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On the hospital bed.

Wei Xia opened his eyes, and he had just learned that before he was attacked, his driver had also been assaulted.

“Has there been no word from the Night Patrol Department?”

He turned his head to look at the middle-aged butler standing in front of him, somewhat puzzled and apprehensive.

It was not his first time being ambushed.

But to be ambushed right at his doorstep this time was preposterous.

Especially the ferocity and decisiveness of the attacker, which still made Wei Xia feel uneasy.

The middle-aged butler shook his head helplessly, “The perpetrator is very skilled at hiding. We suspect that the attack was disguised as a robbery, as a warning to the Wei Family.”

Wei Xia narrowed his eyes, “What does the Bronze Association say?”

The middle-aged butler spoke softly, “Teacher Chang has heard about this and told you to rest and recover without worry. Additionally, your father has learned about the Blood-red Carp matter and has personally paid to replace the lost quantity.”

Wei Xia’s expression suddenly became astonished, “Am I supposed to just take this beating for nothing?”

The middle-aged butler shook his head, “The matter is still under investigation, and once we have a lead, the perpetrator will be severely punished. You can rest assured on this matter, Young Master!”

“Rest assured? How do you expect me to rest assured? We haven’t even caught a glimpse of the perpetrator… Check the route I was on, what about the surveillance? How many people have passed through that surveillance? Check them one by one!” Wei Xia exclaimed hysterically.

The middle-aged butler quickly tried to calm him, “Young Master, please don’t be agitated. We have already made contact with Sky God International. After all, the lost documents involve cooperation between us, and they’ve accepted to deal with it… You may not be aware, but the documents carry Sky God International’s proprietary tracking source. I believe the person will be caught soon.”

Upon hearing this, Wei Xia’s expression finally eased, and he spoke word by word, “After catching the person, hand them over to me for disposal.”

“Of course.”

Shadows crept over the night.

Pei Jinye was sitting cross-legged in the rented room, cultivating the [Great Dream Of Thousands Of Autumns].

His spiritual power woven into complex routes progressed steadily, and his own spiritual power surged like a torrent.

Now in his cultivation, he was increasingly realizing that every increment of data, even to the precision of 0.1, was incredibly hard to break through.

“Is this what they call a bottleneck?”

Pei Jinye slowly opened his eyes.

Noticed the prompt of spiritual power.

[10.2-10.9]

He had managed to improve by 0.1, a rare occurrence, but this was already his limit. He felt powerless even thinking about reaching 11.

“Where does the problem lie?”

He remembered the messages he had received.

Neither Jin Wuji from Sky God International nor the special member from the Federation had ever encountered this problem.

Of course, it was related to them not having reached their own limits yet.

Not coming up with any explanation, Pei Jinye immediately took out his phone and sent a message to Ice Sister.

[Ice Sister, have you ever encountered a cultivation bottleneck? How did you solve it?]

After sending the message.

Pei Jinye noticed that it was nearly midnight, a time when only night owls would be up.

As expected, he didn’t receive a reply from Ice Sister. Pei Jinye could do nothing but sit cross-legged and continue trying.

“The Great Dream… Wait, what’s that smell?”

Pei Jinye had always been cautious and very sensitive to changes in the scent of the room.

Under the perception of spiritual power.

He immediately focused his gaze on a brown briefcase not far away.

A bad premonition arose in his mind.

Wearing protective gloves, he opened the brown briefcase, and a barely noticeable scent indeed became much stronger.

Pei Jinye withdrew his perception, and the scents vanished without a trace.

“These papers carry a tracking source!”

Pei Jinye’s heart chilled.

Cursed himself for his carelessness.

With his power expanded, he had relied too much on his current identity as a high school student… Still not cautious enough.

Discovering and dealing with a tracking source… was a compulsory subject in the advanced courses of the Federation.

It had definitively appeared in his memory.

However, with the incidents he usually handled, he seldom came across such tracking sources.

First, because these tracking sources are rare; second, because only a few, certainly spiritual power specialists, could use them.

Pei Jinye nonchalantly shoved all the documents back into the briefcase.

With an austere expression, he stared at the briefcase, deep in thought.

“First, the matter with Wei Xia must have reached some ears by now; are they beginning to track?”

“Second, it’s currently 11:52 PM, almost three hours since Wei Xia and I have parted… and during this time, they haven’t shown themselves, which means they haven’t acted immediately… Perhaps they are in the process of acting.”

“I can’t be too hopeful… Good thing I didn’t just throw it in the garbage bin downstairs.”

Pei Jinye quickly changed into a different outfit and picked up the briefcase.

After a moment of contemplation, he swiftly leaped out of the window.

At midnight, the busy pedestrian street in the city center was bustling with people coming and going.

A floating car came to a gentle stop at the street corner.

“Any progress on the tracking?” A blue-haired young man with a cross-shaped scar on his forehead, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned his head to ask.

A slender, scholarly young man with glasses on the passenger side touched his specs, shut his eyes to feel the surroundings…

Suddenly, he opened them.

Pointing to one side, he said confidently, “That person has been here, drive towards the left alley… I’m feeling we’re getting closer!”

The night wind swept up the fallen leaves on the streets.

The iron shutter door of a nearby low-rise building trembled in the cold.

The closer to the secluded outskirts, shrouded in fog, the more the scratching sounds of dry leaves on the cold ground added a touch of desolation to the air.