This mess didn't really need the young healer to say much.

Chu Xingchen could see it too; the blood qi quickly attached itself to the young healer's spiritual energy and began to entwine and attack her.

This energy might not be much to Chu Xingchen, but it was indeed troublesome for the young healer at the Qi Refining stage.

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At this moment, her expression was solemn, and her small hand, lightly pressing on an acupoint, was trembling slightly.

Seeing that the young healer was struggling, Chu Xingchen reached out and gently took hold of her arm, carefully controlling his spiritual power output.

He tried to conceal his own cultivation level, adjusting the spiritual power output to around the early Foundation Establishment stage.

Lowering one's cultivation level can sometimes save a lot of trouble.

With Chu Xingchen's help, the blood qi was eventually resolved by the young healer.

The young healer's face was already sweating, and she looked relieved. She gratefully looked at Chu Xingchen:

"Thank you, without you, I would have been in trouble."

"No need to thank me, but I'm afraid these silver needles won't be easy to remove." Chu Xingchen said with a hint of guilt, "My cultivation level is insufficient, I'm afraid I can't pull out all the silver needles."

The young healer glanced at Chu Xingchen more than once, initially thinking he was just good-looking, but unexpectedly, his cultivation was quite impressive, at least at the Foundation Establishment stage.

In Yuzhou City, a Foundation Establishment level is already a mainstay, even the squad leaders of the Demon Capture Bureau are at this level.

However, the young healer didn't think much of it, after all, this person did save someone, and he did lend a hand at a critical moment.

As for solving the case, the specifics weren't something she, as a young healer, should worry about.

Once the child is healed and wakes up, everything will become clear.

"Never mind." The young healer shook her little head and said, "Even if you could, I can't, it's too much effort. I'll take him back and treat him slowly. Thank you, if you have time, go to the Demon Suppression Bureau to claim your reward, just mention my name, I'm Anian."

After giving her instructions, Anian gave Chu Xingchen a friendly smile.

"Alright, Miss Anian." Chu Xingchen slightly cupped his hands.

Hearing Chu Xingchen call her "Miss," Anian's smile widened. After all, people who meet her for the first time usually treat her like a child, the best they call her is "little sister."

"You've got a bright future ahead, thanks a lot this time."

"No need, since there's nothing else, I'll be off now, Miss Anian, you carry on."

"Alright, you go ahead."

With her permission, Chu Xingchen slightly cupped his hands and then turned to leave without hesitation.

The chair wasn't worth much, so he left it for the Demon Suppression Bureau. As for the fishing rod, Chu Xingchen was too lazy to carry it around, so he just hid it at the fishing spot.

This time was alright, not too much trouble.

At least he gained some favor with the Demon Suppression Bureau, which might come in handy if they cause trouble in the future.

Not a loss.

"What are you two waiting for? Waiting for this child to breathe his last? Hurry up and help take him to the Demon Suppression Bureau!"

Behind him, Anian's voice commanding the two guards reached his ears.

Say what you will, this Miss Anian does have her own personality.

But Chu Xingchen didn't want to get involved anymore.

It was just that this kid was caught by him while fishing... this really is a fateful encounter.

After turning a few streets, Chu Xingchen arrived at his rented house.

He pushed open the door.

In the courtyard, Li Yingling was playing with a small wooden sword in her hand, casually swinging and slashing.

However, Chu Xingchen was familiar with Li Yingling's divine ability, and after a couple of glances, he understood that she was secretly contemplating sword intent.

This was quite rare, as usually at this time, Li Yingling would stroll along the river by the gate and then go to the street to buy some strange trinkets.

"Master is back?" Li Yingling glanced sideways, seeing her master return, she put away the small wooden sword in her hand, and after a couple of glances, she noticed that her master didn't have any fish.

"Didn't catch any fish today, Master?"

Chu Xingchen sighed and said, "Didn't catch any fish today, but I did catch a person."

"A person?" Li Yingling was slightly puzzled.

What does it mean to catch a person?

Chu Xingchen briefly recounted today's events to Li Yingling, explaining how he fished a person out of the lake.

"No wonder you're my master, even fishing is extraordinary."

After hearing the story, Li Yingling couldn't help but laugh heartily.

Hearing his disciple's teasing, Chu Xingchen remained calm and said:

"I think it must be that wooden fish bell that hindered me, quickly take it out and burn it to appease my anger."

"Master, didn't you say... a fisherman can catch anything but fish?" Li Yingling laughed, "So catching a person isn't too much, right? What's it got to do with the wooden fish bell?"

Chu Xingchen helplessly said, "Why is it that you don't remember anything else I say, but you remember these witty remarks so clearly?"

"Because Master's witty remarks are always interesting."

Li Yingling replied with a smile, then cleared her throat, blinked lightly, and said:

"By the way, Master, are you free tomorrow?"

"Why? Isn't the Lantern Festival still a few days away? Don't worry, I remember."

"No." Li Yingling took her master's hand and said, "There's a small temple fair before the Lantern Festival, I heard it's very lively, it starts tomorrow night, will you go with me, Master?"

"If you don't go, you can't expect me to go alone, right? Surely Master wouldn't bear to let me go alone?"

Chu Xingchen's expression remained unchanged: "To be honest, I actually wouldn't mind."

"Master~" Li Yingling elongated her tone, acting coquettishly, "You're the best master in the world."

Having spent a long time with Chu Xingchen, after getting familiar with each other, Li Yingling somewhat understood her master.

For his disciples, whether it was herself or Li Xingtian, Master would always instinctively care.

Especially for requests from his disciples that weren't excessive, he generally had little resistance.

Moreover, her master never put on airs, which made it all the more rare.

Anyway, for Li Yingling, her master's favorability was definitely number one at the moment.

Chu Xingchen shook off Li Yingling's hand in disdain, helplessly said:

"Alright, alright... in the future, this sect might as well be run by you."

Seeing her request fulfilled, Li Yingling couldn't hide her smile and decisively pledged her loyalty:

"Yingling will always stand by Master's side! What Master says goes!"

Chu Xingchen remained unfazed, considering that his sect, including himself as the Sect Master, only had three people. If she didn't stand by him, she'd stand by Li Xingtian.

Li Xingtian was a truly obedient disciple, the epitome of being worry-free, and would naturally stand by him.

So, even if Li Yingling didn't stand by him, by the law of substitution, she'd still have to stand by him.

Therefore, Li Yingling's words were meaningless.

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Inside the Demon Suppression Bureau.

Anian looked solemnly at the young man fished out by Chu Xingchen.

This was trouble, real trouble.

The trouble wasn't the young man lying on the bed, still unconscious.

Although his injuries hadn't improved, as long as he was alive and in the Demon Suppression Bureau, Anian was confident she could handle it.

Moreover, the young man's injuries weren't troublesome in Anian's eyes, just required some effort.

The trouble was the small squad leader of the Demon Suppression Bureau standing beside the young man.

Oh dear!

How could this young man be the younger brother of this Demoness?!

"Are you saying he might have all his meridians destroyed, becoming a cripple?!"

Anian looked at the woman in the black uniform of the Demon Suppression Bureau, she was tall, with a short knife at her waist. Anian stood behind her, only able to see her back and her long, smooth black hair, as cold as the Demoness's.

Just looking at her back gave a strong sense of oppression.

"Ahem..." Anian struggled to find the words, "Not... not exactly a cripple... just... just..."