Director Feng

Huo Xuan concentrated his entire physical force into a singular focus, circulating qi-blood through the Green Emperor's Heart Method. With his internal vision, every physiological shift manifested with crystalline clarity—an unparalleled advantage in cultivation.

Ordinary cultivators groped blindly through trial and error, unaware of their internal biomechanics. Thousands of attempts might never reveal the true meridian pathways.

Huo Xuan bypassed such futility—his divine perception charted optimal routes instantly.

Zhang Wu levitated rigid as a mummy—his signature Corpse Stake technique perfectly suited their confined space.

Meanwhile in Yuyang's municipal conference hall, Provincial Political and Legal Affairs Committee Secretary Feng Yulong addressed stone-faced officials:

"The Central Committee mandates rule of law. Without legal governance, economic prosperity is delusion—yet certain jurisdictions fester with criminal elements!"

Municipal delegates cursed Du Rulong's incompetence in silent fury.

Feng continued: "A Nangang couple—law-abiding citizens—endured six months of gang persecution. The husband remains bedridden from assaults."

"This cancer reflects systemic failure!" Feng's gavel-like tone drew servile nods. "How dare we occupy these seats if failing our fundamental duty?"

The municipal police chief pledged: "We'll purge Nangang's police corruption and appoint competent leadership."

Organization Department Head Zhao Weimin secretly sighed—Du's bribe-stained career would implode under scrutiny.

More shocking was the Huo family's influence: mobilizing both business magnates and provincial security chiefs.

Post-meeting banquet concluded. Feng Yulong contacted Zhuang Wen to arrange a hotel meeting with Huo Xuan in Yuyang—but all calls to Huo went unanswered.

Despite three hours of suspension torture, Huo and Zhang showed zero distress, baffling the police. Du Rulong's scheming interrogation plans shattered by Zhao Weimin's call.

"Handle the Huo case impeccably," Zhao's voice crackled with urgency. "Even I can't shield you now."

"What's happened?" Du's throat tightened, instinctively sensing the storm.

"Provincial Security Director personally demanded justice for the Huo family."

Cold sweat drenched Du Rulong. "The Director? Impossible!"

"Niu Zhenxing's political claws are out. Clean your tracks before they dig deeper."

Du's spine turned to ice. How did gutter trash connect to provincial power?

Thirty seconds post-call, Du roared: "Release them! Now!"

Fifteen minutes later in the chief's office: "Terrible misunderstanding!" Du groveled. "You're completely innocent!"

The duo exited laughing. "Save your lies for the auditors," Huo tossed over his shoulder, leaving a broken man behind.

Upon exiting the police station, Huo Xuan discovered his phone was flooded with missed calls—from Zhuang Wen, Shang Yang, and Lin Yue, all concerned about the situation. He returned each call one by one. When contacting Zhuang Wen, the latter said: ​"Brother, can you come to Yuyang tonight? Let me introduce you to my maternal uncle Feng Yulong."

"I'll come," Huo responded, recognizing Feng's invisible hand in their release.

Leaving Zhang Wu guarding Nangang, Huo departed for Yuyang—unaware Lin Jian was already contacting Green-Scalp Li's captors. Surveillance teams alerted Zhang instantly.

By the time Zhang Wu arrived, Green-Scalp Li had already arranged to meet Lin Jian at a hotel in the county town. With a cold smirk, Zhang Wu gathered his men and headed straight for the rendezvous.

The drive from Nangang County to Yuyang City took just over an hour. Night had fallen by the time Huo Xuan arrived. Following Zhuang Wen's directions, he entered a private dining room where Feng Yulong and Zhuang Wen awaited.

Zhuang Wen stood to make introductions: "Brother, this is my uncle Feng Yulong—head of the Provincial Public Security Department. When Uncle heard you cured Lele's illness, he insisted on meeting you personally."

Huo Xuan offered polite greetings while studying Feng's face. The man's sallow complexion and dull aura betrayed poor health. So that's why I'm here, he realized.

Feng Yulong chuckled. "Young Zhang, your medical skills are remarkable for someone so young."

"I'm barely a beginner," Huo Xuan said truthfully—Hua Buyi hadn't yet taught him medicine.

Feng assumed this was modesty.

After some small talk, the conversation turned to Huo Xuan's family troubles. When Huo Xuan finished recounting the events, Feng's face darkened. "Outrageous! These lawless thugs!"

"It's handled now, thanks to your intervention," Huo Xuan said.

"Any decent official would've done the same," Feng replied, slipping into bureaucratic rhetoric—a habit he couldn't shake.

Huo Xuan smiled faintly. "Uncle Feng, I notice your health seems... off. Any discomfort?"

He'd already activated his clairvoyance. While Feng's organs appeared normal, his bone marrow—especially in the ribs, femurs, and sternum—showed abnormalities: excessive yellow marrow displacing the red.

Normal adults should have red, blood-producing marrow in these areas. Its degradation could cause anemia.

Feng's eyes lit up. "Astute! For over a decade, I've suffered dizziness and anemia. Doctors just prescribe tonics—useless."

Huo Xuan nodded. "It's likely a marrow issue. You should get specialized tests."

Zhuang Wen suggested, "Brother, why don't you treat Uncle Feng?"

Huo Xuan waved his hand: "I'm not a doctor. Curing Lele last time was just luck." After a pause, he continued, "How about this—if Uncle Feng has time, come to Heyuan City in a few days. I'll ask my master to examine you."

Feng Yulong, knowing Huo Xuan's master was Hua Buyi, secretly rejoiced and said, "Then I'll trouble you, Xiao Zhang. I can go anytime these days."

Officials actually pay the most attention to their health. Even the slightest ailment must be addressed. If someone is constantly sickly, their superiors won't want to promote them. Hence the saying in official circles: "Health is an official's capital."

The reason Huo Xuan made this promise was that he remembered Professor Guo in Heyuan—he had promised to ask his master to treat his injury but hadn't fulfilled it yet.

After the meal, they exchanged phone numbers, and Feng Yulong took his leave. Huo Xuan stayed in Yuyang City that night, planning to return the next day.

That very evening, just as Lin Jian entered the hotel, the door was kicked open. Then a sharp pain struck the back of his head, his vision went black, and he knew nothing more.

The one who struck was none other than Zhang Wu. He directed his men to stuff the unconscious Lin Jian into a large suitcase, load him into a car, and take him to Huo Xuan's home, where they tied him up to await Huo Xuan's return.

Early the next morning, Zhuang Wen and Huo Xuan headed to Nangang County together. Out of courtesy, Zhuang Wen wanted to visit Huo Xuan's parents.

Upon returning to Nangang, Huo Xuan first took Zhuang Wen to see his parents. Lu Hongmei was very hospitable and insisted on preparing a meal, so Huo Xuan went to a hotel to order a table of dishes for lunch.

Coincidentally, Shang Yang called again—he had brought his wife and child to Nangang to visit Huo Xuan's parents. Huo Xuan asked Zhang Wu to accompany Zhuang Wen first while he went to greet them personally.

When Shang Yang arrived at the hotel, he immediately recognized Zhuang Wen and said with a smile, "Brother Zhuang, long time no see."

Zhuang Wen also stood up and said, "Brother Shang, is this our third meeting?"

It turned out the two had collaborated on business several times before and were acquainted.

Huo Xuan smiled and said, "Since you know each other, that saves me the introductions. Brother Shang, Brother Wen, today we drink until we drop." Then he introduced Zhang Wu to them.

Shang Yang said with a half-smile, "The name 'Fifth Master Zhang' has long thundered in my ears."

Zhang Wu snorted coldly, "Shang, what, you got a problem with me?"

Huo Xuan sensed some past conflict between them and quickly interjected, "Wu Ge, Brother Shang, do me a favor today. If there were any misunderstandings before, let's wipe the slate clean, alright?"

Shang Yang smiled faintly, "Actually, there wasn't much conflict—just some minor business friction."

Zhang Wu, being straightforward, said, "Since you're my brother's friend, say no more. I'll act like the past never happened. Jiangzhou is full of opportunities—we can collaborate more in the future."

Back in Jiangzhou, the two had clashed over competing for a piece of land, leading to bad blood. But that was in the past, and now both wanted to bury the hatchet for mutual benefit.

As they chatted, Xiaolong, who had been sitting in Mrs. Shang's arms the whole time, suddenly said, "Uncle, will you be my godfather?"