Chapter 52: Prevention and Control Bureau

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A flash of silver light, and Fang Xing appeared, back laden with a long sword, its scabbard end dragging a bundle.

After finalizing his plan, he made his last purchases, then left Qinglin Market without looking back, returned to his temporary camp, and immediately transited back.

Only now did he exhale deeply, finally having the leisure to inventory his spoils.

“Spirit stones and miscellaneous items aside… one storage bag, one blood-refined weapon, one inferior-grade flying dagger, one superior-grade robe…”

“That damn Chen Yi—old bastard couldn’t even drop coins properly…”

“Good thing you’re dead, but even dead, I won’t let you off— if Hua Feiyue and the others mess up, I’ll send drones to plaster walls with big-character posters… make sure everyone knows. After all, people love a good spectacle.”

Fang Xing sighed, picking up the superior-grade robe. The robe was entirely dark blue, woven from spirit-silk, its stitches dense and tight, faint spiritual light flickering within—capable of size adjustment, warmth in winter and coolness in summer, and protective spells. Yet…

“I don’t have any spiritual energy… A superior-grade robe is theoretically worth slightly more than ordinary superior-grade artifacts, but it’s useless to me!”

Warriors cannot assimilate robes; they can’t even adjust the size. Still, wearing it offers slight warmth and coolness, and it can serve as a soft armor—though it blocks attacks solely through its material, never activating its protective spells.

This superior-grade robe had only one function for Fang Xing: sell it for spirit stones.

“And this storage bag… it must contain good stuff, but I can’t open it…”

Fang Xing stared at the dull gray storage bag in his hand, his expression growing frantic.

“Storage bags are resistant to ordinary artifacts—even if I shoot it, and it shatters, the contents won’t spill out; they’ll scatter into spatial chaos and vanish.”

Precisely because many cultivator treasures were useless to him, he had truly little interest in Chen Yi.

But the fool insisted on dying!

“Strictly speaking, was I being watched ever since I moved next door to Meng Yi and his wife… and later, when I connected with Hua Feiyue?”

“Enough. No matter what scheme this man had planned, the dead are sacred—I forgive you.”

Fang Xing sighed, picking up the flying dagger and examining it.

The inferior-grade flying dagger felt heavy in his hand, its blade bearing a blood groove—a genuine inferior-grade artifact, too potent even for primordial qi to activate.

To Fang Xing, it was still just decoration.

But that “Ink-Text Sword”—a blood-refined weapon—could be activated not only by primordial qi, but even by post-heaven warriors through blood sacrifice, unlocking some of its power!

Yet Fang Xing clearly didn’t trust Chen Yi’s character; he’d only used the blade’s inherent sharpness in combat.

Now that he was here, he planned to use every method to inspect it thoroughly.

Items from the cultivation world shouldn’t risk leaking secrets and could be brought to this world.

As for tech from this world?

There was still some risk, but more likely it’d be dismissed as alien tech or an unknown alloy.

“For safety, maybe I should buy a device and take it to the camp for testing… but that’d cost a fortune, and I might have to go to the black market…”

Fang Xing sighed.

His active participation in off-campus internships was precisely to better understand official methods—so he could deliberately avoid them!

“Still, even without my own blood to consecrate it, this blood-refined weapon is a rare divine blade—more than enough for me right now.”

Fang Xing carefully stored his loot, then opened the bundle hanging from the sword.

Inside were jade bottles, each emitting a faint aroma of liquor.

The bottles varied in size; the large ones contained “Tiger Bone Liquor,” made from demonic tiger bones—besides his own brew, he’d bought many more at the market.

The rest were Tiger Marrow Pills, recommended by Xiao Rui of Qingdan Workshop for body refinement.

Legend said these pills required demonic tiger marrow, making them ideal for enhancing physique—perfect for Qi Condensation mid-stage body cultivators.

For post-heaven warriors, they were slightly wasteful.

But Fang Xing feared waste the least.

He entered the dedicated training room beside him, took a sip of Tiger Bone Liquor: “Phew… so spicy, so fierce… drinking underage—this must violate the Federation’s laws… but damn, it feels great! Who ever trained without liquor?”

The liquor settled in his belly, warm and soothing, as threads of blood energy surged forth, beginning to forge his bones and cleanse his marrow.

“Hmm… Tiger Bone Liquor’s effect is mild, ideal for daily moderate consumption—perfect paired with spirit rice.”

“Next, the Tiger Marrow Pills!”

He poured out a black pill, shoved it into his mouth.

Roar!

In the next instant, Fang Xing’s hands curled into claws, lunging forward into the “Crouching Tiger Stance.”

In a haze, he felt himself transform into a demonic tiger, racing through the forest.

With every breath, gales followed him!

Clouds follow the dragon; winds follow the tiger!

Half an hour later, Fang Xing wiped away stinking sweat, glancing at his attribute panel:

【Second Stage: Tendons and Bones (Tendon Refinement: 77/100)】

【Crouching Tiger Stance: 15/100 (Proficient)】

“Huh? Crouching Tiger Stance improved so fast?”

Lately, Fang Xing had noticed: each time he trained Crouching Tiger Stance, his proficiency jumped by several points—unbelievably rapid progress.

Naturally, this was due to his foundation in Great Dragon Stance, and his progress in the Tendons and Bones stage.

But today, with the liquor and pills combined, Crouching Tiger Stance leapt straight from beginner to proficient.

And he’d even advanced a little within proficient—hard to imagine.

“Amazing stuff!”

“With these, I’ll probably reach ‘Expert’ level in Crouching Tiger Stance soon… then the fourth stage: ‘Tiger’s Essence!’”

Fang Xing sensed the medicinal power of the liquor and pills hadn’t fully manifested yet—instead, it had settled deep into his bones.

When he began bone tempering, his progress would accelerate even faster!

“After all, I’m still just post-heaven—slight resources are enough to push me forward.”

After finishing Crouching Tiger Stance, he picked up the Ink-Text Sword and began practicing “Ultimate Emotion Sword Form.”

Hiss!

With a casual slash, the sword’s blade flashed dark light, leaving a deep groove in the wall.

“Good sword—truly a good sword!”

He’d long known its sharpness; he’d already used it to kill.

Now, testing a few sword techniques, he felt its flow effortless, the blade aura smoother and sharper than ordinary blades.

“Of course, the Blue Star Federation has weapons crafted for warriors—various alloys, extremely precious.”

“But this Ink-Text Sword in my hand is clearly no ordinary piece…”

“If exposed, it’d almost certainly be labeled as alien contraband…”

After all, even in the interstellar age, not everyone thinks about cross-world travel.

When faced with the unknown, people still judge by their own experience.

The Ink-Text Sword’s material is unknown—it’ll likely be dismissed as alien metal, its forging technique as some alien race’s technology!

Across the vast universe, countless races exist—such scenarios are entirely plausible.

“Even so, I can’t be too flashy…”

“After all, this sword’s origin is impossible to explain.”

Fang Xing caressed the Ink-Text Sword, sighing slightly: “Chen, you’re not a true friend—why didn’t you give me another blood-refined weapon, maybe a knife?”

…

In the following period, Fang Xing reduced his trips to the other world.

Daily, he moved between school and dorm, diligently practicing, his martial arts and Crouching Tiger Stance advancing rapidly.

Occasionally, he visited Huihuang Jiangfu to spar with Gu Yun in swordplay.

Indeed, martial arts require real combat to progress—Gu Yun, though similar to him in some ways, lagged behind in every aspect, making her an ideal sparring partner.

One day.

Fang Xing and Gu Yun stood side by side before a towering silver-white building.

The structure seemed entirely forged from metal, seamless, without doors, windows, or frames.

“This is the Prevention and Control Bureau?”

Fang Xing glanced at the silver-white building, a chill creeping into his heart.

The Prevention and Control Bureau was a colossal entity in the Blue Star Federation, with branches on every planet and in every city.

In short, anything a civilian might encounter involving extraterrestrial demons fell under their jurisdiction!

“Yes, today’s my first off-campus internship—Aunt Bai will pick us up.”

Gu Yun dialed a contact. Soon, the silver-metal wall before them melted like wax, revealing a circular doorway.

Through the circular portal, more arched doorways stretched inward, layered like a thousand-layer cake.

From the overlapping arches, a professional woman slowly emerged.

She was around thirty, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, her beautiful face expressionless, stern.

Only when she saw Gu Yun did a faint smile appear: “Xiao Yun, you’re here?”

“Aunt Bai, hello! This is my classmate—Fang Xing!”

Gu Yun and Fang Xing greeted her promptly.

Fang Xing’s peripheral vision caught her name tag: “Belief Theory Department, Bai Ziling.”

“Alright, follow me.”

Bai Ziling stepped in high heels, adjusted her glasses, and turned to walk ahead.

Fang Xing followed Gu Yun, stepping into the silvery-white building.

"Every archway here corresponds to a known Outer Domain Demigod... If you carry any object belonging to an Outer Domain Demigod, or any similar contamination, it will trigger an immediate alarm."

Bai Ziling’s voice came through.

Fang Xing’s heart stirred—he had, out of caution, sent all his talismans and the Ink-Engraved Sword to another world before coming today.

I wonder if bringing them would provoke some reaction?

After passing through a dozen silvery-metal archways, Fang Xing and Gu Yun finally reached a grand hall.

Above them, a high-tech projection displayed a blue sky and white clouds; numerous staff members moved about the hall in frantic haste.

"This is... the Prevention Bureau?"

Gu Yun murmured softly when suddenly a hand rested on her shoulder: "Little sister, are you Gu Renwang’s daughter?"