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Village within the city.

Except for meals and bathroom breaks, Qin Yu dedicated almost every minute to cultivating the Shen Zhao Jing.

He channeled his vital energy, continuously cleansing his meridians.

For every bit his meridians grew stronger, his cultivation became more powerful, allowing him to store more vital energy.

Yet, this process was like the dripping of water wearing away a stone.

It was a true test of one's patience.

Hu....

As the sky outside the window gradually darkened, Qin Yu opened his eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air.

There was still no significant progress in his cultivation.

Haste does not bring success!

Hehe....

Qin Yu smiled wryly and shook his head, knowing his eagerness wouldn't be effective and might even risk deviating from the correct path.

He also didn't know if the two hours of Dual Cultivation with Miao Xian'er last night were of any use; his cultivation seemed not to have improved.

She wouldn't have deceived him, would she?

Qin Yu thought wildly as only one night remained, and he would have to confront Huang Lianying tomorrow.

He had only broken through to Huajin not long ago, whereas his opponent was a famed figure long established on the Tiger Ranking – the gap was sizable.

Tap tap....

At this moment, footsteps echoed in the hallway.

Qin Yu had been staying in a small hotel these past few days, where the soundproofing was inadequate; even minor noises from outside were audible.

Knock knock....

Someone was knocking at the door.

Hm?

Qin Yu frowned, knowing that within this room nobody was aware of his presence aside from Yan Mingyu.

Could it be someone from the Martial Alliance?

Qin Yu narrowed his eyes, circulated his mental method, and readied his energy throughout his body, preparing for combat.

He moved sideways, quietly approached the door, grasped the doorknob, and asked in a deep voice, "Who is it?"

"Han Bing!"

An indifferent voice came from the other side of the door.

"Ah?"

Truth be told, this cold-hearted and ruthless woman had indeed left a deep impression on Qin Yu. Hearing her name made him shiver, and the hairs on his back stood on end.

"You... what do you want?"

With a face full of wariness, Qin Yu was even more puzzled – what would Han Bing want with him at this critical moment?

"Yes, I need to talk to you, open the door!"

Han Bing sounded somewhat impatient.

As the leader of the Seventh Section, she possessed an eminent status, accustomed to frequenting high-end places, never setting foot in such an old and run-down hotel.

The greasy floor and sour air made her brows furrow tightly.

"Uhh...."

"Creak...."

Qin Yu opened the door.

He knew that the wooden doors of such a small hotel could not stop Han Bing. Her combat strength was likely even above that of Huang Lianying and Feng Wudao; not just a wooden door, she could kick open even an iron one.

"Are you alone?"

Han Bing entered with her hands behind her back, giving the room a few cold glances before turning to Qin Yu to ask.

"Yes, just me, a lonely single dog!"

Qin Yu shrugged.

He could not discern Han Bing's intentions.

"Did Pei Luoyan run away?"

Han Bing's gaze was piercing, like a knife flickering with cold light, scraping across Qin Yu's face.

"I haven't seen her for a long time!"

Qin Yu certainly wouldn't betray Pei Luoyan.

"You're not being honest!"

Han Bing clenched her fist and punched Qin Yu in the stomach.

Bang...

Although she was a woman, her fist was as hard as a hammer, causing Qin Yu's body to bow slightly. His face turned red as he clenched his teeth and said, "Are you trying to beat a confession out of me?"

"If you think I'm a fool, I don't mind beating a confession out of you! According to the clues we have, Pei Luoyan was active in the urban village, and you live there. It's impossible for you not to have crossed paths!"

Han Bing said to Qin Yu with a cold look in her eyes.

"When the police investigate, they always send two people. You came alone to find me, and started lashing out without asking questions. Can I interpret this as you abusing your power, pursuing a personal vendetta?"

Qin Yu couldn't help but challenge her.

"It's not worth making a big fuss to deal with you. I alone am enough!"

Han Bing's eyes held a hint of contempt. She flexed her wrist before continuing, "With you alone, harboring a fugitive from Section Seven, I have enough reason to capture you again!"

"With what you've said, and you came alone, you're definitely not here to catch me!"

Qin Yu actually felt more relaxed; if Han Bing were really here to capture him, she wouldn't have wasted so much time talking nonsense.

"Looks like you're not too stupid after all!"

Han Bing nodded, seemingly agreeing with Qin Yu's statement, "Pei Luoyan has already run away. Capturing you is useless; at most, it would just vent some frustration."

"So what exactly do you want..."

Qin Yu asked suspiciously.

"Write down the mental method of Shen Zhao Jing and hand it over to Section Seven. I can speak to Huang Lianying and Feng Wudao on your behalf, and maybe let you off temporarily!"

Han Bing looked at Qin Yu intently as she spoke.

Nowadays, martial artists in Hua Country were mostly stuck at the Half-Step Pill Holding threshold, and Shen Zhao Jing was the only pathway to break through to Pill Holding.

Not to mention the Martial Alliance, even Han Bing herself was tempted.

"Heh, yet another person coming for the Shen Zhao Jing?"

Qin Yu sneered, his reaction proving the old saying that innocent men are guilty when in possession of a gem.

"At least, I represent justice!"

Han Bing frowned as she spoke.

"The so-called justice is nothing but representing the interests of the majority!"

Qin Yu wasn't a naive child anymore; he didn't believe in such nonsense as justice.

"You mean, you won't cooperate?"

Han Bing's face grew stern.

"Oh, it looks like you're prepared to resort to force?"

Qin Yu took a step back and pointed at the bed, intentionally disgusting Han Bing: "If you want Shen Zhao Jing, fine. Lie there, spend a night with me, and I'll give it to you. How about that?"

When his grandfather passed on the Shen Zhao Jing to him, he was told never to transmit it to anyone else.

Whether it was the Martial Alliance or Section Seven, no matter how they threatened or tempted, he was never going to hand over the Shen Zhao Jing.

"You're asking for it!"

As expected, Han Bing lost her temper. In an instant, it seemed like the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees as she clenched her teeth: "Do you really think I won't arrest you again?"

"You have nothing to show for it, I'll certainly not give it to you. You should offer something in return, at least. You're quite pretty, and you have long legs; spending a night with me won't cost you any flesh!"

After saying that, Qin Yu swiftly dashed and slipped through the door crack into the hallway.

Bang!

He slammed the door shut, then grabbed onto the railing of the hallway and leaped down.

Once he landed in the courtyard, he ran out of the small hotel like a mad dog.

Hey, teasing someone as haughty and self-righteous as Han Bing was actually quite thrilling.

Boom...

Just moments later, the room door burst into pieces.

Han Bing, brimming with killing intent, stood in the hallway, looking down at Qin Yu, who was frantically escaping. Without hesitation, she too jumped down from the second floor.

Her body chased after him like a specter.

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Han Bing's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached Qin Yu's ears.

This showed that her cultivation was deeper than that of most martial artists, and her speed was surprisingly fast.

In no time, the distance between her and Qin Yu closed to less than one hundred meters: "Qin, you're a dead man!"