Chapter 95

In the puzzled gazes of Fei Xue and Wei Wei, Du Qian held the spirit charm containing the secret and returned to the ward. △￠ Fei Xue took the spirit storage box, opened it, and looked inside. Well, he didn't recognize it either. He had heard of this thing before but had never seen it.

Fortunately, Fei Xue was experienced. Even if he hadn't seen it, he had heard of it. Besides, spirit charms were very convenient to use. As long as one was a martial cultivator, they could use it.

Placing the spirit charm on Yao Jing's abdomen, he pointed with his finger, and a massive amount of spiritual energy surged into the charm, activating it. The spirit charm disappeared at a visible speed, and strange energy entered Yao Jing's body, beginning to clear the foreign spiritual energy.

"Alright, it might take some time."

"How long?" Du Qian asked.

"I don't know. It depends on the individual's constitution, combat power, and the intensity of the spiritual energy that Beining intruded with. Generally, it takes effect within six to twenty-four hours." Fei Xue couldn't be certain. In fact, such matters couldn't be judged by non-professionals, as there were too many variables.

Fortunately, the spirit charm worked both internally and externally. As long as the person was not dead and still had a faint energy, the charm could use its own energy, as well as the energy of the injured martial cultivator, to clear the foreign spiritual energy.

The speed might be slower, but the treatment effect would be fine.

Fei Xue turned his head and sized up Du Qian from head to toe, making Du Qian feel uneasy. What was this about? Captain Fei, do you not recognize me?

"Good job, kid, you got it so quickly?"

"Hehe, it was a coincidence, really a coincidence." Du Qian said with a forced smile, not knowing how to explain. His luck was really good; on his first boat ride, he met a big shot like Jing Chun.

He didn't know how powerful Jing Chun was, but she could casually give a spirit charm. Even if she couldn't be called "Your Excellency," she was probably not far off.

The sorrow of a small person, endless to say. Du Qian's eyes were fixed on the spirit charm, but the truly valuable thing was the invitation card Jing Chun gave him.

Fei Xue didn't continue to press. To get the spirit charm, one must have a connection with a big shot. In his mind, who else could it be besides Sir Sikong?

He really didn't expect that Sir Sikong would be so good to Du Qian. Actually, it wasn't strange. For Fei Xue, a spirit charm could save a life, but in Sir Sikong's eyes, it was nothing. If he liked Du Qian, giving him a few was no big deal.

However, from then on, Sir Sikong probably wouldn't remember who Du Qian was. After helping him several times, the favor was already repaid. Sir Sikong had endless people to meet and things to do; how long would he remember a small person like Du Qian?

Fei Xue's thoughts were normal. After all, for a small person like Du Qian, being able to meet Sir Sikong was already a stroke of luck. How could he meet another big shot who didn't take spirit charms seriously?

Who would have thought that Du Qian's family tomb was almost on fire, and this time he not only met a big shot but two.

"Kid, nothing much going on lately, right?"

"Nothing much." After saving Yao Jing, the tension in Du Qian's heart was relieved. What else could there be...

Well, it seemed there was something. He had promised Jing Chun that after finishing this matter, he would go to Changping City to find her.

"You tidy up a bit, and I'll take you to a banquet tomorrow afternoon."

"Banquet?" A flock of crows flew over Du Qian's head. What was this all about? Taking him to a banquet at this time?

Just after the spirit beast attack, and knowing that it was Biantian behind it, as the captain of the Pingchuan Flying Tigers, weren't you a bit too idle? Look at the bloodshot eyes in your old man's eyes; you still have the mood?

"Yes, don't ask so many questions. You have good luck, so I'll take you to change my luck."

Damn, what kind of talk is this? My luck is good, and you want to change my luck? Change it to bad luck?

It had to be said that after Fei Xue's reminder, Du Qian also felt that his luck had been exceptionally good recently, good to the point of bubbling over.

Of course, Fei Xue wasn't talking about changing Du Qian's luck to bad luck but wanted to use Du Qian's good luck to change his own bad luck.

Du Qian's luck was good, but Fei Xue's recent luck wasn't so good. The events that happened, though not directly related to him, as the captain of the Flying Tigers, he couldn't escape the blame.

Pirates attacked the transport team and took half a leaf of the spirit book. The city lord's office set a trap, and the target escaped without a trace.

The Information Department's Special Agent Office issued a warning that Biantian was up to something, luring spirit beasts to attack the city. It wasn't a big deal, but the spirit fox that came was a divine master, making the army's preparations a joke. If it weren't for Sir Junshan returning to the city, who knows what chaos would have ensued.

Look at these matters; could Fei Xue's luck be considered good?

Just a few hours ago, his head was even more painful, to the point where he wanted to cut it off. It was said that the head of the Special Agent Office, after sending the intelligence, was preparing to inspect the cities that would be attacked, and it just so happened to be Pingchuan City's turn.

A strange thing happened; the head of the Special Agent Office was actually on the boat from Liuliu to Pingchuan. Damn, you're too low-key, but being low-key at this time could cost you your life.

The boat had an accident, and the head of the Special Agent Office was missing. Fei Xue was about to spit blood. Fortunately, news came later that Du Qian had returned with the spirit charm, and the head of the Special Agent Office was fine and had gone to another city.

Look, look, this kid can bring good luck. Who else should I take?

Du Qian returned to his office, confused. The past few days had been too exciting and time-consuming. He took out a spirit horn and began to absorb it. Everything else was fake; only combat power was real.

For Du Qian, external matters were irrelevant. The aftermath of the spirit beast attack didn't need his concern. The number of deaths didn't matter much to him; he should focus on cultivation.

Absorbing the spirit horn, refining the spirit spear, and if he had time, he would study the Holy Symbol Divine Path. This spirit book should be quite interesting.

They say that the bone two dogs fight over must be a good bone. With so many people, including the bald pirate Beining, eyeing this spirit book, it must be a good one.

Du Qian's own judgment wasn't high, but he could judge things through others' reactions. After all, things that big shots like are usually good. Thinking this way wouldn't be wrong.

Fei Xue, the bald Beining, Sikong Kai, Jing Chun, and the cheap sister...

All of them were big shots.

A day passed in a blink, and Du Qian realized he had forgotten Captain Fei's words and hadn't tidied himself up.

What did it mean to be well-dressed? It was really a headache. For a war orphan, having a clean piece of clothing was already good. Even for the three beauties of the same year, they wouldn't spend time on dressing up.

Well, it's like this. Looking at himself in the mirror, Du Qian was quite satisfied. The patrol police uniform was his best clothing, much better than what he brought from the war orphan school.

Originally, these uniforms were to be returned when leaving the team, but he left in a hurry and only returned the regular uniform, leaving the ceremonial uniform in the rental house.

Later, he retrieved it from the rental house, adhering to the principle that if there's a benefit, take it. He wouldn't return it and would let them send someone to ask for it if they wanted it.

Du Qian joined the Flying Tigers and later became a legend in the patrol police due to the rescue incident. Captain Leng wouldn't think about a ceremonial uniform, and the higher-ups wouldn't care. The logistics department, hearing about Du Qian's story, privately discussed it and decided to let it go, considering it a loss. After all, it was just a ceremonial uniform, not a big deal.

As a result, Du Qian's best set of clothing was this privately retained patrol police ceremonial uniform.

It had to be said that the treatment of imperial civil servants was quite good, especially in terms of uniforms. Whether military or police, ceremonial uniforms were very beautiful.

Of course, the material of ordinary patrol police ceremonial uniforms was a bit poor and not very durable. However, ceremonial uniforms were rarely used, only a few times a year. At this usage rate, even after ten or twenty years, they might not wear out.

Seeing Du Qian in a neatly pressed patrol police ceremonial uniform, Fei Xue's facial muscles almost twitched into a bun. Can you handle it?

"No other clothes?"

"This is the best."

Well, looking at the time, Fei Xue gave up. The captain of the Flying Tigers was really busy and hadn't slept for days. The banquet in the afternoon was important, but a few minutes ago, he was still busy with the aftermath.

The banquet would start in half an hour. It would take at least fifteen minutes to get from the Flying Tigers to the venue. It would be too difficult to get Du Qian a decent outfit in fifteen minutes. This would have to do. After all, this kid was there to change his luck, not to stand out at the banquet.

But damn... this ceremonial uniform might actually make him stand out.

When the car stopped in front of the Pingchuan Reception Hall, Du Qian knew that this outfit might not be suitable. The Reception Hall was in every city, used for hosting VIPs. For example, when Sir Sikong came to Pingchuan City, he would be received here.

It was usually not open to the public. Even if you had money, they wouldn't serve you. In short, you needed to have a high enough administrative level.

When Fei Xue and Du Qian arrived, they were clearly late. The parking lot in front of the Reception Hall was almost full, and they had to circle several times before finding a spot in a corner.

"Captain Fei, what's the situation?" Du Qian finally dared to ask.

"Sir is hosting a banquet."

Well, another "Sir." Du Qian's mind flashed, almost blurting out, but he came to his senses and didn't speak rashly. In the current Pingchuan City, there was only one person who could be called "Sir."

"Why is Sir Junshan hosting a banquet?"

"To choose a son-in-law."

Du Qian blinked, not understanding. Actually, he understood but found it unbelievable.

Choose a son-in-law? A son-in-law?

A grandson-in-law or a great-grandson-in-law? Would the Junshan family's girls have trouble getting married? Need to hold a matchmaking event?