"It's not difficult at all, it's just my duty."

The Spirit Suppression Bureau manages all the spirits and creatures in the world, preventing them from recklessly disrupting the order of humankind.

For the creatures that have been registered, the Spirit Suppression Division is like an invisible hand, constantly watching the every move of these spirits and monsters.

Once any transgression or signs of harm to human society are discovered, the Spirit Suppression Division will not hesitate to intervene to ensure that peace and stability in the world are maintained.

No living being can escape the jurisdiction of the Spirit Suppression Division.

However, there are always those who try to hide and are unruly.

Yin Huaizhu paused, her eyes devoid of emotion as she looked at the old mountain god.

"I'm here today to make a deal with the old man..."

Upon hearing this, the old mountain god raised his head and looked directly at Yin Huaizhu with a smile.

"You flatter me, Master. Although the chiefs of the Spirit Suppression Division have all been mortals, they are all people outside the secular world, not bound by worldly rules. They can be said to be outside the Three Realms and outside the Five Elements. How could I possibly be of any help to you, Master?"

Yin Huaizhu simply looked at him calmly upon hearing this.

His eyes were deep and calm, and there was even a slight smile on his lips.

However, the invisible aura emanating from him suppressed all the monsters, who dared not utter a sound.

Yin Huaizhu felt that the fact that he hadn't directly cleared out the forest today, but instead had someone take it back to register it, was already a sign of courtesy.

He dislikes people who refuse a toast when offered one and are forced to drink a penalty shot when asked to do so.

Under this invisible aura.

Some low-level spirits even transformed into their original forms and rolled on the ground, too afraid to move.

Yin Huaizhu possessed an innate sense of oppression that posed a threat to them.

This oppressive feeling was something even the old mountain god could not escape.

The old mountain god slowly bowed: "Master, please speak..."

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The weather is fine and sunny; spring is coming to an end.

The entrance to a large exhibition hall was bustling with activity, with crowds thronging the area.

The people here dress and groom themselves in an unusual way, incredibly flamboyant, yet strikingly beautiful.

The sounds of laughter and conversation from passersby drifted into Hang Sui Sui's ears.

A large fluttering moth passed right in front of Hang Suisui.

I just heard someone say her name is Diao Chan?

Hang Suisui sat under the flower bed next to many people, looking at each flower and finding it all incredibly novel and dazzling.

As her gaze swept across a small landmine carrying a cannon across the way, she felt someone touch her arm.

"Hey beautiful, could you watch my things for me while I go to the restroom? Thanks!"

After he finished speaking, the person next to him clutched his stomach and ran away.

Hang Sui Sui looked down.

The small stall on the ground had a lot of things on it.

Tokens, posters, bells, bracelets, even jade pendants and hairpins were available.

Hang Suisui sat in front of the stall, casually picked up a bracelet and looked at it in front of her eyes.

No wonder they ran away so confidently.

None of them are valuable.