What should I do now?

Han Lie was momentarily at a loss.

He could certainly continue reporting Zhou Ze, but the problem was, how was he supposed to get the report to Ye Qingxuan this time?

“This Senior just wants to cultivate in peace and quiet. Is that so difficult?”

Han Lie grumbled inwardly. He was thoroughly vexed now.

Seemingly noticing Han Lie’s distress, Zhuo Hongyi then proposed, “I can give you a permanent solution. Would you like to hear it?”

“Please speak, Captain Hongyi.” Han Lie perked up his ears.

“My residence happens to be short of a Servant Disciple. Why don’t you come to my place? I can guarantee you a peaceful old age.” Zhuo Hongyi said with a serious face, not seeming like she was joking.

Hearing this, Han Lie immediately became alert.

To his ears, Zhuo Hongyi’s words sounded exactly like a little girl meeting a strange, creepy uncle on the road who tells her he has delicious candy at his house.

“So this is the Pure Yang Sacred Body? It’s truly unreasonable!”

Han Lie was secretly astonished.

He still only looked like a wretched old man, yet the succubus-like nature of the Pure Yang Sacred Body had already managed to utterly bewitch Zhuo Hongyi.

If he were ten or twenty years younger, Han Lie didn’t dare imagine what kind of scene it would be.

Han Lie gave Zhuo Hongyi a once-over.

To be fair, Zhuo Hongyi’s figure was indeed excellent. Where it should be ample, it was ample; where it should be perky, it was perky. That slender waist, supple as a water snake, was clearly the result of specific training. Her looks were also that dashing, enduringly attractive type.

Although she couldn’t compare to Ye Qingxuan, within the entire Heavenly Void Sect, Zhuo Hongyi’s appearance definitely belonged in the top tier.

But the problem was, this was the Heavenly Void Sect! The Heavenly Void Sect that devoured people without spitting out the bones!

Who knew how many wicked schemes Zhuo Hongyi had brewing in her belly? What did it matter if she was a squad captain of the Law Enforcement Hall? Han Lie simply didn’t trust her.

He still wanted to return to the Violet Heaven Palace, return to his little wooden hut, and cultivate in peace and quiet.

“Ahem… Captain Hongyi, This Senior is merely a Servant Disciple with not many days left. How could I possibly be worthy of such kindness from you?”

Han Lie put on an expression of fearful trepidation and politely declined. “Your kind intentions are appreciated by This Senior. Please don’t trouble yourself with me; just let me live or die as fate wills.”

Zhuo Hongyi remained silent for quite a while before finally spreading her hands and stating frankly, “As you wish. I merely saw your pitiful state and wanted to help you.”

“Since you don’t need it, I am naturally happy to let go of my urge to assist and respect others’ destinies.”

Han Lie clasped his hands together gratefully. “Thank you for understanding, Captain Hongyi. Since there’s no need for further investigation or questioning, may This Senior return now?”

“Whenever you wish.”

Zhuo Hongyi didn’t give Han Lie too much trouble. After making a simple record, she let him leave.

Emerging from the Vermilion Bird Squad office of the Law Enforcement Hall, Han Lie hunched his body and stepped into the night.

“Something doesn’t feel right…”

Although he had smoothly left the Vermilion Bird Squad office, Han Lie had an uneasy premonition. Would that Zhuo Hongyi really let him off so easily?

“I’d better hurry back.”

Not having time to think too much, Han Lie quickened his pace. He wasn’t heading back to the Servant Disciple department, but to the little wooden hut at the entrance of Violet Heaven Palace.

Only under Ye Qingxuan’s watchful eye did he feel even a sliver of safety. Others might not know yet, but at least Han Lie could now be certain that Ye Qingxuan wouldn’t kill him for the time being.

Han Lie understood clearly that he had to lay low now. Once he cultivated himself up and relied on the super succubus nature of the Pure Yang Sacred Body, wouldn’t there be plenty of women? One Zhuo Hongyi wasn’t worth regretting over.

He didn’t want to take unknown huge risks for a Zhuo Hongyi he knew nothing about.

However!

On his way back to Violet Heaven Palace, while passing through a dimly lit and secluded bamboo grove, a sudden nameless chill wind arose.

Han Lie’s frail body shuddered; an utterly unanticipated coldness shot from the soles of his feet straight to the crown of his head!

“What was bound to come has come.”

In the next instant, a black blur shot out from within the bamboo grove, speeding towards Han Lie at a speed difficult for the naked eye to follow.

Han Lie didn’t even have time to react before a hand chop knocked him unconscious.

Then, the black blur hoisted Han Lie over its shoulder and swiftly vanished into the night without attracting anyone’s attention.

The next day. Law Enforcement Peak.

This was where the headquarters of the Law Enforcement Hall was located.

“Master, you summoned me?” Zhuo Hongyi walked in with efficient, steady steps.

In the center of the main hall, on a meditation cushion, sat a palace-attired beautiful woman in a lotus position. Only when Zhuo Hongyi entered did the palace-attired woman slowly open her eyes.

The beautiful woman had a face that retained its charm. Even wearing loose palace robes couldn’t conceal her stunning figure.

“Hongyi, last night I ordered you to arrest Jia Tong, the manager of the Servant Disciple department. You brought back that Servant Disciple named Han Lie as well.”

The beautiful woman’s purple lips parted slightly as an older-sisterly voice that seemed capable of melting a man’s bones softly fell.

“Yes.”

“Hmm. Where is he now?” The beautiful woman gave a slight nod and continued asking while gazing into Zhuo Hongyi’s eyes.

Zhuo Hongyi paused slightly for a moment before cupping her hands respectfully. “Reporting to Master, your disciple does not know. Last night after making a record for him, your disciple let him leave.”

“Unless something unexpected happened, he should have returned to the Servant Disciple department?”

“But Master… he’s just a Servant Disciple. Is it necessary for you to care about his whereabouts?”

Zhuo Hongyi was puzzled. Han Lie was indeed undoubtedly a Servant Disciple from that department. But why would her master—the Hall Master of Law Enforcement Hall—ask her about Han Lie’s whereabouts?

The beautiful woman didn’t answer Zhuo Hongyi’s question. Instead, with an interrogative tone she said: “People from the Servant Disciple department did not see Han Lie return last night.”

“Then… your disciple does not know!”

Zhuo Hongyi lowered her gaze slightly and stated firmly, “Your disciple indeed let him leave last night! The Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters at the office can testify!”

The beautiful woman stared intently at Zhuo Hongyi for quite some time before slightly softening her tone and speaking earnestly. “Hongyi, you are one of my most accomplished disciples.”

“I am not questioning whether or not you let Han Lie leave last night. The problem now is that he is missing, and you were the last person who saw him.”

“No matter what method you use—even if you have to dig three feet into the ground—you must find him and bring him back.”

“I want him alive or dead!”

“But remember: do not cause too much commotion.”

“Your disciple obeys!”

Not daring to ask any more questions, Zhuo Hongyi hurriedly withdrew.