Qiang Zi thought it made sense, as those with strong power generally disdained such a small amount of spirit spring.
"I'll call the Supernatural Bureau to clean up," Qiang Zi said, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.
Yu Daohen continued to munch on his apple. It was typical for the Supernatural Bureau to handle the cleanup of bodies.
About twenty minutes later, four staff members wearing masks and black uniforms, with "Supernatural Bureau" written in red on their left sleeves, arrived at the door carrying stretchers.
The leading man glanced at Qiang Zi and Yu Daohen. "Two fellow cultivators, we'll begin clearing the scene."
Qiang Zi nodded. "Alright."
Martial artists were not like ordinary people; there was fighting and killing every day, so two deaths were quite normal.
To be honest, they were indeed professionals. In just about ten minutes, they had carried out the bodies from Qiang Zi's room and Yu Daohen's room, even wiping away the bloodstains on the floor.
After the staff left, Yu Daohen stretched and yawned. "Since everything is taken care of, I'll sleep a bit more. After all, someone might still have their eyes on the spirit spring tomorrow."
Qiang Zi nodded and left the room, returning to his own.
After Qiang Zi left the room, Yu Daohen closed the door. His pale face grew even paler, and he coughed, gasping for breath as he covered his mouth.
Yu Daohen slowly lowered his hand and saw the fresh blood he had coughed up.
He hadn't expected the brocade pouch to put such a heavy burden on his body.
Yu Daohen felt a bit helpless. He had felt something was wrong with his body when he used the spell earlier, and he hadn't expected to cough up blood after using just one spell.
Yu Daohen returned to his bed, sat cross-legged, and began circulating his energy to heal. If he encountered a powerful opponent tomorrow, he wouldn't be able to withstand it at all.
It was six o'clock in the morning.
Yu Daohen slowly opened his eyes. Although his body was not seriously injured now, if he were to use any spells, his body simply wouldn't hold up.
"Master Yu, it's almost time to leave," Qiang Zi knocked on the room door from outside.
Yu Daohen hummed in response, packed his things, opened the door, and followed Qiang Zi downstairs to check out.
The young lady at the front desk timidly returned their deposit, her face full of fear.
She had personally seen people carrying out three bodies last night, the white cloth stained red.
Yu Daohen and Qiang Zi were indifferent. After all, anyone who encountered such a situation would be afraid.
Outside the hotel, Qiang Zi looked at Yu Daohen beside him. "Master Yu, how are we getting back?"
Yu Daohen pondered for a moment. "I'll call Old Biao and ask him to help get the spirit spring onto the plane. We'll fly directly back to Yangzhou."
Qiang Zi's brow furrowed slightly. "Did something happen, Master Yu?"
"No, I just fear that delays might bring trouble," Yu Daohen said, pulling out his phone and dialing a number.
Ring~ Ring~ Ring.
The call was answered after two rings. Yu Daohen got straight to the point, explaining the matter of shipping the spirit spring.
Biao Tao, on the other end of the line, replied, "Master Yu, you know that area isn't under my jurisdiction, so I can only ask someone for help. But don't worry, I'll make sure you get on the plane tomorrow."
Yu Daohen's brow furrowed. "Is there a faster way?"
After a pause, Biao Tao on the phone said, "There's a prisoner being flown to me this afternoon at six o'clock. If Master Yu doesn't mind, you can travel with them."
"Alright, that works," Yu Daohen said, chatted casually for a few more moments, and then hung up.
As the two were about to hail a taxi to the airport, they saw six people walking towards them.
Yu Daohen's expression turned cold. He didn't recognize the others, but he knew two of them all too well.
It was Fen Yue and Ge Peiwen from the Fu Sect.
Qiang Zi's expression changed. He could feel the killing intent radiating from Yu Daohen beside him.
Fen Yue grinned. "What a coincidence, Master Yu. We meet again."
The other four dared not attack rashly upon seeing Yu Daohen. They had initially intended to try their luck to see who had obtained the spirit spring and then take advantage of the situation.
But they never expected that the one who obtained the spirit spring would be Yu Daohen, Master Yu.
"Brothers, let's forget it. That's Master Yu," someone said, starting to back down upon seeing Yu Daohen.
Their strength was only enough to barely make it onto the Earthly Rank. Yu Daohen, however, was the top expert on the Earthly Rank, someone they, mere insignificant figures, could not contend with. Moreover, Zhang Xiaoqiang, ranked thirty-seventh on the Earthly Rank, was also beside him.
Another man snorted. "What are you afraid of? Didn't you see he lost an eye? Plus, we have the 'Madman' Fen. His reputation back then was no less than Yu Daohen's."
The man beside him also incited. "Rumor has it that Yu Daohen's reputation was half earned with his left eye. Now that his left eye is gone, what are we still afraid of?"
The four were unwilling to give up this opportunity. After all, defeating Yu Daohen would make them famous in the martial world. With Madman Fen present, it might not be impossible to try.
Seeing that the group had no intention of retreating, Yu Daohen chuckled. "What, does the name Yu Daohen no longer command respect?"
One person swallowed hard, mustering his courage. "Master Yu, your left eye is useless. Hand over the spirit spring obediently, and we won't make things difficult for you."
Yu Daohen grinned sinisterly. "Do you really think my reputation was earned with just one eye?"
Yu Daohen put down his backpack and handed it to Qiang Zi. Qiang Zi wanted to help but was stopped by Yu Daohen raising his hand.
Yu Daohen strode forward, his face full of arrogance, and said dismissively, "You four come at me together. I won't use spells."
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Author's Note:
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