Although it’s slightly inferior to high-grade spiritual pills, the quality is still not bad, plus there’s the advantage of a large quantity, with a bottle containing twenty or thirty pills.
With the thousands of spiritual pills in front of him, along with those hundreds of high-quality talismans, Chen Mo couldn’t possibly use them all himself, even if he armed the Fire Department Constables to the teeth.
"The Demon Suppression Department is really loaded!"
Chen Mo sighed in his heart.
This wool can’t be fully plucked, it’s just endless.
Looking at the pile of documents on the desk, Ling Ningzhi curiously asked, "Mr. Chen, are you busy with official duties today?"
Chen Mo casually answered, "I need to handle a case out of town tomorrow, so I’m organizing some relevant materials about the case."
"Handling a case out of town?"
Ling Ningzhi’s gaze swept over the documents, pausing when she saw the words "Blood Demon."
"Ahem."
Chen Mo cleared his throat and said, "I still have matters to attend to, so I won’t detain the Daoist any longer."
In such a hurry to send someone off?
Ling Ningzhi’s eyebrows slightly furrowed.
Normally, every time they met, Chen Mo would tease her, but today he was unusually honest, and there was a faint sense of distance in his tone.
After he had taken advantage of her, now it seemed as if nothing had happened.
This left her feeling inexplicably wronged and confused.
Suddenly, Ling Ningzhi remembered the "rules" Chen Mo had set for her...
Could it be because she hadn’t paid attention to how she addressed him earlier?
Had she made him angry?
Ling Ningzhi intertwined her slender fingers nervously, confirmed there was no one around, hesitated for a moment, then blushed and murmured, "About last night, isn’t there anything you’d like to say to this humble Daoist? M-master?"
?
Chen Mo was stunned at her words.
Then his expression changed slightly, and his body shook violently.
"Hiss..."
"What’s wrong? Master, are you feeling unwell?"
"..."
Bang.
A muffled sound came from under the table.
Before she could react, a woman dressed in a black martial robe crawled out from under the table.
"General Li?!"
Ling Ningzhi was dumbfounded.
Chen Mo’s soul power was strong, and his senses were sharp, so she would deliberately restrain her divine sense in front of him. Coupled with the array’s cover, she hadn’t even noticed anyone else under the table...
"General Li, what were you just doing...?"
Li Yuan wiped the corner of her mouth and said calmly, "I dropped something, just picking it up."
Ling Ningzhi was puzzled at this, "I’ve been here for a while too, what kind of thing takes so long to pick up?"
"Soybeans, they’re a hassle to pick one by one."
"Where are the beans?"
"I ate them."
"..."
Ling Ningzhi felt something was off.
Wait, if General Li was under the table just now, wouldn’t she have heard her call Chen Mo "master"?!
Thinking of this, her cheeks instantly turned bright red, and she stammered, "I-I have nothing else, I’ll take my leave now."
With that, she turned and left the courtroom in a hurry.
Li Yuan appeared calm, but her ears were already crimson, and she glanced at Chen Mo quietly, "The chief disciple of Tianshu Pavilion, the most potential Daoist in Jiu Zhou, actually calls you master... Mr. Chen, you’re really quite capable."
Chen Mo’s mouth twitched, smiling as he said, "What, is General Li jealous?"
Li Yuan shook her head, with a stern face said, "I have no status or rank, just Mr. Chen’s plaything, where is there any right to be jealous..."
Chen Mo found it amusing; the usually straightforward Little Tiger had also learned to be sarcastic?
Pah——
He raised his hand and gave a slap, creating ripples.
"You’re obviously my treasure, not a plaything. How dare you speak irresponsibly..."
"Hmm~"
Li Yuan let out a light hum, mist filled her eyes, but she couldn’t keep up the act any longer.
"My Lord..."
"What’s the matter?"
"Come inside the room with me..."
...
...
North Market Street, Purple Locust Lane.
The mansion was located at the end of the alley, the walls covered in moss, the green tiles shaded by lush locust trees, creating a serene and quiet environment.
Inside the bedroom, sunlight was split into interwoven patches of light and shadow by the window lattices, Yu Hongyin stood in front of a full-length bronze mirror, gazing at the reflection in the mirror.
Her figure wasn’t particularly tall, but the proportions were astonishingly good, a light pink gauze wrapped around her undulating contours, a waist as slender and supple as a snake, the abundant parts like peaches, with sleek, straight legs and anklets adorned with silver bells, adding an extra touch of charm to her.
"Although that guy is quite annoying, I have to admit, the clothes he designed are quite beautiful."
"It’s just that there’s not enough fabric..."
A glow flashed, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already inside the Heavenly Martial Arena.
There were still no scattered duties, and there were only a few figures on the Martial Arts Practice Square. An old man was sweeping the ground with a broom made of sorghum, his hair was white, his back was hunched, and his gray tunic had patches.
As Chen Mo passed by the old man, he paused and cupped his hands, "Thanks to your reminder last time, I haven’t had the chance to formally thank you."
On the day of the Heavenly Element Martial Examination, he had lost track of time during his practice, and if it weren’t for the old man’s reminder, he would have almost missed it...
If he had really missed the martial examination, the Busty Empress surely wouldn’t have let him off.
The old man didn’t lift his head and blandly said, "What is destined to be, will be. Even without my reminder, you would still have made it in time... Move aside."
Chen Mo stepped back two steps.
Clearly, the stone tile was spotlessly clean, yet the old man meticulously continued to sweep.
"Thank you, old man."
Chen Mo cupped his hands again and turned to enter the building.
Swish, swish—
As the old man swept, a pair of black court boots appeared in his view.
"Move aside."
The boots didn’t move an inch.
Looking up, a figure in a blue satin robe came into view, Eunuch Jin standing with his hands behind his back, smiling, "Long time no see, Li He."
The old man remained expressionless, turned, and left, muttering, "What a nuisance..."
"..."
Eunuch Jin’s eyelid twitched, saying, "Her Majesty the Empress sent me."
The old man stopped in his tracks and asked, "For what?"
"To kill."
"How many?"
"Not sure, at least a few thousand..."
Before Eunuch Jin finished speaking, the old man flickered over, his murky eyes suddenly brimming with excitement, "Are you serious? Lying to people about such things deserves punishment without an end!"
"..."
"Oh, I forgot, you are already a dead eunuch..."
Eunuch Jin’s forehead veins bulged, gritting his teeth, "Eunuch is eunuch, what do you mean by ’dead eunuch’? Can’t you show some respect for my profession? Moreover, don’t you already know why I ended up like this?"
Zhong Lihe patted his shoulder and sighed, "Brother, you’ve suffered."
Eunuch Jin’s face just started to soften when he saw Zhong Lihe coming close, flaring his nostrils as if sniffing something.
Eunuch Jin asked in confusion, "What are you sniffing?"
Zhong Lihe replied, "I heard that post-castration might cause leaks, I’m just checking if you have that smell."
Eunuch Jin: "@#%&*!"

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