Kang Zhenchang is the dical cultivator that Big Head was inquiring about, currently the one with hope of saving He Jiaqing.
He Jiaqing still had a considerable amount of life left borrowed from Zhang Gunli, so there was no imdiate danger to his life these days. After contemplating for a mont, he replied to Zhu Junlong: "Let’s wait a bit longer, the timing isn’t right yet."
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"Then when do you think the timing will be right?" Da Boyins looked coldly at Xiao Zhenggong. The glow of the setting sun stread through the windows, casting light on the floor, and amidst the interplay of shadows, occasional spider threads could be seen swaying back and forth.
Xiao Zhenggong appeared calm, but his heart was racing.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t afraid. Da Boyins could hang him on the spider web at any mont, drain his flesh and blood, and dry him at the door.
Da Boyins was very angry. He had acquired special potions through so old acquaintances to help Xiao Zhenggong restore his third layer of cultivation.
He paid a lot of money and used his connections for this, but Xiao Zhenggong thought the third layer wasn’t enough and simply dismissed Da Boyins with: "The timing isn’t right."
When would the timing be right? Everyone understood. Da Boyins used to be a fifth-layer body cultivator and had been diligent in his cultivation over the years. He had also gone to the Inner State to cultivate, so his cultivation level was surely at the sixth layer, if not higher.
Xiao Zhenggong’s plan was to wait until his cultivation restored to the seventh layer before revealing the secrets of the boundary, as only under such conditions would the initiative be in his own hands.
But Da Boyins didn’t see it that way. He didn’t have the resources to restore Xiao Zhenggong’s cultivation to the seventh layer, and even if he did, he wouldn’t do so.
Xiao Zhenggong was certain of one thing: as long as he didn’t reveal the secrets of the boundary, Da Boyins would not kill him. He bit onto a cigarette and continued flipping through the notebook: "There are so things I just can’t recall, even if you force ."
A fold on Da Boyins’s forehead split open.
Six eyes erged from the fold, staring at Xiao Zhenggong.
Xiao Zhenggong pretended he didn’t see them, but his heart trembled slightly. He knew Da Boyins was a body cultivator, a Spider Man, but seeing him with eight eyes made his previous confidence and composure rapidly dissolve.
Da Boyins asked: "Have you forgotten your own surna?"
Xiao Zhenggong chuckled and said: "My surna is Xiao, do you need to remind of that?"
"Say it again?"
"My surna is Xiao!"
"Say it again!"
"I..." Xiao Zhenggong suddenly stuttered.
Da Boyins raised his voice: "I’ll ask you again, do you know your surna?"
"I, I," Xiao Zhenggong said with difficulty, "My surna is Yu."
"What is your na?"
Xiao Zhenggong continued: "My na is Yu Dacheng."
"Whose person are you?"
"I am from Iron Sheep Mountain."
"Who is your head of the family?"
"My head of the family used to be..."
"Don’t talk about the past, just talk about now."
"The head of the family now is Lu Xiaolan."
Da Boyins nodded: "Do you listen to the head of the family?"
"Yes."
"Do you listen to ?"
"Yes," Xiao Zhenggong replied earnestly.
"Good, obedient is good." The six eyes retreated beneath the skin, and Da Boyins’s forehead fold closed as well.
The dazed Xiao Zhenggong suddenly beca alert again. He looked up at Da Boyins: "What did you just ask ?"
Da Boyins smiled: "Nothing much, just reminiscing with you, we could say we’re old friends."
"Old friends..." Xiao Zhenggong tried hard to recall the past with Da Boyins. In his mory, the two seed not to have much interaction before.
Da Boyins asked gently: "Sect Leader Xiao, have you recalled the secrets of the boundary?"
Xiao Zhenggong quickly shook his head, then bowed his head: "No, not that quickly."
Da Boyins laughed: "Then rember quickly."
Xiao Zhenggong flipped through the notebook, his eyes wandering slightly.
He would continue to delay, with the thods and maneuvers unchanged. This blatant cunning was a hallmark trait of Xiao Zhenggong.
Only now, Xiao Zhenggong was less courageous, the inferiority and cowardice within his soul still under Da Boyins’s control.
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Li Banfeng obtained the grease from the Phonograph Shop and returned to Yuezhou.
This material was indeed precious, and there wasn’t much left in stock at the Phonograph Shop. The Projector calculated the amount and said to Li Banfeng: "To walk through every floor of the Dark Star Bureau Building, this amount of grease is still insufficient, but if you only go to a few floors, it shouldn’t be too much of a problem."
Li Banfeng disliked procrastination, and he imdiately took action that night.
He first checked the duty roster; the person on duty was Crabapple Fruit.
Li Banfeng had heard from Dumpling that Crabapple Fruit was a friend of Preserved Fruit, a Fourth Layer Dark Energy User, with the profession of Sleep Inducer, corresponding to the Taoist Sect of Sleep Cultivators.
Crabapple Fruit was slightly older than Dumpling, about the sa age as Preserved Fruit, considered young in the Dark Star Bureau, but a veteran mber in the Public Security Team. With such a person on duty, could Li Banfeng’s task go smoothly?
Very smoothly.
At 11 o’clock at night, Li Banfeng swiftly glanced at the door of the duty room; Crabapple Fruit was already asleep.
The cultivation thod of a Sleep Cultivator is to sleep, using sleep to infect and control the surroundings.
Crabapple Fruit could control her sleep ti, she could choose not to sleep during her duty, but because she was a veteran, slacking off during work was a basic skill exemplified by veterans. Just like she was now sitting behind the desk, appearing to flip through docunts, but in reality, she had been sound asleep for over an hour.
Li Banfeng, with the Projector in tow, reached the corridor outside the stairwell. A few minutes later, the Projector responded: "Seventh Guide, go to the eleventh floor first. Each stairwell contains my kind, taking fewer paths can save a lot of grease."
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