Chapter 29: Legendary Magical Artifact, "Full-Body Inspection" from the Policewoman
"System, open the store."
Zhang Xuanyao waved his hand with a wealthy air.
The previous Golden-grade draw had given him the Five Thunders thod, a powerful weapon that gave him the confidence to go head-to-head with evil cultivators.
Now, holding over three million in funds, his gaze naturally skipped over the low-level draws and looked toward the higher tier.
【Platinum-grade Draw】
【Cost: 2,000,000 shock value/ti】
Two million for one go.
It was practically robbery.
But as Zhang Xuanyao looked at that button radiating a noble platinum light, he felt as if a cat's claws were scratching at his heart.
The gambler's ntality was at work.
If a Golden-grade draw could produce the Five Thunders thod, what would a Platinum-grade draw produce?
Immortal Ascension?
Dao?
Eternal life?
"Gamble a bit, turn a bicycle into a motorcycle."
Zhang Xuanyao gritted his teeth and went all in.
"System, start the Platinum-grade draw!"
Hum!
In his Sea of Consciousness, that massive roulette wheel appeared once again.
This ti, the wheel was no longer flashing with golden light; instead, it had a translucent, jade-like texture, engraved with intricate cloud patterns, exuding an ancient and vast aura.
The pointer began to spin.
It moved so fast it left an afterimage.
Zhang Xuanyao held his breath, staring intensely at the roulette wheel.
Two million!
If this drew a bottle of safflower oil or Yunnan Baiyao, he would definitely tear this broken System apart and flush it down the toilet on the spot.
"Stop! Stop! Stop for Daoist master!"
The pointer slowly decelerated.
It passed a grid depicting 【Nine-Turn Golden Core】.
It passed a grid inscribed with 【Shrink the Earth into an Inch】.
Zhang Xuanyao's heart was in his throat.
Finally, the pointer stopped on a grid glowing with a cyan light.
【Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining an Ancient Magical Artifact — kongqing feather branch (Damaged)!】
【Quality: Legendary (Gold)】
【kongqing feather branch: Taken from the Undying Tree atop Kunlun Mountain, it does not sink in water, nor does it burn in fire.】
【Effect: Cleanses the Divine Soul, purifies filth, and breaks illusions. It can neutralize all poisons, break through bewildernt, and suppress the Heart Demon.】
【Note: This item is a broken branch; its effects are damaged and require Karma to nourish and repair.】
The light dissipated.
Zhang Xuanyao felt a weight in his hand.
He looked down.
There was a palm-length tree branch in his palm.
It was erald green throughout, crystal clear, as if carved from the highest-quality Imperial Green Jade.
The branch had three leaves, shaped like feathers, with clearly visible veins, and faint flowing light coursing through them.
A cool sensation crept from his palm into his ridians, instantly spreading throughout his body.
His mind, which had been sowhat agitated due to excitent, instantly cald down under this coolness, becoming as still as an ancient well.
"Good stuff!"
Zhang Xuanyao's eyes lit up.
Although it was a damaged item, the effect was simply superb.
With this kongqing feather branch, it was equivalent to carrying an air purifier with him.
Whether it was corpse poison, Gu, or those ssy illusions, they were all useless in front of this thing.
"Two million, worth it!"
Zhang Xuanyao played with it affectionately for a while, then carefully tucked it into the wide sleeve of his Daoist robe.
Although this robe was bought from Pinduoduo, he had sewn a hidden pocket in the sleeve specifically for hiding private money and Magical Artifacts.
The sound of water in the bathroom continued.
Su Qingge seed to be enjoying this rare mont of relaxation.
Listening to the splashing water, Zhang Xuanyao couldn't help but let certain inappropriate images surface in his mind.
"Imasurable Daoist Master, form is emptiness."
He hurriedly recited a Heart-Clearing Mantra and reached out to touch the kongqing feather branch in his sleeve.
A wave of coldness struck, and the heat in his heart instantly dissipated.
"Can this thing also be used as a sedative?"
Zhang Xuanyao smiled bitterly.
If he stayed any longer, he was afraid he would make a mistake again.
Although Su Qingge was a top-tier Cauldron, doing that kind of thing too often was harmful to one's health; one had to pace oneself.
"Go out for so air."
Zhang Xuanyao rolled off the bed.
He put on those disposable slippers and pushed open the hospital room door to walk out.
It was already late at night.
The hospital corridor was quiet, with only the buzzing sound of the pale fluorescent lights.
The air was filled with a faint sll of disinfectant.
The young nurse at the duty station was dozing off at her desk, her head bobbing up and down as if pecking at rice.
Zhang Xuanyao walked with his hands behind his back, taking wide strides like an old cadre inspecting his territory.
When passing a hospital room, a few suppressed coughs ca from inside.
Zhang Xuanyao didn't stop.
He was a Daoist, not a doctor.
Life, aging, sickness, and death had their own natural order; he couldn't manage it, nor did he want to.
He only wanted to manage his own little plot of land, earn so money, and keep Qingfeng Temple.
He walked to the vending machine at the end of the corridor.
Zhang Xuanyao felt his pockets.
Empty.
He had co out in such a hurry that he forgot his phone and didn't take any cash.
"Tsk, a penny can stump a hero."
He stared at the can of iced cola in the glass cabinet and swallowed his saliva.
Just then, a burst of hurried footsteps ca from the stairwell.
Zhang Xuanyao turned his head subconsciously.
He saw a tall figure walking over quickly.
She wasn't wearing her signature dark blue police uniform but a simple white T-shirt with tight jeans on her lower body.
Those legs.
Straight, slender.
The jeans tightly hugged the lines of her legs, outlining their stunning proportions to the fullest.
She wore white sneakers on her feet, walking with a breeze.
Her hair was tied in a casual ponytail that swung behind her head with her steps.
Without the restraint of the uniform, she lost so of her authority but gained a bit of youth and vitality.
Zhang Xuanyao was stunned.
Who is this?
Looks a bit familiar.
The other party clearly also saw Zhang Xuanyao standing in front of the vending machine in a daze.
Her steps stopped abruptly.
A trace of astonishnt flashed across that face, which was bare-faced yet still breathtakingly beautiful.
Imdiately after, the astonishnt turned into ecstasy, and then instantly transford into deep worry.
"Zhang Xuanyao?!"
An exclamation.
The person rushed over in a few steps, bringing a fragrant breeze.
It wasn't the scent of expensive perfu, but the fresh fragrance of mint laundry detergent.
Zhang Xuanyao finally recognized her.
Isn't this the captain of the Criminal Investigation Team, Qin Bingruo?
"Officer Qin?"
Zhang Xuanyao raised his eyebrows, his gaze sweeping over her body before finally resting on her cheeks, which were slightly flushed from running.
"In the middle of the night, dressed like this at the hospital, are you trying to do a uniform temptation... oh no, casual wear temptation?"
Qin Bingruo didn't pay any attention to his teasing.
She rushed in front of Zhang Xuanyao and grabbed his arms with both hands.
The strength was frighteningly large.
Zhang Xuanyao felt like his bones were about to be crushed by her.
"Why are you here?!"
Qin Bingruo's voice trembled slightly, and those usually cold eyes were filled with anxiety at this mont.
She looked Zhang Xuanyao up and down.
Hospital gown.
Slippers.
Although his complexion was ruddy, his eyes revealed a hint of fatigue.
"Are you injured? Where are you hurt? Is it serious?"
Qin Bingruo threw out a series of questions like a machine gun.
Her hands were fumbling all over him, seemingly wanting to check for wounds.
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Zhang Xuanyao hurriedly took a step back, protecting his chest.
"Officer Qin, n and won should not touch hands when giving or receiving."
"In public, if you touch like this and my fans see it, this Daoist's innocence will be ruined."
Qin Bingruo's movents stiffened.
She only then realized how excessive her reaction had been just now.
Two clouds of red flew onto her cheeks instantly.
She abruptly pulled back her hands and awkwardly smoothed the stray hair by her ear.
"I... that's professional habit! Checking the wounded!"
Qin Bingruo explained forcibly, but her voice was clearly lacking confidence.
"Fine, fine, fine, professional habit."
Zhang Xuanyao leaned against the vending machine, looking at her with a half-smile.
"Then your professional habit is quite special, specializing in touching chest muscles?"
Qin Bingruo glared at him.
This glare didn't have much lethality; instead, it was filled with a coquettish charm.
"Quit the glib talk!"
She took a deep breath, trying to calm her heartbeat.
"I watched the live stream."
"That Director Liu Changqing... has been arrested."
ntioning Director Liu Changqing, Qin Bingruo's expression beca complex.
That was her direct superior and also a mountain that had always been pressing down on her.
If it weren't for Zhang Xuanyao, so accumulated cases might never have been solved, and those victims might never have been able to clear their nas.
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