Furthermore, I learned from Senior Sister Deng what kind of impact the cultivation techniques I submitted had on the country.

The overall combat effectiveness of the entire public security system increased by at least 30% because of one of my cultivation techniques.

Our Spirit Ghost Sect's techniques develop quickly in terms of combat effectiveness and can be easily passed down.

Therefore, even those who are not from our sect will learn some of our techniques, but their combat strength develops quickly.

Therefore, it is mostly the first choice for people without any background, and many frontline workers are injured and unable to continue fighting.

Originally, these police officers, whose life-bound spirits were injured and forced to retire from active service, would have been supported by the state.

Not only can I not help anymore, but I'm also a huge burden. But now, because of me...

A large number of them who did not give up on treatment were able to start their training anew and return to frontline work.

Moreover, a number of people emerged who were able to break through and rise to a higher level.

After all, to persist in training despite being seriously injured and with no way forward,

People who never give up hope possess an incredibly strong will.

Upon acquiring a new cultivation technique, most of them received feedback from their will, enabling them to advance to the third realm of Grandmaster.

Several individuals even advanced to the fourth realm of Grandmaster, significantly strengthening the public security system's capabilities.

In recent times, they have frequently taken action, eliminating many organizations that they knew about but could only let go due to insufficient combat power.

The secret technique I revealed this time, which involves summoning the power of my ancestors through bloodline, has also been blocked by the state.

After all, there are countless families in China with a capable ancestor, and even more opportunities to make a difference. When I return this time, my master should finally have something to say.

Actually, I was already prepared to reveal this secret technique this time; this is the price of lacking a solid foundation.

Things that are targeted by others are often hard to keep; otherwise, you would find that everything you do is fraught with obstacles.

The atmosphere at the dinner table was actually a bit awkward, but my deliberate attempts to get closer to them eased the tension considerably, since both sides were trying to be friendly.

There was originally no conflict of interest involved. Senior Wu only asked me to meet him and get acquainted with him. If Lao Huang and the others hadn't given me the cold shoulder, everything would have been perfect.

The meal didn't last long before Senior Sister Deng realized we had been traveling a long way.

We agreed to get together sometime later, so I took Lao Huang and the other guy home.

When I left the hotel, I saw a crowd gathered in the parking lot. It seemed like something had happened to Wen Ge and his group, and they had gotten into some kind of conflict.

I just want to get some rest and don't want to deal with all this mess anymore, so I squeezed in.

After we made our way through the crowd to the middle, we saw the hotel's security team maintaining order around the perimeter.

In the middle were Wen Ge and his group, along with another group of people. A security guard in front of me tried to stop me from entering.

I punched him in the stomach, and he immediately knelt on the ground, vomiting violently. The commotion attracted everyone's attention.

The head security captain, still glaring at him and trying to cause trouble, had his cap badge severed by Old Huang's sword strike, which frightened him so much that he immediately stopped moving forward.

Only then did the lobby manager seem to notice me, immediately greeting me with a beaming smile.

As he walked, he said, "Oh, it's good that you're here, Fourth Young Master. Quickly apologize to him, or things will get complicated."

After he finished speaking, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead with the handkerchief in his hand.