Chapter 147: Fuli! Fuli! Fuli!

The Longevity Club is a corporation led by a powerful family, uniting old money and new elites into a multinational conglomerate.

Everyone contributes either people or money; their sole purpose is to unravel the secret of immortality.

No matter how fiercely they argue outside or compete in the business world, they all share one common, revered dream: immortality. In this ideal, all their interests align.

Lin's Grand Elder said: "Anyone or any group that tries to obstruct them will face powerful sanctions and suppression from all sides."

Overseas, wealth equals influence; the Longevity Club has even launched small-scale wars in certain regions over a single spirit beast.

Upon hearing this, Lin Ying froze: "Is it really necessary?"

"A substance extracted from spirit beasts, when injected into the body, can unconditionally slow human aging—and according to telomerase activity monitoring, it effectively extends life by ten years."

"An elderly billionaire, bedridden, living day by day, driven mad by wealth—what terrible evil thoughts might he conjure? It's beyond what normal people can imagine."

"They possess power, influence, vast wealth, and a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity before them." Lin's Grand Elder spoke with a tone of awe, as if recalling a memory: "A 107-year-old ghost, after receiving the spirit beast extract, immediately sought out a strong, healthy male specimen."

"As if desperate to devour him, he then transferred nearly seven hundred million dollars to the Longevity Club under the guise of charity from his trust fund."

The example Lin's Grand Elder gave Lin Ying might seem a bit crude.

But this incident happened not long ago.

The restored eighty-year-old witch, upon returning from the gates of hell, immediately unleashed her greed and, alongside other members, purged rebellious family members.

She was dying.

Her descendants had carved out their own fiefdoms across corporate departments, vying for her inheritance.

But after regaining youth and experiencing its pleasures, she turned her blade on her own offspring, reclaiming all lost power and wealth.

Her fashion empire needed no heir; her will needed no one to carry it forward.

She would endure forever.

She would be the eternal queen of fashion.

These demons who crawled back from hell, once certain of immortality, underwent a complete upheaval in their worldview—some families, originally built on weapons manufacturing, now offered unlimited firepower.

Their only demand: any member who captures a spirit beast must share a portion with them.

"Though I am a member here, I don't know how far their tentacles reach. Anyone who tries to stop those demons will be retaliated against." Lin's Grand Elder said: "In Xia Country, if anyone asks you about the Longevity Club or its internal information, you—"

"Although Grandfather is a member here, I don't know how far their tentacles reach—any attempt to stop those demons will invite retaliation," said Lin's Grandfather. "In Xia Country, if anyone asks you about the Longevity Club or its internal information, you—"

Just as Lin's Grand Elder was about to speak, warning Lin Ying to be careful,

a thunderous explosion cut him off.

A thunderous boom cut off his words.

A piercing, animalistic roar echoed through Lin Ying's phone straight into Lin's Grand Elder's ears.

Lin Ying and Lin's Grand Elder both froze, the inhuman shriek ringing in their minds.

Lin Ying and Lin's Grandfather both froze, the unearthly shriek echoing in their minds.

Alarms blared urgently. The guards outside the private room turned pale, forgot everything else, and smashed through the door:

"This is not a drill, nor is it a tactic by Director Yang to attract investment. Repeating: this is not a drill or investment ploy—a spirit beast has escaped from the institute. Follow me to shelter immediately."

Lin Ying's face showed shock, but she quickly followed the soldier out.

On the way to the shelter, Lin Ying saw Chen Zhiyu, Director Yang, and other researchers who had accompanied them earlier that morning.

On the way to the shelter, Lin Ying saw Chen Zhiyu, Yang Su, and other researchers who had accompanied them earlier that morning during their visit to the institute.

Their faces showed little panic—as if they were used to this.

"Miss Lin, don't worry. Our institute has the most advanced defense systems. This is probably just a spirit beast challenging the dominant one. It'll be beaten into submission soon."

Director Yang, though heading for shelter, spoke calmly to Lin Ying.

Spirit beast escapes are not routine, but they occur periodically. Most times, the institute's dominant beast simply swats the intruder down.

Although spirit beast escapes were uncommon at the institute, they still occurred periodically; most often, the institute's dominant force would simply crush them.

Still, all required procedures are strictly followed.

After all, a spirit beast's body is as devastating as a construction vehicle crashing into you.

After all, a spirit beast's body was no less devastating than a construction vehicle crashing into a person.

The piercing roar did not stop. Director Yang suddenly felt uneasy.

"Does your institute have a fox spirit beast?" Lin Ying asked Director Yang.

"Yes, but that fennec fox was brought from the zoo—it shouldn't have the strength to challenge the dominant beast." As he spoke, Director Yang already sensed something wrong.

That shriek might not have been a warning call from any researcher.

That piercing shriek may not have come from any researcher at the institute.

A deafening explosion reverberated through the guesthouse.

"That's a rocket launcher," one of the soldiers escorting Director Yang muttered.

"That's the sound of a rocket launcher," said the soldier escorting Yang Su, speaking instinctively.

A hissing, serpentine cry of pain echoed intermittently into the guesthouse.

"How could a snake? Did Jin Long lose?" Director Yang's face turned pale. The dominant spirit beast assigned to guard the institute was a massive, sandy-colored desert monitor lizard—so powerful the researchers called him Grandpa Jin Long.

He'd never lost. Three punches cured the wild boar's rage in Shou Gou Jian.

A single tail swipe dragged the alligator of the Chang Le River back from its dream of dominance to harsh reality.

Now Grandpa Jin Long lost?

"Fuli!"

After a chorus of spirit beast screams, the inhuman roar rang above the guesthouse.

A young man in a patient's gown dropped from above, landing barefoot on the guesthouse floor, shattering it instantly before the group fleeing to shelter.

Large chunks of rubble, rebar, and cement dust rained down with a rustling sound.

The man in the patient's gown stood atop the ruins, his expression wildly ecstatic—his sclera glowed with rainbow hues.

He spread his arms, blocking the group's path, his eyes bulging outward, the rainbow rings around his eyes resembling tree rings.

He spread his arms, blocking the group ahead, his eyes bulging outward, the concentric rainbow-colored sclera swirling like tree rings.

His gaze fixed on Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu.

He sensed a familiar aura on them.

That same aura had once unleashed unchecked malice against him, as if trying to destroy him.

Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu's faces changed—they understood what the man meant by "Fuli."

Lin Ying and Chen Zhiyu's expressions changed—they suddenly understood what the man meant by "Fuli."

The patient leapt violently, his limbs stiff as he crashed to the ground, circling wildly like a madman searching for something—but he found nothing, and his despair was palpable.

The patient leapt violently, stiff limbs slamming onto the ground before them. He staggered in circles, eyes wild, as if searching for something—but he was utterly disappointed, finding nothing he sought.

That strange thing, lacking any human logic, didn't exit through doors or windows. It planted its feet on the ground, smashed straight through the roof with a headbutt, leapt up five stories, then launched itself out of the institute.

Amid swirling dust, Lin Ying slowly turned her gaze to Director Yang.

Director Yang: "..."

So… can we still talk about investment? You saw how dangerous that thing was.

Lin Ying turned away, her eyes fixed on the direction the strange patient had fled, silently thinking:

"Little Fuli, did you bring your phone?"

"That possessed patient clearly targeted you, Master Fuli."

Lin Ying's silent inner muttering instantly manifested as a wish in An Sheng's mind.

Lin Ying's silent inner whisper instantly materialized as a wish in An Sheng's mind.

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