Demon Suppressing Division, High Spiritual Aptitude

"Demon Suppressing Division?"

Lu Chuan looked at Chen Qingfeng, his face full of confusion as countless thoughts flashed through his mind. It seemed this guy had another identity as well.

But what kind of organization was this Demon Suppressing Division?

What did it have to do with Demonic Martial Artists?

Countless thoughts ran through Lu Chuan's mind, but his foundations were ultimately too shallow. He was completely in the dark about many things, unable to grasp even the edge of them.

"Lu Chuan, this Demonic Martial Artist... was the Hall Master of the Fierce Tiger Gang, Liu Bao. How did you two end up clashing?"

Chen Qingfeng asked in a deep voice.

"Because he kidnapped my younger sister!" Lu Chuan answered directly without hiding anything.

After all, this information was basically out in the open. Anyone could find it with a simple investigation, so there was no point trying to conceal it.

"He kidnapped your sister?"

Chen Qingfeng frowned slightly and looked at Lu Wangshu in Lu Chuan's arms. His pupils suddenly contracted as he carefully examined her.

After a long while, he said in a deep voice, "Such high spiritual aptitude. So that's how it is..."

"Spiritual aptitude?"

Lu Chuan looked at Chen Qingfeng and asked in a deep voice, "What spiritual aptitude? Are you talking about my sister?"

"This isn't the place to talk. Go back first!"

Chen Qingfeng shook his head without answering Lu Chuan's question. Instead, he took out a snow-white pill the size of a mung bean and handed it to Lu Chuan. "Dissolve this in water when you get back and give it to your sister. She'll naturally wake up in an hour, so there's no need to worry."

Lu Chuan froze for a moment, not expecting Chen Qingfeng to give him a pill.

After only a brief hesitation, Lu Chuan still accepted it and said in a deep voice, "Thank you..."

He did not mention money. His knowledge might be lacking, but he was not stupid.

Something like this could not be measured in money.

He would consider it a favor owed to Chen Qingfeng. Still, he believed that he would have an opportunity to repay it in the future.

Lu Chuan did not hesitate any longer. Carrying Lu Wangshu, he rushed out of the Villa.

Though he still had countless doubts in his heart, he knew this was not the time to question Chen Qingfeng. There would be plenty of chances later.

Chen Qingfeng remained where he was. Only after Lu Chuan had left the Villa Manor did he withdraw his gaze and mutter to himself, "That Demonic Martial Artist kidnapped Lu Chuan's sister. It was obviously for a sacrifice.

"With such high spiritual aptitude, it was no wonder she had been targeted.

"That kid Lu Chuan will have trouble in the future. With a sister whose spiritual aptitude is so high, who knew how many demons and monsters would set their sights on her..."

"Hmm!"

Suddenly, Chen Qingfeng's eyes narrowed. A sharp edge swept out from his pupils as he looked toward a section of wall on the other side of the Villa.

On the distant wall, a figure had appeared soundlessly.

It was an Old Man dressed in black, his body as straight as a Long Spear as he looked toward Chen Qingfeng.

"I was wondering who it was. So it's Senior He..."

Looking at the newcomer, Chen Qingfeng immediately chuckled. "Senior He, your reaction speed is truly fast. You actually sensed what happened here even from the Inner City and rushed over."

This Old Man was none other than He Mingkong, the Hall Master of Kunlun Martial Arts School, who had rushed over from the Inner City.

"You were much faster than me."

He Mingkong smiled lightly at Chen Qingfeng. "Kid from the Chen Family, I never expected you to be from the Demon Suppressing Division.

"I was wondering how the Chen Family could raise a dragon like you..."

"You flatter me, Senior. I'm no dragon, nor do I wish to become one." Chen Qingfeng smiled lightly. "What do you think about this matter?"

"What do I think? I look at it with my eyes, of course. Could it be that you look with your toes instead?" He Mingkong chuckled.

The moment he said that, Chen Qingfeng felt like cursing his mother.

Damn it, this Old fellow. The moment he was asked something important, he immediately started playing dumb and muddling through.

Knowing he could not get any information from He Mingkong, Chen Qingfeng said in a deep voice, "No matter what, I hope Senior can keep today's matter confidential."

"What, is your Demon Suppressing Division planning to interfere in this matter?" He Mingkong smiled lightly.

"Of course... Since it involves a Demonic Martial Artist, my Demon Suppressing Division naturally has to intervene."

Chen Qingfeng smiled. "I don't mind telling you, Senior. This Demonic Martial Artist's identity is far from ordinary. He should be closely connected to an Evil Cult organization called the Spirit Snake Cult that has risen to prominence recently.

"The Spirit Snake Cult has developed rapidly over the years. Their primary targets are Base Cities on the third and fourth tiers, because information in those places is backward and oversight has major loopholes. They are the best places for the cult to slip through cracks.

"I suspect Fengle City has already been infiltrated by the Spirit Snake Cult.

"This time, I'm planning to make a big move. When the time comes, I may need Senior's assistance."

"The Demon Suppressing Division is a crouching tiger, hidden dragon. Why would you need this old man to act?" He Mingkong chuckled.

"But don't worry. Though this old man's eyes are dim with age, his mouth is still tight. I won't reveal a single word about what happened today..."

The moment his words fell, He Mingkong flashed away. He had already leaped down from the wall and vanished without a trace.

What no one noticed was that he had not returned to the Inner City.

Instead, he headed Straight towards the direction Lu Chuan had left in, pursuing him with Dazzling light flickering in his eyes. He muttered to himself, "Lu Chuan... so it really was a coincidence. I never expected the one who killed that Demonic Martial Artist to be him.

"He had only achieved Martial Arts Reaching Rank not long ago, yet he already possessed such Combat Power. It was truly inconceivable.

"And that younger sister of his, with such high spiritual aptitude... not to mention Fengle City, even among those great Base Cities, there probably wouldn't be more than a few like her.

"Both siblings have such extraordinary talent. Could it be that the Lu Family had produced some powerful expert among its ancestors?

"Was that why their bloodline was so incredibly strong?"

As he spoke, streaks of Dazzling light shone in He Mingkong's eyes. His speed increased by several degrees as he chased in the direction Lu Chuan had gone.

Meanwhile, inside the Villa Manor, Chen Qingfeng sneered repeatedly. "That Old fellow He Mingkong left in such a hurry. Nine times out of ten, it's because of Lu Chuan and his sister.

"Especially Lu Chuan's sister. With such high spiritual aptitude, her talent must be terrifying.

"She's probably enough to shock those Cultivators.

"I heard that He Mingkong entered Kunlun Mountain when he was young. Hehe... now this is getting interesting.

"Unfortunately, my Demon Suppressing Division has no Cultivation inheritance. Such spiritual aptitude would truly be wasted on the Martial Dao.

"Still, while my Demon Suppressing Division cannot make use of her, things are different on the Suspended Mirror Division's side.

"No matter what, they are all working for Great Xia. Better that than benefiting those fossilized Old fellows of Kunlun!"

As he spoke, a sly grin immediately appeared on Chen Qingfeng's face.

Then, he casually activated his Communication Watch and dialed a number.

A few breaths later.

A ray of light gathered above his Communication Watch, forming a half-meter-tall screen in midair. On the screen, the figure of a cold and beautiful woman in white gradually appeared.

"What is it?"

The cold and beautiful woman seemed quite familiar with Chen Qingfeng. After giving him an indifferent glance, she said coldly, "You'd better have a suitable reason."

"Stop wearing that ice-cold expression all the time. It's not like I owe you money."

Chen Qingfeng curled his lips.

"Say another word of nonsense, and I'm hanging up," the cold and beautiful woman said coldly.

"Don't, it's good news..." Seeing this, Chen Qingfeng hurriedly stopped her. He understood her far too well. If he dared to ramble on for a few more sentences, she would definitely cut off the communication without hesitation.

His expression darkened, and he stopped joking. Instead, he said in a deep voice, "I found a promising candidate in Fengle City who seems to possess High Spiritual Aptitude.

"Whether you come or not is up to you..."