At dawn, the sky was filled with purple-red clouds of dawn, and golden sunlight spilled onto Song Baiyu's body as he sat upright on the balcony. Waking up from his meditation, Song Baiyu had a calm face. The morning breeze came, and Song Baiyu's hair and collar fluttered in the wind, giving off an ethereal and otherworldly air.

  "Alas!" Song Baiyu sighed as he gazed at the lush medicinal herbs in the Spirit Gathering Array.

  After reaching the peak of the late stage of Qi practice, Song Baiyu found that the ordinary herbs in the Ling Gathering Array had little effect on his own cultivation.

  Song Baiyu's gaze finally rested on the Dì Nán Cǎo, because he felt that the spiritual energy provided by all the herbs in the entire Spirit Gathering Array was not as abundant as a single Dì Nán Cǎo.

  "It seems these ordinary herbs need to be replaced as soon as possible, otherwise it'll be a long time before I can break through the fetal breath period."

  Refining Qi, also known as Guiding Qi into the Body, is to guide the spiritual energy of Heaven and Earth into the body, unblock the meridians and activate the collaterals, wash the marrow and cleanse the brain, eliminate the impurities of the acquired constitution, and forge a prenatal physical body for future cultivation, thereby creating a qualified fleshly cauldron.

  Like the secular inner family masters, if they are divided according to the Xiu Zhen realm, they are in the Lian Qi period. It's just that because they don't know the way of Xiu Zhen or don't have a spiritual root, they stop at the Lian Qi realm for life and can't glimpse the more mysterious Tai Xi realm, which is also the pursuit of the martial arts world - the Xian Tian realm.

  Song Baiyu knew that if he didn't break through the Refining Qi realm and enter the Fetal Breathing period, then he would never be considered a true Cultivator. In this mundane world, whether he could settle down and make a name for himself was still a question. Although Li Chenmu said that there were no Cultivators in the mundane world, how much credibility did his words have?

  In the event that he couldn't break through his internal energy cultivation, Song Baiyu devoted more time to practicing Chunqiu's martial arts. His physical strength had now reached a terrifying level, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration to describe him as having a body of copper and iron. If he were to encounter those two foreign mercenaries again, he was confident that he could subdue them without using his internal energy and emerge unscathed.

  During this period, Song Baiyu couldn't help but think of taking Jingyuan Dan to break through the Qi Refining stage several times. In the end, he restrained his inner impulse and directly threw the Jingyuan Dan to the spiritual beast Jiji.

  Taking the Jingyuan Dan can easily increase cultivation, but the consequences are endless. In his past life, he was too impatient and often used rare medicinal materials to refine his bones and took large amounts of elixirs. Although he reached the Tribulation stage at a young age, neither his mental state nor physical strength could keep up with his True Qi cultivation. In the end, he couldn't even withstand a single Heavenly Thunderbolt and his soul dispersed. Song Boyu really didn't want to relive that feeling of despair and helplessness again.

  Stability and progress, this is a profound lesson summarized by Song Baiyu after his failure in crossing the tribulation.

  There was another problem that made Song Baiyu a headache, Jiji seemed to have been seriously injured. Although it could remember some things, its memory was not complete. Moreover, the little guy was particularly greedy and would pester Song Baiyu for elixirs from dawn till dusk. In its eyes, elixirs were as worthless as soybeans.

  After spending some time with Jiji, Song Baiyu discovered that Jiji was lecherous and bloodthirsty. As long as he saw a beautiful woman, he would jump onto her body, using his enchanting eyes to make her love him unconditionally; if he saw someone he didn't like, he would shout and yell, making Song Baiyu have a strong urge to know what kind of master could raise such a precious spirit beast.

  He simply packed up his things and drove to the Jinshan Town Police Station in his sister's Audi. In Jinyang City, he kept a low profile in order to conceal his identity and live an ordinary life. If he continued to keep a low profile in Jinshan Town, people would misunderstand him as a soft persimmon that could be bullied at will, which would not be convenient for his future plans. After all, he didn't really plan to work in Jinshan Town, but just wanted to hang on to the job.

  In fact, the leaders of Jinshan Town did not intend to make things difficult for Song Baiyu. After all, the police who were transferred from the city usually had some background, and it was uncertain when they would need to ask for help from others. When they saw that Song Baiyu came to report for duty in an Audi, the leaders of Jinshan Town became even more cautious towards him, and their enthusiastic attitude made Song Baiyu feel a bit at a loss.

  The leadership of Jinshan Town was hosting a grand banquet for Song Baiyu when Vincent, who had been living in seclusion in the Presidential Suite of the Golden Rooster Hotel, stepped out of the hotel for the first time.

  Vincent drove the car out of the hotel garage and headed straight to the west of the city. After about twenty minutes, his vehicle arrived near the Jinyang City Cement Factory.

  After getting off the car, Vincent cautiously looked around and found that no one was paying attention to him. He waved his hand to signal the bodyguard to drive away, but he himself turned left and right, finally entering the underground room of Jinyang City Cement Factory.

  The basement was very hidden and pitch black, but the ventilation inside was good. If Wang Jingui knew there was a basement here, he would be so surprised that his tongue would fall off.

  "Old chap, you've finally arrived." Vincent had just entered the house when a hearty greeting came from inside.

  Vincent, however, ignored the man and instead scanned the contents of the basement with shining eyes. Ten minutes later, he exclaimed excitedly, "Olly, this haul is not bad at all! We've managed to get our hands on so many goods!"

  Olli was a black man in his thirties, nearly two meters tall and as strong as an ox. When he heard Vincent's words, Olli's mouth opened wide, revealing two rows of pearly white teeth.

  "This time we're in luck, apart from buying some valuable stuff from the locals, we unexpectedly discovered an unexcavated ancient tomb. That's why we caught the attention of the police." Oli smiled with satisfaction all over his face, "Old buddy, if we can smoothly get this batch of goods out of the country, we'll be set for life."

  Vincent nodded at his words, and his face was also full of excitement. He had been waiting for this day for a long time.

  "Auri, we seem to have run into a bit of trouble. You've seen it too - this small factory has been sealed off, and my original plan has been affected." Vincent said with furrowed brows.

  "Old buddy, five years ago when things were so bad we both managed to survive, what's a little trouble like this? The current police force in Jinyang City can't be stronger than it was five years ago, they're no match for us." Oli seemed not to worry about the current situation at all, he sat down on a wooden box on the ground with ease, and casually picked up an exquisite porcelain bowl to play with.

  "Aoli, things aren't as optimistic as you thought. Five years ago, our people were all defeated and only the three of us, you, me, and Dark Knife, were left. Although I've gathered some people in Jinyang City over the years, they're just a motley crew and are currently being held at the police station... originally, I had hoped they could be of some use..."

  Thinking of Wang Jinguo, Vincent's teeth itched with hatred. If it weren't for Wang Jinguo's incompetence and greed, how could the conflict between the cement plant and Tunzi Village have erupted ahead of time?

  Vincent was just a cultural relic smuggler, and he also did some theft. In the past few years, he had been doing well in the Republic, but unfortunately, his gang fell into a trap set by the Shaanxi Provincial Police five years ago. He and two other companions narrowly escaped, but they were frightened and hid for several months.

  Until the wind died down, Vincent and his two friends continued to do their old business. Vincent took advantage of Mayor Feng Dequn's eagerness to introduce foreign capital and casually registered a leather goods company overseas. He then used his savings to invest in setting up the Jinyang City Cement Factory.

  Thus, Vincent transformed from a cultural relic smuggler to a foreign investor in the eyes of everyone. In fact, Vincent never participated in any management work at the cement plant, but instead handed it over to Wang Jingui, while he himself was doing his old business on one hand and building relationships on the other, and surprisingly, he mixed well in the upper circle of Jinyang City.

  Over the years, using the cement plant as a base, Vincent and others have transported out some cultural relics, but they were not very valuable. It wasn't until three months ago that he received news from Aurelio that a large batch of goods was going to arrive in Jinyang City, and Vincent became excited, preparing for nearly five years. The cement plant could finally complete its final mission.

  Unfortunately, the cement plant plan had not yet been put into use when the cement plant was destroyed by Ma Hai Long and Song Bo Yu's joint destruction, which made Vincent scold Wang Jin Gui for destroying his own plan while also hating Ma Hai Long and Song Bo Yu.

  "Vincent, isn't this just a diversion to shift the police's attention? Do we need to make it so complicated?" Hearing that Vincent's two consecutive plans were unintentionally ruined, Oli couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Don't forget that before we started smuggling, we were involved in murder and arson. To disrupt the police's line of sight, there's no need to make things so complicated."

  Vincent nodded and said in a low voice: "Since my original plan has been ruined, we can only do what we're good at once."

  "By the way, I heard you mention a little policeman that you hate so much. How could you not even handle a small policeman? I remember you have a perverted hobby." Oli asked with a sly and flirtatious smile on his face.

  "I spent two million dollars to hire Black Tail's people to capture him alive, but Black Tail's people returned the money to me, and that kid got away scot-free." Vincent's forehead bulged with veins, his eyes a deep crimson.

  "Blacktail, 20 million bucks? Old buddy, Blacktail's A-level mercenaries can't even touch him, you're not kidding me, are you?" Oli's mouth was agape in surprise, and then he burst out laughing, "I thought old buddy's taste had changed, turns out it wasn't a bad boy, but one with thorns."

  "Vincent, this is serious business. If that kid causes any more trouble, I'll take care of him." A sinister voice came from the dark corner, causing the temperature in the room to drop a few degrees. However, neither Vincent nor Oli could detect the speaker's presence, who was hiding in the shadows.

  "As long as you can kill him, I don't care." At the sound of this abrupt voice, Vincent's face also suddenly turned pale, and he felt as if a sharp blade was placed on his neck, with a chill running down the back of his neck.

  Vincent knew that the speaker was his other companion, Dark Knife. Five years ago, during a police and gangster conflict, Vincent had thought he would surely die, but at the critical moment, Dark Knife suddenly burst out with strength, using his strange speed and ruthless skills to bring two people out of the police's encirclement. After that conflict, Vincent and Oli vomited for an entire day, while Dark Knife indifferently licked his knife blade covered in black blood.

  "My blade hasn't tasted human blood in five years, since Vincent you're willing to let that little cop die, I'll start killing again." In the darkness, a dazzling light suddenly flashed, Oli and Vincent subconsciously narrowed their eyes, while shrinking their necks, the underground room fell silent for a moment.