat, and then strolled home.

……

That afternoon, Qin Luo didn't go out to cultivate anymore. Instead, he stayed at home and spent the whole day watching TV with his younger sister.

Humans are a vile animal.

Only after losing something once will you understand the importance of cherishing it.

The weather had warmed up in March. After returning home, Qin Shi changed into a soft white nightgown, revealing her long legs. She didn't wear shoes and just ran around on the floor wearing only lace stockings.

Qin Luo lay on the sofa, comfortably reading a book.

I also visit my younger sister occasionally.

Fourteen or fifteen years old is the age when a little girl is transforming into a young woman, and cuteness is transitioning into sweetness.

With her soft, fair face, her ponytail bouncing, her slender, long legs, and her breasts beginning to develop a certain size, Qin Shi was now an exceptionally beautiful young woman.

How he views his sister.

It's like a farmer looking at the little cabbage he's raised with great difficulty.

The cabbage is ripe.

The pigs might arrive anytime soon.

Gently touching his chin, Qin Luo also began to show a bit of the worry of an old father.

Speaking of which...