Chapter 46 is hard to guess: "Your name is Bai Yuan? The Yuan from 'paper kite'?"...

That night, a group of young men dressed in identical Taoist robes entered Baohe Hall in an orderly fashion.

Lu Bing had just finished bandaging his back injury with Doctor He and got dressed when he saw one after another young men in white robes filing in through a small door. In no time, they filled the small clinic to the brim, leaving Lu Bing somewhat dumbfounded.

These handsome young men were cultivators from the Taihang Dao sect. Lu Binghe and the others had met during the day, so he naturally recognized them: "This..."

He was about to say, "There are too many of you! What are you planning to do, surround Baohetang?"

Instead of surrounding Baohe Hall, the boys surrounded him and Doctor He in the center.

Lu Bing felt a little flustered being surrounded by this group of cultivators, wondering if he had offended someone. But when he opened his mouth, he saw one of the young men carrying the unconscious Zhou Yaren on his back and placing her on the sickbed next to Lu Bing.

Zhou Yaren's blue dress was stained with patches of blood, and bloodstains also hung from the corners of her mouth and chin, but her face was as white as ice and snow.

"Ya Ren?!" Lu Bing suddenly sat up from the couch, the sudden movement aggravating his back injury, causing him to grimace in pain. "What happened to him? Wasn't he recuperating at my house? Why did you have to carry him here?"

As he spoke, he scanned the faces of the crowd, his gaze finally settling on the face of a man covered in ugly scars. Lu Bing gasped – he still felt very uncomfortable, and looking at him again was still incredibly creepy.

"What happened? Why does he seem to be even more seriously injured? Did my father hit him? Did he even vomit blood? No way, how could my father possibly lay a hand on him!" It was even less likely that his grandmother would do that. Her slap was as light as a caress, and it wouldn't hurt anyone.

“No,” Li Liuyun said calmly, “He just broke through a formation.”

"Break through a formation? What formation? Where's there a formation? My house doesn't have any formations!"

"The Ghost Government Office," Li Liuyun said succinctly. "It's dangerous there."

Lu Bing's breath hitched in his throat. He knew the danger all too well: "No, he's already half-dead from injuries. Why isn't he sleeping in bed in the middle of the night? Why is he out there running off to that godforsaken place to cause trouble?!"

"Something's happened at the Ghost Office."

Lu Bing bluntly stated, "Weren't you all guarding the Ghost Gate the whole time? What could possibly happen? Even if something did happen, the Taoist priests would be there to keep things under control. Why would we need Zhou Yaren, an injured person, to go and cause trouble?"

One of the boys blurted out, "We were indeed able to suppress it, but Ting Fengzhi suddenly barged in halfway and dismantled our formation."

Lu Bing was baffled: "Why would he dismantle your formation?"

Everyone's gazes swept towards Bai Yuan beside them, but they seemed to dare not look at him for long, all looking away as if they were holding back some unspeakable secret, and for a moment they did not know how to answer.

The atmosphere was rather strange.

It was already incredibly strange that this group of cultivators had come along with this evil spirit, but no one said a word. Everyone was unsure and very puzzled as to why this evil spirit wasn't taking the opportunity to run away and was following them.

It's impossible that they walked right into a trap.

The evil spirit stood by, its eyes fixed on Doctor He undressing Zhou Yaren, yet its gaze was somewhat vacant. If it were concerned about Ting Fengzhi's injuries, it maintained a cold, indifferent demeanor, appearing utterly aloof.

Doctor He couldn't help but mutter, "Oh dear, how come the injuries are so severe again? All the bandaged wounds have reopened. Why are you all acting so recklessly, not taking medical advice seriously? If this continues, even if I were a god, I couldn't cure you..."

Lu Bing, who was impatient, had already been bombarded with nagging, and urged impatiently, "Hurry up and stop his bleeding!"

He Langzhong turned around and roared, "You lie still! If you open your wound again, I will never bandage it for you. I won't be able to keep up with this all night."

Lu Bingying was scolded and dared not talk back. He obediently lay back on the sickbed like a grandson.

As Doctor He was about to fetch the medicine, he turned around and bumped into a wall of people. He glanced at the crowded clinic and said politely, "All of you Taoist priests are also injured. Are you here for treatment?"

It was obvious that all the Taihang Dao disciples had also been injured. Apart from a few who were seriously injured by Bai Yuan, the others only had minor abrasions and scrapes, which could be healed with some of their own liniment, without needing to trouble Doctor He for treatment.

It's true that having so many people crammed into the clinic is inconvenient, but with the evil spirit here, what if she suddenly becomes ferocious and starts chewing up and swallowing Dr. He's name? Of course, they have to keep a close eye on her.

Therefore, they kept a close watch on the evil spirit, while the evil spirit stared at Zhou Yaren, who was being manipulated by Doctor He, each pondering their own schemes and plots.

By the time Doctor He finished his work and bandaged up the broken bones of his disciples, it was already broad daylight. But all the disciples remained standing like a human wall in the clinic's main hall, unmoved and as steady as old dogs.

Even if the injured person sent here is some important figure, is it really necessary to have so many people standing guard here?

"We've been on guard all night...aren't you all going to rest?" Doctor He finally realized that the atmosphere was a bit strange. "He's fine, everyone don't need to worry, go back and rest."

However, no one answered.

Lu Bing had long noticed the unusual atmosphere in the air. His gaze swept back and forth across the group of people. He found that all the cultivators of Taihang Dao were standing taut, gripping their swords tightly without letting up for a moment. It was as if they were facing off, guarding against thieves, or even facing a formidable enemy. In short, the undercurrents were turbulent and the atmosphere was quite complex.

Lu Bing was hard to guess, and under this oppressive atmosphere, he dared not even breathe.

Suddenly, Bai Yuan, who was inside the human wall, moved.

All the Taihang Dao disciples stood at attention, and their swords were raised half an inch in unison.

Lu Bing was secretly alarmed: Was this going to involve swords? What was the grudge between them?

However, Bai Yuan merely smoothed out a crease on her sleeve, which caused everyone present to become extremely suspicious. She suddenly found a bit of amusement, because the way these teenagers were so paranoid was quite amusing: "What's the big deal?"

One of the teenagers retorted, "Who's nervous?!"

Bai Yuan glanced at him casually.

The icy gaze was like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. The boy, not being experienced enough, almost shivered on the spot as if frozen, and his previous arrogance was completely extinguished.

This evil spirit is terrifying.

When Zhou Yaren groggily woke up, she felt that the room was filled with calm breathing. There were people all around her, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

"Yajin, you're awake."

That's Lu Bing's voice.

"One can know by listening to the wind."

This is Li Liuyun.

“You…” Zhou Yaren was slightly surprised, her voice a little hoarse as she spoke, “…you’re all here.”

Bai Yuan possessed a unique, chilling aura that was easily discernible; even without uttering a sound, Zhou Yaren could sense her location.

Zhou Yaren breathed a slight sigh of relief, relieved that she was still there.

So after the incident, this group of people gathered together again without missing a single one.

He knew perfectly well what all the disciples of Taihang Dao were worried about. Zhou Yaren turned to Liuyun and said, "Liuyun, let everyone go back to the inn to rest."

"Can you handle it?" Li Liuyun's words were loaded with meaning; what he needed to deal with was naturally the evil spirit that was suppressing the scene.

"Don't worry." He said before rushing into the great array of laws, asking Taihang Dao to hand over the white grievance to him. Li Liuyun obviously agreed, which is why he removed the sword array at the last moment. "I also want to thank all the young fellow Daoists for saving me, otherwise I would have lost my life last night."

The Taihang Sect disciple was flattered and quickly bowed in return, saying, "Tingfengzhi, there's no need to be so polite." But the young disciple, still quite immature, pressed on without hesitation, "But why did you dismantle our formation?"

That's a good question. All my fellow disciples are very curious and eagerly awaiting Tingfengzhi's answer.

However, in front of the person in question, Zhou Yaren declined to say more: "I will definitely give everyone an explanation later."

Then, with a few words, he sent everyone back to the inn. As the disciples left, they looked back every few steps, clearly not comfortable leaving him and the evil spirit behind.

On the way, he said anxiously, "Won't something happen if we just leave like this? Tingfengzhi is injured again."

Although Li Liuyun was uneasy, he vaguely felt that Tingfengzhi had some connection with that evil spirit, otherwise he wouldn't have risked his life to break the formation.

Perhaps it was for the sake of the Yin Sui...

Or as he put it: Compared to your reckless actions that have led to an uncontrollable situation, I think my approach is definitely more appropriate.

Let's leave it at that for now.

All the Taihang Dao disciples withdrew, leaving Baohe Hall suddenly empty. Lu Bing impatiently leaned forward and asked, "What exactly happened to you...?"

“Lu Bing,” Zhou Yaren interrupted him, “I have something I want to talk to Bai Yuan about alone.”

"With whom?" Lu Bing didn't react for a moment. "Bai what? Yuan? Who? Her?" Lu Bing looked at the upright person opposite him. "Your name is Bai Yuan? The Yuan from 'paper kite'?"

“Never mind any injustice,” Zhou Yaren urged, “You didn’t go home last night, do you know how worried your grandmother is?”

“I know, I later asked the manager of Baohetang to go back and tell him, but guess who I ran into when I went to chase after Qin San last night…”

Zhou Yaren doesn't care about anyone else at all: "We can talk about this later. I want to talk to Bai Yuan first."

Lu Bing paused, feeling somewhat annoyed by Zhou Yaren's words. But then he thought again that his matter wasn't urgent; perhaps Zhou Yaren and this woman named Bai Yuan had something more important to discuss. However, he secretly questioned what could be more important than the case? And why was he being asked to stay away and have a secret meeting behind his back?

Lu Bing was quite annoyed: "Then I'll leave?"

Zhou Yaren nodded, looking as if she was just waiting for him to leave.

Lu Bing felt a sharp pang of heartache and reluctantly stood up, supporting himself on the wound under his ribs: "Then I'll go!"

Zhou Yaren noticed something and called out to him, "Have you hurt yourself again?"

"Hey!" You finally noticed me. At least you have some conscience. Lu Bing waved his hand. "I just got pricked last night. It wasn't a deep cut. We're really in the same boat. I'll tell you the details later."

So you have to wait in line to talk to Zhou Yaren.

Lu Bingyi swayed and staggered to the backyard of Baohetang to watch Doctor He yawning as he instructed his young apprentice on how to prepare the herbal medicine.

Only Zhou Yaren and Bai Yuan remained in the clinic, and neither of them spoke first.

After a brief standoff, Bai Yuan sat down on a chair next to the medicine table and said casually, "Actually, I'm quite puzzled too. Why did you dismantle their formation?"

Bai Yuan said with a hint of sarcasm, "Weren't you still suspicious and doubtful yesterday, even putting talisman ash into my medicine powder? How come you're suddenly rushing to the Ghost Bureau to help me? What's going on here?"