……
“Then what about my big brother…?”
Qiu Tianrang stood up and patted off the trash that had stuck to his clothes.
He let out a long breath. “I’ll talk to your big brother about it, but don’t get your hopes up. Your big brother can’t beat him—this, I can say with absolute certainty.”
“No way, my big brother is that strong, isn’t he—”
“Say, say, say, what’s there to say? No matter how strong your big brother is, he still can’t one-shot !!!”
Cao Yuan’s words were cut off.
Then what now?
Had Lu Ding already set his sights on him?
And Lu Ding was still an Enforcer in Bao Fan District, with a long way to go before his reassignnt.
The thought of having to work under Lu Ding’s watchful eyes from now on made Cao Yuan’s heart tighten.
No, this won’t do!!
He looked up at Qiu Tianrang, wanting to say sothing, but at that mont, Qiu Tianrang was already on the phone.
Wangjiang City, Feilu Lake National Wetland Park.
Dozens of 749 Formal Investigators were surrounding and attacking the remnants of the Wine God Sect.
The Wine God Sect—a small, obscure sect, as the na suggested—a bunch of drunkards, using the excuse of unrestrained freedom to act outside the law, blurring the line between good and evil.
They called it "living freely." But when they drank too much, there was nothing they wouldn’t do. For the sake of good liquor, they would go to any lengths—anything could be soaked in wine, including humans!
No one knew where they had obtained the formula for making liquor out of human flesh. Using secret techniques combined with various dicinal ingredients, they would fernt human bodies, draining their blood at the right ti to extract liquor.
They even claid it was "aromatic and smooth, with a lingering aftertaste."
For such a cult, the only fate awaiting them was annihilation.
And so, the 749 Bureau had dispatched dozens of Formal Investigators and over a hundred Intern Investigators.
Orders ca directly from above—a Si Ming Realm powerhouse was leading the team. The Wine God Sect had to be completely wiped out before the Ghost Festival, to prevent these scumbags from taking advantage of the chaos and endangering ordinary lives.
Wen Yuquan and Yin Feng were also among the team.
So was Cao Yuan’s older brother, Cao Zi’ang.
A Tiger-Headed Hook slashed a throat, taking the life of a Wine God Sect mber. Cao Zi’ang flicked his weapon, reached into his bag, and pulled out his phone.
"Didn’t I tell you I’m on a mission? Why are you calling ?"
From the other end, Qiu Tianrang imdiately shouted: “You screwed over!”
Cao Zi’ang was confused. “Didn’t you go find Xiaoyuan? How did I screw you over?”
“Let ask you—what realm did you say Lu Ding was in?”
Hearing Qiu Tianrang’s question, Cao Zi’ang answered without hesitation: “Zhaoxuan Realm. But he should have the combat power of an average Linghai Realm cultivator. What, is sothing wrong?”
“You’re asking ?! I should be asking you! Since when could a Zhaoxuan Realm cultivator one-shot ? Since when could soone with the combat power of an average Linghai Realm cultivator one-shot ?!”
Qiu Tianrang was fired up, and Cao Zi’ang fell silent.
One-shot…
Zhaoxuan Realm…
No matter how he heard it, sothing felt off.
He even hesitated before asking, “Are you saying Lu Ding one-shot you?”
“Saying it out loud makes feel embarrassed myself. To be precise, he told in advance that he was going to attack, even showed where I should lie down, then one-shot . And I struck first! He still countered with perfect timing!”
Cao Zi’ang felt like he was listening to so fairy tale.
Since when did Zhaoxuan Realm cultivators have such terrifying combat power?
He ran through Lu Ding’s intelligence data in his mind over and over again before speaking: “There’s only one possibility—he got close to you before you could draw your sword and took you down with his physical strength alone.”
“How do you know?”
Qiu Tianrang was shocked—Cao Zi’ang wasn’t even there, so how did he know all this so clearly?
Cao Zi’ang shook his head in exasperation.
“I’ve told you so many tis—we are modern people. Brain first, hands second. Lu Ding’s records and feats don’t require special research; you can find them easily on our Bureau’s website.”
“He cultivates the Flying Bear Visualization Technique—he must have comprehended so profound physical cultivation techniques, which is why his body is ridiculously strong. Even in the Zhaoxuan Realm, he was able to kill Yuan Baifeng from the Tianli Cult, who was famous for his physical prowess.”
“Fighting him with raw strength? You’d never have the advantage. The fact that he could one-shot you is unexpected, but still reasonable. Against soone like him, you should have kept your distance, used spells for feints, relied on sword techniques for support, and dodged his Slash Attacks. The key to killing him isn’t in spells—it’s in mindset.”
Cao Zi’ang explained logically. Qiu Tianrang listened—it made sense, but he still felt awful.
What’s the point of this post-mortem analysis?
Why didn’t he say this before the fight?
And besides, it’s not like he didn’t know a thing or two about Lu Ding.
“Didn’t that old man Huang from the Collapsed Zone also reach the Linghai Realm and specialize in spells? So tell , how did Lu Ding kill him?”
Hearing this, Cao Zi’ang instantly felt that Qiu Tianrang was an idiot.
“You just said it yourself—he specialized in spells, which ans his physical body was a weakness. If Lu Ding got close, of course he wouldn’t be able to win. And Lu Ding isn’t completely lacking in ranged attacks either. His flaw is that he hasn’t cultivated for long enough and hasn’t had much ti to train in other spell techniques. You have to attack his weak points. Even a lion uses full strength when hunting a rabbit. You just underestimated him.”
They were all prideful n. Friends were friends. Feelings were feelings.
Qiu Tianrang had stepped in to help, got beaten up, and now was getting lectured instead of thanked.
Who the hell would put up with that?
“F*** you, Cao Zi’ang! F*** you!!!”
“Yeah, yeah, I underestimated him. You’re amazing, you’re a genius, why don’t you go settle the score with Lu Ding yourself? I’m done with this—goodbye!!”
The call ended with a busy tone.
Cao Zi’ang looked at his phone and said to the person next to him: “See? He’s losing his temper again.”
“Brother Tianrang is still as hot-tempered as ever. Just treat him to a drink when we get back.”
The person who spoke had a warm smile, making others feel at ease.
At first glance, he seed gentle and refined. But the more you looked, the more striking his features beca.
The constant smile, the slightly curved eyes, the dimples on his cheeks—it all gave him a unique charm.
This man was Wen Ruchu, known as the Gentle Immortal Official, who had made a na for himself just like Lu Ding—as an Intern Investigator.
“But speaking of Lu Ding… Brother Zi’ang, what are you planning to do? You’re colleagues, so don’t make it too ugly.”
Cao Zi’ang put his phone away. “You’re right. But as a senior, I need to teach him about respect. Physical cultivation is nothing but a minor path.”
Physical cultivation? Everyone trained their bodies.
But Cao Zi’ang had no idea—his physical strength and Lu Ding’s weren’t even on the sa level.
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