Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms: Sunflower Lord

After several days of clearing things out, a summary-oriented scenario emerged.

After a brief moment of relaxation, the atmosphere in the front hall of the Night Patrol Division became subtle again due to Wang Chongshan's next words.

"The threat of the blood corpse has been temporarily averted, and you all deserve credit. Especially..." Wang Chongshan turned his gaze to Ji Ruchang, who was standing at the back of the crowd, his face still pale from his injuries, "The newly appointed Night Patrolman, Ji Ruchang, faced the danger without fear. With his Qi Refining Level 4 cultivation, he used a magical weapon to directly injure the blood corpse, forcing it to retreat. This created a crucial opportunity for the subsequent cleanup, forcing it to flee or disappear. This merit deserves to be recorded."

All eyes in the hall fell on Ji Ruchang.

There was admiration, envy, and mixed feelings.

Ji Ruchang quickly bowed: "Your subordinate is terrified! It is all thanks to the garrison commander's overall plan, the deputy garrison commander's skillful command, and the colleagues' desperate struggle. I was just lucky to be able to swing a sword, and I dare not take credit." He adopted an extremely humble posture and spoke earnestly.

Wang Chongshan nodded slightly, seemingly approving of Ji Ruchang's humility, but only briefly.

He abruptly changed the subject, his tone returning to its previous seriousness:

"However, this scoundrel is fierce, stubborn, and cunning. Although he has retreated temporarily, he may very well return."

If he doesn't die, once his injuries heal, he will likely become even more vengeful and vicious.

His gaze swept over every face in the hall, and finally seemed to fall unintentionally on Ji Ruchang: "Especially those who have hurt it, they may become its primary targets for revenge."

You must not relax your vigilance because of temporary peace; you must diligently cultivate, improve your skills, and strengthen the city's defenses in preparation for any unforeseen events.

These words were like a bucket of ice water, extinguishing the slight flame of relief that had just risen in everyone's hearts.

Yes, the monster is only "possibly dead" or "temporarily gone," not completely destroyed.

Even the patrolman's words suggested that the monster left the county town after being injured.

Its terrifying growth rate and cruel methods have long been deeply ingrained in people's minds.

What if it really didn't die, and it recovers in the future...

Many people's eyes were once again focused on Ji Ruchang, but this time, the meaning behind it was quite different.

Sympathy? Pity? Relief? Or perhaps a subtle...distancing?

After all, if the blood zombie really returns to take revenge, the first to be targeted is most likely this "meritorious" newcomer.

Nobody wants to be implicated or targeted by such terrifying evil creatures.

Ji Ruchang perfectly conveyed a sense of "fear" and "heaviness".

His face seemed paler, his lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes revealed worry and unease about the future. His body was also slightly tense.

The actor perfectly portrayed the reaction of a young cultivator who suddenly learns that he may be targeted by a powerful enemy.

Seeing this, Shen Lian spoke up at the opportune moment: "What Inspector Wang said is absolutely right."

However, when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it.

We, the Qinglan Night Patrol Division, are of one mind and will never let any colleague face danger alone.

Ji Ruchang, you don't need to worry too much. Just focus on healing your injuries and improving your cultivation.

Only by becoming strong ourselves can we face any challenge without fear.

It's as if they've forgotten that Ji Ruchang's team was used as bait without prior notice!

"Yes! I understand! Thank you, Lord Garrison Commander, and thank you, Inspector Wang, for your guidance!" Ji Ruchang bowed again, his voice carrying a hint of "firmness" and "gratitude".

This statement not only appeased Ji Ruchang (at least on the surface) but also demonstrated the Night Patrol Division's stance to others.

Wang Chongshan stayed in Qinglan County for two more days, during which he provided guidance on some defense arrangements, checked the night patrol records, and after confirming that there were no new major threats, he left with his entourage.

After the inspector left, Qinglan County seemed to have truly returned to its former order.

During the day, the streets were still sparsely populated, and most of the goods sold were daily necessities, but at least there was some life in them.

The county government also issued some notices to reassure the people, claiming that a master had been invited to exorcise evil spirits, and that the people could feel a little more at ease at night.

However, the real change occurs at night.

Once night falls, the entire county town quickly falls into a deathly silence.

Every household kept their doors tightly shut, and not only were the windows bolted shut, but many families also piled heavy objects behind their doors and pasted brand-new, crudely painted yellow talismans on their windowsills.

Oil lamps and candles, which were once occasionally lit, have now almost disappeared.

Apart from a few government offices, night patrol campfires, and a few ever-burning lanterns in front of wealthy households, the entire county town was almost completely dark.

The people huddled in their dark homes, holding their breath and listening intently to every unusual sound outside.

The child's cries were tightly covered by the adults, and even coughs were suppressed to the lowest level.

This silence is not tranquility, but rather an extreme sense of oppression and fear.

Although the shadow of the blood zombies has been "removed" at the official level, the terrifying mark it left behind has been deeply engraved in the hearts of every survivor.

In the preceding months, several night patrolmen died, but among the ordinary residents of the county town, hundreds died!

The night watchman's task thus becomes somewhat "strange".

The streets were eerily empty at night; apart from their own footsteps and breathing, almost no other living things could be heard.

The patrol was more like walking through a vast, sleeping graveyard.

When they occasionally run into colleagues, they merely nod briefly, exchange a wary glance, and then quickly part ways.

With the help of elixirs and her own recuperation, Ji Ruchang's body quickly recovered.

His broken bones were mended, his internal injuries were healed, and because he had experienced a life-or-death battle and absorbed a small amount of the sun's essence, his true essence became more refined, and he faintly touched the threshold of the middle stage of the fourth level of Qi Refining.

He began to participate in patrols again, but he was mostly assigned relatively safe, well-defined routes, and often "easy" missions involving multiple people.

This is both to protect him from the possibility of being targeted by the blood zombies (or to isolate him from the risk), and also because his "merits" and "potential" in the last incident deserve some consideration.

Ji Ruchang readily accepted this, and even appeared somewhat "eager to prove himself" and "diligent in his practice".

When carrying out missions, he was more focused and vigilant than ever before, observing every detail meticulously.

During his rest time, he spends most of his time in his small courtyard, staying indoors.

His colleagues all knew that this new, unlucky young man (who had gotten involved with a blood zombie) was working very hard and was desperately trying to improve his strength in order to protect himself.

That makes perfect sense, doesn't it?

Anyone who knew they were being targeted by such a terrifying monster would be restless and wish they could make one day last two.

No one knew that after Ji Ruchang closed the door, besides her regular cultivation of the "Longevity Manual" and practice of the Blazing Blade Technique and Fireball Technique, she spent most of her time carefully and little by little using her precious reserves of Sun Essence.

He dared not use too much of his 6.3 units of daily essence at once, fearing it might cause unnecessary physical anomalies (such as a sudden surge in cultivation level).

He only uses 0.3 to 0.5 units per day, combined with the light of the Golden Sunflower (he can now faintly draw upon a trace of purifying power in the real world through a contract to assist his cultivation), making his efficiency far exceed that of ordinary meditation.

His cultivation level is quietly increasing at a stable rate that far exceeds that of his peers.

Several more days passed.

The county town maintained its eerie nighttime silence, but no more attacks by evil spirits occurred.

The blood corpse seemed to have truly vanished.

The tense atmosphere within the Night Patrol Division gradually faded away with each passing day of calm.

People began to believe that perhaps the monster had really died from its injuries in some desolate wilderness, or perhaps it had really fled to another place and dared not return.

The "special attention" given to Ji Ruchang gradually diminished over time.

After all, everyone has their own tasks and pressures, and it's impossible to keep an eye on one person all the time.

Ji Ruchang carried out several night patrols, and all of them were uneventful.

His teamwork with his teammates became increasingly seamless. Although he still didn't talk much, his composure and decisiveness at crucial moments (based on his previous experience) gradually earned him more trust from his teammates.

That night, after finishing her patrol mission, Ji Ruchang returned her waist tag, said a brief goodbye to her colleagues, and returned to her quiet little courtyard.

Close the gate and bolt it.

He did not light the lamp immediately, but stood quietly in the courtyard, looked up at the hazy moonlight obscured by thin clouds, and listened attentively.

In the distance, the faint sound of a night watchman's clapper could be heard, and further away, night birds flew by; apart from that, all was silent.

After confirming that no one was watching, Ji Ruchang went into the main room and closed the door.

He neither practiced cultivation nor rested.

Instead, he walked to the bedside, sat cross-legged, and placed the Flaming Blade horizontally in front of his knees.

He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.

After many days of lying low, performing, and waiting, it has finally come to an end.

The anticipation in my heart surged like a tide, almost bursting out of my chest.

"It's time," he muttered to himself.

My mind sank into my sea of ​​consciousness without any hindrance, communicating with that gray mist that represented infinite possibilities and opportunities.

The next moment, his figure quietly disappeared from the bed.

In the northwest corner of the courtyard, at the bottom of the dry well, a warm and steady pale golden light emanates.

At the edge of the well platform, a dusty, antique-style storage bag lay quietly, waiting for its owner.