What are you doing, Mr. President? I'm just an extra!

The water mist from the fire sprinkler system has finally been turned off.

Lu Li sat in the puddle, his back against the cold marble pillar, one arm around Su Feiyan who was trembling and wouldn't let go, his mind still buzzing with the system notification.

[God-level five senses harmonization...]

The moment the new skill was activated, it was as if someone had turned the sensitivity knob of his facial features all the way to the bottom in one go.

The lingering fragrance of Huagongsan in the water on the ground, the gunpowder residue on the riot shield of the special police three meters away, and the cold fragrance secreted by Su Feiyan's hair due to fear—all this information flooded his senses with unprecedented clarity, almost overwhelming him on the spot.

Lu Li took a deep breath and instinctively tried to suppress the torrent of energy, barely managing to adapt.

Good grief, the signal jumped from 2G to 5G, almost causing my computer to crash and crash.

Su Feiyan finally loosened her arms around his neck and took a half step back.

She glanced down at the hem of her haute couture dress, now stained with dirty water and dust, her expression blank. She simply wiped the last drop of moisture from her eyelashes with her fingertips, her voice regaining its usual cold, hard tone befitting a female CEO:

"Get up. Don't sit on the ground, it's dirty."

He complained, but the hand he reached out gripped tightly.

Lu Li used the support to stand up, but his knees were so sore that he almost knelt back down.

Not far away, medical staff had already pushed the stretcher to Ji Hanyue's side.

The sect leader leaned against the load-bearing wall, his long, white sleeves soaked with sewage and the blood he had coughed up, his face almost transparently white.

Bai Xiaolu squatted beside him, clutching a large hammer in one hand and carefully tugging at her master's sleeve with the other. Her eyes were brimming with tears, and she had half a braised lamb leg in her mouth. She mumbled indistinctly, "Master, lie down quickly! If you lie down, you can eat!"

Ji Hanyue ignored her, her pale purple eyes lingering on Lu Li for a moment through the chaotic crowd.

Then she closed her eyes and let the medical staff lift her onto a stretcher and push her into the temporary medical room at the back of the venue.

After directing the special police to complete the final clearing and sealing off of the area, Yang Ningbing glanced at Lu Li through the cordon, said nothing, and turned to walk with Liu Qingyu toward the command vehicle.

Further away, Shen Weilan was stopped outside the cordon by the bodyguards arranged by Lao Zhou. She was clutching Lu Li's thermos cup, her eyes were red and swollen, and her lips were marked with teeth.

Gu Qingcheng leaned on her agent, Sister Tang's, shoulder, took off her sunglasses to reveal her red eyes, and only let out a long sigh of relief when she saw Lu Li standing up.

The signs of an impending battle were already in the air, but no one had time to argue right now.

Because Ji Hanyue's life is more important than jealousy and rivalry.

-

At 1:30 PM, at the Linshi Cultural and Art Center.

After a thorough search by the city's special police and bomb disposal experts, the remaining hidden dangers within a two-kilometer radius were eradicated, and all the food ingredients in the kitchen and cold storage that had been tampered with by the assassins were sealed and sent for testing.

Official announcements were issued swiftly, and the venue's security level was raised to the highest level.

On the main stage, Gu Qingcheng's tour rehearsals restarted under the strictest protection.

The music filled the venue, and everything seemed to be back on track.

But Lu Li didn't have time to listen to the songs at all.

Inside the temporary medical room at the back of the venue, the air was filled with a faint smell of disinfectant.

Ji Hanyue sat cross-legged on the single hospital bed, her moon-white wide-sleeved dress stained with a few dried dark red spots.

She closed her eyes tightly, a fine layer of cold sweat beading on her forehead. The extremely cold true energy within her body, which had gone berserk due to the forced release of its suppression, was mixed with the residual poison of the Dissolving Power Powder and was surging wildly in her meridians.

Lu Li stood by the bed, his hands hovering above several acupoints on Ji Hanyue's back.

[God-level Five Senses Harmony] is fully activated, resonating synchronously with [Grandmaster-level Meridian Perception].

In an instant, the world before Lu Li's eyes changed.

Sight, hearing, touch, smell, and even the perception of temperature have been elevated to an incredible dimension.

He could clearly "hear" the sluggish sound of blood flowing through Ji Hanyue's body, "see" the direction of the cold poison that surged like ice knives through the meridians under her skin, and even sense the frequency of the subtle spasms in every muscle caused by the cold stimulation.

Compared to the "blurry X-ray" when using meridian perception alone, it's now more like a holographic projection.

"Sect Master, calm your mind."

Lu Li spoke in a very low voice, his ten fingers like the most precise instruments, cutting into the acupoints on Ji Hanyue's back.

Every press and massage is precisely timed to the point where the cold air flows backward.

The enhanced perception precision provided by the five senses, combined with the 40% efficiency boost from meridian perception, makes the treatment path, which originally required repeated trial and error, crystal clear—which branch of the meridian is blocked, which acupoint has the highest concentration of cold toxins, when to increase force and when to withdraw, all receive millisecond-level feedback.

The acute cold poison reversal that was originally enough to cause Ji Hanyue unbearable pain was gradually stripped away and suppressed under this almost crushing sorting, and finally slowly forced back into the dantian and sealed along the meridians.

Two hours.

When the last trace of the acute, reversed chill was pushed back, Lu Li let out a long breath, withdrew his aching hands, and grabbed a tissue to wipe the sweat from his brow.

Ji Hanyue slowly opened her eyes.

His face, which had been deathly pale, finally regained a sliver of color.

She looked down at the wounds in her meridians that were temporarily sealed, and her pale purple eyes trembled slightly—the acute backflow had stopped, but the deep damage caused by the dissolving powder seeping into the cold meridians was still there, like a dud bomb buried in the foundation, which would still require long-term conditioning after returning to Jianghai.

She turned her head and looked at Lu Li, who was leaning against the wall and gulping down water.

There was no condescending scrutiny, no detached coldness.

Ji Hanyue's eyes became extremely complex at this moment—shock, inquiry, and a hint of tenderness that she herself did not realize.

"Lu Li..." Ji Hanyue's red lips parted slightly, her tone unusually solemn, "This time..."

"Don't thank me, the medical expenses are included in the security budget for the West City project."

Lu Li waved his hand, interrupting her spellcasting animation, then turned and opened the door. "Hurry up and pack your things, Fei Yan is urging us to go back to Jianghai."

Two hours... I feel like I've carried eight hundred cases of bottled water.

[When I get back, I need to get Feiyan to approve three days of paid leave for me, plus Uncle Wang's signature pork kidney soup.]

Upon hearing the voice in her heart, Ji Hanyue's cold, hard lips relaxed slightly, and she whispered something that no one could hear.

Bai Xiaolu peeked through the crack in the door, but the smell of disinfectant made her reluctant to come in. She only poked half her head in: "Meal ticket! Is Master ready yet? I'm hungry!"

-

The trip to the neighboring city ended at 5 p.m.

At the backstage exit of the Grand Theater, Gu Qingcheng, still in her performance costume and wearing a large down jacket, quickly walked up to Lu Li.

The bodyguards and staff around him tactfully stepped back a few paces.

"Are you leaving already?"

Gu Qingcheng looked up, her aloof and beautiful face filled with undisguised longing, her eyes slightly reddening.