The Crisis of Daoist Cloudmist!

The young monk added, "He just spent four thousand yuan to buy the young monk!"

Click!

The nurse froze, her pen still in her hand. Then, she stared at Cao Delian with a chilling gaze. "A bastard who buys and sells children? Or a human trafficker?"

As a nurse in the hospital, she deeply despised human traffickers because many of them specifically targeted newborn babies in hospitals.

As soon as the nurse finished speaking, the surrounding crowd immediately turned their attention to Cao Delian. Several hot-blooded young men even grinned maliciously and clenched their fists with ill intent.

Cao Delian's face immediately turned pale.

"It's a misunderstanding, everyone, please don't misunderstand!" Cao Delian immediately waved his hand and said—his subconscious instinct was to lie and claim that he was the little monk's father.

But just as he was about to speak, a sharp, dull pain shot through his buttocks! He shuddered and swallowed the lie that was about to slip out.

Oh my god—what if he lies and this brat next to him beats him to the ground in front of everyone, slapping his butt a few times? He'd be too ashamed to live!

"These brats are so ignorant, they dare to say anything. Think about it, how could a child trafficker bring a child to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery? Right?" Cao Delian waved his hand vigorously.

The nurse paused for a moment, then said, "That's right. How could a child trafficker bring a child to the hospital for treatment, especially for something as trivial as hemorrhoids?"

Cao Delian gave a bitter smile—the kind that's extremely bitter.

Damn it, Cao Delian is just a pathetic human trafficker who takes his unruly child to the hospital for hemorrhoid surgery.

After paying the registration fee, Cao Delian took the little monk and ran off to see the doctor as fast as he could. He really didn't want to stay in the crowd for even a moment longer...

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After Cao Delian left.

The nurse's dazed expression vanished abruptly; she gave a cold laugh, pulled out her phone, and called the police.

"That little monk just said that the man bought him for four thousand yuan. Even if that man isn't a human trafficker, he could be a scoundrel who buys abducted children. Regardless of whether the kid is joking or not, let's call the police first."

The surrounding crowd immediately praised the nurse's actions.

Meanwhile, Cao Delian took the little monk to see a doctor for hemorrhoids.

Halfway there, Cao Delian stopped. "Young man, the hemorrhoid doctor is just a little further ahead. I suddenly have a craving for a cigarette, so I'm going out for a smoke. You go see the doctor about your hemorrhoids, and then he'll schedule your surgery. It'll be quick!"

The young monk asked in confusion, "Benefactor Cao, aren't you coming with me?"

"I'll wait for you outside, I'll just have a smoke. Maybe I can come see you when you have your surgery," Cao Delian with a dry laugh.

"Alright, don't worry, Benefactor Cao, I'm six years old now and can take care of myself. I'll come find you after the surgery." The little monk put his hands together in a gesture of respect, then took the registration slip and ran excitedly to the doctor.

Once the little monk had run far enough away, Cao Delian immediately turned around and escaped through a small back door of the hospital.

He had a feeling that the nurse behind him was giving him a strange look; she might have already called the police.

Run outside first, park your beat-up car at the hospital exit, and observe discreetly for a while. If the police arrive, run for your life immediately.

If the police don't come, then we can pick him up ourselves after the little monk finishes his surgery!

In recent years, medical technology has developed rapidly. A minor hemorrhoid can be cured with just two injections if it's not serious. If it's more serious, a minor surgery takes only 20 to 30 minutes and can be scheduled within an hour, making it convenient and quick.

He can afford to wait that long.

"I'm so damn clever!" Cao Delian praised himself.

At that moment, Cao Delian didn't notice that a Pekingese dog above his head snorted disdainfully.

"You little rascal, you actually lured the little monk all the way to Wenzhou City, making this dog run such a long way." Doudou was in a bad mood, thinking about how to mess with Cao Delian.

However, let's call Song Shuhang first to let him know we're safe and sound, and that we've found the little monk Guoguo.

Thinking of this, Doudou rummaged through its fur and pulled out a fruit-brand mobile phone.

Yes, Doudou bought this online herself. As for the money... it's naturally in True Lord Yellow Mountain's account.

As for how Doudou, a Pekingese, receives packages, it has its own clever tricks.

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At this moment... in the building where the Medicine Master, Senior White was still instructing Shuhang how to cultivate the Fire-Control Art.

Song Shuhang swiftly pinched the coins in his hands, using his mental power in conjunction with the Heart Aperture and Blood Qi in his Eye Aperture to create a force that controlled the flames.

"Rise!" Song Shuhang shouted softly!

The flames beneath the alchemy furnace flickered slightly, appearing to brighten a little more...

Song Shuhang asked expectantly, "Senior, has the flame become stronger?"

"Hmm, about the size of a fingernail tip, I suppose?" Venerable White chuckled dryly, saying this against his will.

Song Shuhang was dejected. This Fire-Control Art was a hundred times harder to master than the 'Palm Thunder' technique.

"Senior, do you think I might not be cut out for alchemy? Is that why I can't seem to master the Fire-Control Art?" Song Shuhang asked.

"No, don't be discouraged. The Fire-Control Art is inherently a very difficult spell to cultivate! Especially for First-Grade cultivator like you, it's even more difficult. Many cultivators, even those who have reached the Third-Grade Houtian Battle King Realm, still can't use the Fire-Control Art well," Senior White comforted him. After thinking for a moment, he added, "It took me several times longer to learn the Fire-Control Art than the Palm Thunder!"

"Really?" Upon hearing this, Song Shuhang's confidence returned slightly.

Senior White nodded in satisfaction. Back when he learned the Palm Thunder, he mastered it with just a glance. But the Fire-Control Art, he had to carefully read it from beginning to end and then simulate it in his mind before he could learn it. That was several times longer, no doubt.

Song Shuhang continued practicing the 'Fire-Control Art' two more times. Perhaps it was the encouragement from Venerable White that really worked, because this time, as soon as he formed a series of hand seals, the flames surged by half!

"It worked!" Song Shuhang exclaimed happily, then plopped down on the ground.

The mental energy and the Blood Qi Value of the Heart Aperture and Eye Aperture were greatly depleted, and even the Spirit Ghost's reserve of Blood Qi was completely exhausted.

"Take a break, eat a Blood Qi Pill, and continue cultivating in a while. Once you've mastered the Fire-Control Art, I'll teach you how to refine Blood Qi Pill," Senior White said with a smile.

"No problem, I feel like I'll be able to master this Fire-Control Art in two or three days at most!" Song Shuhang said confidently.

Senior White nodded, put away the 'Three-Star Fire-Control Fan', and said, "Then I'll take this fan back and fix it."

"Okay," Shuhang replied.

Just then, the phone in his pocket rang.

He took out his phone and saw that it was a number belonging to Mr. Mo from the Jiangnan Region.

Who could be calling me so late? Song Shuhang wondered to himself.

After the call is connected.

"Woof woof, Shuhang, I found little Guoguo." Doudou's voice came from the other end of the phone.

Oh, it's Doudou's phone! But... when did Doudou get a phone?

By the way, you can buy a phone online, but where do you get a SIM card? These days, you need to link your personal ID to your phone to get a SIM card, right?

We've gotten off-topic. Did Doudou just say she found the little monk?

"Where is that brat now?" Song Shuhang grinned wickedly, eager to bring the brat back. He swore he'd beat the little monk until he shit himself!

"He's gone way too far. He's in a hospital in Wenzhou City right now, getting his hemorrhoids removed," Doudou Dou laughed.

"Wenzhou City? How did we end up so far away?" Song Shuhang was dumbfounded.

"How about it? Do you want me to catch it for you? I'm in a good mood right now. If you agree to go flying a plane with me, I'll help you catch the little monk, okay?" Doudou negotiated over the phone.

"No need, no need, Doudou, just keep a close eye on the little monk. I'm going back to Wenzhou City soon anyway," Song Shuhang replied.

"You're coming to Wenzhou City?" Doudou asked, puzzled.

"Of course, summer vacation has been going on for several days already, I need to go home," Song Shuhang said with a smile.

His hometown is in Wenzhou City.

Summer vacation has been going on for several days now, it's time to go home. I haven't seen Dad Song for a whole semester.

In addition, Spirit-Vein Jade Tea has been prepared in portions, which can be given to parents to drink for their health.

Oh, and I should also prepare some for Zhao Yaya...

Then, my grandparents, maternal grandparents, and Shuhang's family live far away in another city. We'll see if we have a chance to visit them during the summer vacation.

Thinking of this, Song Shuhang turned to Senior White and said, "By the way, Senior, would you like to come with me to Wenzhou City next? The snacks there are famous. They have more varieties than Luoxin District Jiangnan University Town, and they taste even better."

"Do you have bayberries?" Senior White asked abruptly.

"Ah... yes, although it's not a local specialty, we have quite a lot of bayberries where I'm from," Song Shuhang replied. --By the way, senior, you've eaten so many boxes of them these past few days, aren't you tired of them?

"Okay, then we'll go after 'Instructor Little Li' brings him back." Senior White smiled broadly.

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A certain place in China.

A figure Sword Flight, soaring through the air.

The Daoist Cloudmist has been living a very carefree life lately.

It has been three days since he broke free from the 'Five-Finger Mountain Sealing Art' of True Lord Yellow Mountain, but True Lord Yellow Mountain has not come to capture him again!

"Hehehe, Yellow Mountain Big Fool, you still don't know that I've broken free from the seal, do you?" Daoist Cloudmist said smugly.

He's been having a really good time these past few days.

After being sealed off for two hundred years, the outside world has become so prosperous!

Over the course of three days, Daoist Cloudmist sampled nearly a hundred different kinds of delicious food and played countless games of all kinds.

Furthermore, he posted many selfies on his chat account's blog.

As always, his photos were followed by hundreds of people in the group.

"This feels wonderful," exclaimed the Daoist Cloudmist.

The only drawback is that lately he's had a deep sense of crisis hanging over him, but he doesn't know where this crisis comes from...

It's the second update. Let me rest for a bit, then I'll add an extra chapter for the three-week Alliance Leader award. Please vote!