Go and capture those thirty-six fierce villains.

That nickname makes you want to buy him some melon seeds.

"You mean Bai Gu, Bai Jiheng?"

Qin Ning's voice was deep, and his brows furrowed.

"He and I have a life-or-death bond at Blood Rain Fortress. I don't like it when you call my friend that."

Through this period of observation, Qin Ning has not yet figured out the reason, but he has confirmed one thing: although his position and strength are lower than the old ghost in front of him, he has nothing to fear.

Therefore, faced with this probing, Qin Ning chose to directly state her position.

Old Gui forced a smile back from his muscular face and gently patted the corner of his mouth.

"It's my fault for being tactless, but you know the situation between the Mo family and Sichenwei. For Hanchan to be on good terms with someone from the Mo family is a small matter, but it could also be a big deal."

Qin Ning picked up a dried sweet potato from the counter and put it in her mouth, chewing slowly.

"I see."

Silence fell over the front hall of the clinic.

Qin Ning didn't speak again until he had finished the dried sweet potato: "The people from [Hundred Birds] dared to attack me. How will the Autumn Bureau handle this?"

Old Ghost patted his bald head, somewhat troubled: "The contact point of [Hundred Birds] in Bei'an was destroyed by Prince Su long ago. If we want to find them, we'll probably have to cast a wide net, if they still have any companions in Bei'an City."

He stood up, turned his head to look out the window, and said, "Qin Hanchan, how about I have two of my best men from home stay by your side? Otherwise, with you doing this every few days, my heart is really..."

Qin Ning waved his hand without hesitation.

Acting alone, he only needs to contend with the machinations of the Gu family and Governor Zhang.

If someone were to follow him, it probably wouldn't be long before he had to cross the Chengchuan River at night and begin his escape journey.

"I will be moving to the Sichen Guard's garrison. If it's convenient, Guimu Ku, could you please set up some measures there?"

Qin Ning had just been pondering this.

Living alone at night is indeed a bit dangerous for a young man like him; it would be better for him to move to the base and work the "night shift."

Wait until the city of Bei'an is bustling during the day before going out to do your own thing.

That way, it's safer, no matter what.

"That's one way. I'll make the arrangements. I'll go ahead and not disturb you and your beloved Qin Hanchan's reunion."

After Old Ghost finished speaking, he pushed open the door and left, leaving Qin Ning, who was still confused, behind.

After a while.

A familiar cherry blossom scent wafted in.

Feng Hanying walked in wearing a light pink dress, her hair casually tied back with a hair ornament, her hair disheveled.

"I was helping my master guard the furnace tonight when I happened to see that pillar of light shooting into the sky. I guessed that something had happened to you. But when I came here, I found that so many armored soldiers had gathered. You were sitting on the ground meditating and didn't seem to be in any trouble, so I didn't show myself for the time being."

As Feng Hanying explained, she walked to the counter and noticed Qin Ning's clothes were soaked in blood. She subconsciously frowned slightly.

"What happened? Was it the Gu family, or Governor Zhang?"

"I don't know, but the assassin is from [Hundred Birds]... Hey, what are you doing?" Qin Ning said, and then he saw Feng Hanying walk over, flick her wrist, and tear off the clothes from his injured shoulder.

"Let me treat your wound!"

A cloud of mist condensed in Feng Hanying's snow-white palm, while her other hand wiped the ink pouch at her waist, revealing a white handkerchief.

"Don't move! I've seen this before when I was on the grasslands!"

Her tone was unusually domineering. She used water mist to wash away the bloodstains on Qin Ning's shoulder, then carefully wiped it with a white handkerchief. She took out a bottle of medicinal powder, flicked her wrist, and applied it to the wound.

"I've already taken healing pills..." Qin Ning protested softly, feeling the other's warm breath.

"This will help it heal faster." Feng Hanying said with heartache, tearing off Qin Ning's tattered and disheveled clothes and thickly wrapping several layers of gauze around the wounds that had been treated with medicine.

After finishing all this, she admired her work and nodded in satisfaction. Only then did she realize that her actions just now seemed a bit too ambiguous.

Two blushes crept onto her snow-white skin, and Qin Ning couldn't help but find it amusing to see her like this.

"What's wrong? Where did that domineering attitude go?"

He chuckled softly, and Feng Hanying subconsciously raised her small, snow-white fist and punched him on the shoulder.

The pain from her wound made Qin Ning gasp, and Feng Hanying rushed forward in a panic.

"I didn't mean to... Are you alright... Hmm."

Qin Ning's angular arms wrapped around Feng Hanying's slender waist, gently pulling her into his embrace.

"I'm sorry I made you worry."

"You, you, you..."

From childhood to adulthood, the closest contact she had with a man was when she punched someone as a child. She felt her whole body burning hot and her ears almost melting.

Within her "thick" chest, her heart pounded violently, each beat clearly reaching her ears.

"Your heart is beating so fast."

Qin Ning ran her fingertips through Feng Hanying's dark hair and gently patted it, trying to soothe her.

"What are you doing?"

Qin Li smelled the familiar scent and came out of the backyard. The first thing she saw was the two people embracing each other. A look of doubt flashed in her yellow and blue eyes, and her tail wagged back and forth.

Upon suddenly hearing an unfamiliar female voice, Feng Hanying instantly broke free from Qin Ning's embrace.

"In a hug."

Qin Ning casually picked up a dried sweet potato from the counter and tossed it to Qin Li, then looked at Feng Hanying, whose chest was heaving in front of her.

"Was I being a bit too forward?"

"Yes...no...no, I don't know..."

Feng Hanying was rambling incoherently when she condensed a ball of water mist in her hand and splashed it directly on her face, which calmed her down a little.

"I have to go back to help Master guard the furnace. You take good care of your injuries, and I'll come to see you later."

After saying that, a yellow light gathered beneath her feet, and she used earth-遁 (earth-遁 is a type of escape technique) to leave the clinic as if fleeing.

"Eh..."

Qin Ning opened his mouth, looked at the empty ground, and shrugged helplessly.

He still had a lot of things to say, and this hug scared the person away.

......

Chang Le Lane in the east of the city.

Feng Hanying emerged from the ground, stood in front of the door, and gently exhaled, the blush on her face fading slightly.

She reached out to push the door open, her fingertips touching the door knocker, when she suddenly remembered what had just happened. She stamped her feet a few times, muttering under her breath, "Honestly, Feng Hanying, what are you afraid of!"

......

The backyard of the clinic.

Qin Ning unfolded the captured magical artifact, a folding fan, and sat quietly on a large piece of gravel, lost in thought.

Forty-five years after the extinction of Taoism, Taoist elements have reappeared in the formations of the Yin-Yang School.

In addition, the laws of the Great Xia Dynasty are strict, with a decree that anyone who discovers this cultivation path must be arrested and hunted down. The current Grand Preceptor of the Great Xia Dynasty is said to be the foremost cultivator of the Yin-Yang School.

He felt he had probably guessed about 50-60% of the reasons for the demise of the Taoist cultivation path.

"Tsk, what kind of grudge could cause such a grudge that a cultivation path has been destroyed for over forty years, yet there are still laws targeting it." Qin Ning closed his folding fan, got up, and walked into the house.

"I wonder if the person who started this hates it so much... or is afraid of something."