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The night sky retreated rapidly outside the car window.

"Cousin, since that cleaner's identity is suspicious, isn't the Destiny Bureau going to arrest him now?"

Gu Yuan held the Mental Meditation Method and asked nonchalantly.

"Do you think arresting people is child's play?"

Shen Tingxue gripped the steering wheel and shot him an annoyed glance.

"Without concrete evidence, and with the target likely being an Alchemist-realm warlock, we can't act rashly."

"Not only would we alert the enemy, but if we pushed him into a corner and he started a massacre in a busy district, who would take responsibility for that?"

She paused, her tone becoming unprecedentedly serious.

"The higher-ups already know about this and will send specialists to handle it. You just need to carve my words into your brain—before school starts, you are absolutely forbidden from stepping foot near First High School!"

"Got it, got it. I'm not an idiot, Cousin."

Gu Yuan waved his hands repeatedly, his head shaking like a rattle-drum.

What kind of international joke was this? An Alchemist-realm expert!

If it were truly a master of that caliber, his cousin—a Body Tempering-realm martial artist—plus himself, a rookie at the peak of the Blood Quenching realm, wouldn't even be enough to serve as a snack for the guy if they were tied together.

Whoever wanted to wade into these muddy waters could go ahead; Gu Yuan certainly wasn't going to throw his life away.

Pushing open the front door, the television in the living room was playing a cheesy soap opera.

Gu Yuanzheng and Shangguan Yi were sitting on the sofa, watching with great interest.

"Son, you're back? Have you eaten? There are still hot dishes in the pot."

Hearing the commotion, Shangguan Yi poked her head out from the sofa.

"I ate, I ate. I already ate at Cousin's place. Mom, I'm heading to my room now!"

Gu Yuan replied perfunctorily while changing his shoes. Before he even finished speaking, he had already slipped into his bedroom and locked the door behind him.

He threw himself in front of his desk and laid the Mental Meditation Method on the surface.

The pages were yellowed, and on the title page, the name "Sun Miaomiao" was scrawled in delicate, crooked handwriting, with a half-eaten bun drawn next to it.

Sister Miaomiao really was a genuine foodie.

Gu Yuan kicked off his shoes, climbed onto the bed, sat cross-legged according to the book's instructions, and closed his eyes, attempting to sink his consciousness deep into his mind.

At the very beginning, his head was filled with random, wandering thoughts.

But gradually, his thinking became exceptionally clear.

The obscure, difficult-to-understand words he had struggled with in the book now seemed to automatically dismantle and reorganize in his mind, becoming easy to grasp. This was likely the effect of the mental power attribute he had previously pilfered.

Three hours later.

Gu Yuan snapped his eyes open.

He carefully sensed the changes within his mind.

His mental power had indeed increased by a tiny, tiny bit.

Yes, it was truly just a minuscule change.

Gu Yuan's mouth twitched.

He calculated that he had sat here for three hours until his legs went numb, yet the mental power he gained wasn't even one-thousandth of the boost he got from observing Sun Miaomiao and pilfering a tag from her head!

This efficiency was slower than digging a tunnel with a fingernail.

"What's the point of practicing this crap!"

Gu Yuan decisively tossed the Mental Meditation Method onto his pillow.

No sane person practiced on their own!

Gu Yuan reached out, grabbed his phone from the side, and opened the browser.

He skillfully navigated to a specific website.

Martial Artist Forum.

A discussion site built specifically for martial artists, filled with all sorts of trades and knowledge.

Of course, one had to distinguish the truth from the lies themselves.

Just how strong was the power and performance of an Alchemist-realm expert? He had never had a clear gauge.

If they really started a massacre in a busy area, what kind of impact would it have that made the Destiny Bureau so cautious?

He typed "Alchemist-realm warlock combat video real-life" into the search bar.

The page loaded for a few seconds, then spat out a bunch of messy links, most of which were clickbait film clips or forum posts full of hot air.

Gu Yuan swiped his finger, continuing to scroll down.

Finally, in a corner, he clicked on a video that had just been posted.

On the phone screen, the video title was written in bold red text.

[Alchemist-tier Warlock vs. Qi-Refining-tier Martial Artist, live combat footage from the abandoned Salt City factory! Filmed on-site, leaked from the inside, thrilling and intense!]

Gu Yuan's spirits instantly lifted when he saw this headline.

He lay on his side on the bed, found a comfortable position, and tapped the play button.

The footage began with violent shaking, and the resolution was quite low; clearly, the person filming was far from the battlefield and their hands were trembling severely.

"Damn it! Old Li, what the hell are you filming! The gods are fighting, run for your life!"

A voice, terrified to the point of cracking, came from off-screen.

The cameraman was clearly someone who valued money over his own life; not only did he ignore the advice, but he even moved the lens a few steps closer toward the factory.

The footage finally stabilized.

In the center of the frame stood an abandoned chemical plant, filled with rusted iron frames and collapsed factory buildings.

Gu Yuan spotted two figures in the distance of the video.

Standing atop the rickety water tower at the peak of the factory was a middle-aged man dressed in a grey long robe.

He stood with his hands behind his back, the hem of his robe snapping in the wind. The distance was too great to make out his features, but he was surrounded by a visible, pale cyan vortex of energy.

This must be the energy field formed by the materialization and projection of spiritual power!

Meanwhile, on a pile of rubble on the factory floor, a shirtless, burly man was looking up, staring fixedly at the warlock on the water tower.

The surface of the burly man's skin was covered in a layer of dark golden light, as if he were wearing an invisible, heavy suit of armor. His exposed arms were bulging with muscle, veins standing out, radiating a sense of raw power.

"Is that Qi-Armor?"

Gu Yuan stared at the screen and muttered to himself.

He had learned about the characteristics of Qi-Refining-tier martial artists in his theory textbooks, but written descriptions were nowhere near as intuitive or shocking as this layer of dark golden light before his eyes.

In the video, the martial artist made the first move.

He slammed his right foot down violently.

"Bang!"

The rubble beneath his feet instantly shattered into powder, and his entire body launched forward like a cannonball fired from a chamber.

Gravel sprayed everywhere, and dust rose into the air.

His target was the warlock atop the water tower.

The warlock clearly had no intention of letting the martial artist get close.

The grey-robed warlock pressed his right hand into a sword-finger gesture and pointed downward.

A blinding white light suddenly ignited at the center of his brow.

The next moment, the temperature of the air within a fifty-meter radius of the warlock plummeted.

The iron plating on the surface of the water tower emitted a harsh, screeching sound as thick white frost spread rapidly like a living thing.

In the footage, one could clearly see a thick layer of frost rapidly congealing on the surface of the water tower, while the water vapor in the air instantly transformed into countless tiny ice crystals.

The martial artist in mid-air suddenly faltered in his charge.

From the knees down, thick layers of ice firmly encased his legs, like two ice-forged cages.

The ice continued to spread upward at a speed visible to the naked eye; in the blink of an eye, it had passed his waist, then his chest, and within a few breaths, it threatened to seal his entire body within.