Chapter 71: Chapter 71

"Consider this a lesson! In the future, don’t look down on others, or you might hit a steel plate!" Zhang Xiaohao said.

After speaking, he walked over to Zhang Jing’s side.

Up close, he scrutinized the perfectly white skin before his eyes; the visual impact was truly intense!

Like white jade, smooth and even, the skin was dusted with a pale, moonlit glow, akin to a rosy sunset, ravishing and captivating, full of infinite allure.

Zhang Xiaohao swallowed hard, feeling a heat in his lower belly; his manhood stood tall and proud, itching to charge forward and decisively vanquish the enemy!

Mrs. Zhang stood quietly to the side, watching Zhang Xiaohao brazenly admire his daughter’s beautiful body, yet she dared not utter a word, fearing to provoke his displeasure again. The recent lesson was still vivid in her mind.

Zhang Xiaohao took a deep breath, though the beauty was enchanting, now was not the time to admire.

Holding a needle, he quickly activated the Shennong Battle Sky Technique. Golden True Qi appeared on his body, and as he applied the Heaven-defying First Needle, golden Shennong True Qi swirled around the silver needle, quickly targeting Zhang Jing’s Tianling acupoint on her forehead.

As he performed the Ancient Heaven-defying First Needle, Zhang Xiaohao instinctively stepped back, stomping the ground to steady himself.

At the same time, beads of sweat the size of soybeans formed on his forehead, dripping down to the floor.

Suddenly, a palm flashed quickly, and Zhang Xiaohao held a second silver needle, applying the Heavenly Reversal Second Needle, targeting Zhang Jing’s Yin Yang Acupoint in the middle of her abdomen and quickly piercing it.

As the second needle went in, the unconscious Zhang Jing emitted a muffled moan, and her pale face swiftly flushed with a healthy color. Dıscover more novels at 𝕟𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕝※𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕖※𝕟𝕖𝕥

"It looks like I need to use the third needle after all!" muttered Zhang Xiaohao to himself with a wry smile, his eyes narrowing with a fleeting cold gleam. Swiftly, he grasped another silver needle and channeled the Shennong True Qi rapidly in his body, targeting Zhang Jing’s heart.

A miraculous scene unfolded; as the third needle went in, the scar on Zhang Jing’s chest completely vanished, leaving her skin clear and sparkling as if it had never been marred.

Simultaneously, the unconscious Zhang Jing also woke up groggily.

"Huh? Where am I?" Zhang Jing opened her eyes, blinking her large, lustrous eyes, and spoke in confusion.

Suddenly, she realized her current state—she was stark naked, not a stitch on her.

And that bastard, Zhang Xiaohao, was still standing right in front of her, his detestable gaze fixed scorchingly on her chest.

Oh, how furious she felt! Without a second thought, Zhang Jing raised her hand and slapped him squarely across the face.

"Damn it! Are you a dog? I saved your life out of goodwill, and instead of being grateful, you bite the hand that feeds you! If I had known this would happen, I should have just let you die," Zhang Xiaohao exclaimed as he jumped back to avoid the hit, speaking irritably.

In his voice, however, was a hint of pale weakness that the two women present failed to notice.

"Ah! Xiao Jing, you’re finally awake; you scared me to death! Once your injuries heal, we’ll stop being police officers..." Mrs. Zhang cried out hurriedly and rushed forward.

Zhang Xiaohao beat her to it, rushing forward and pulling out the three silver needles from Zhang Jing’s body before she could react.

Looking at the approaching Mrs. Zhang, Zhang Xiaohao instructed seriously, "Her body has just recovered and she needs a proper period of recuperation. Let Divine Doctor Mo prescribe some medicine for her to restore her health."

Having said that, Zhang Xiaohao stepped aside to make room for Mrs. Zhang.

"Thank you!" Mrs. Zhang expressed her gratitude solemnly.

She picked up the clothes and helped Xiao Jing put them on. Once Xiao Jing was dressed, Xiaohao took the towel stained with evil blood, opened the door, and stepped out.

"Ah! Xiaohao, how is Xiao Jing doing?"

"Miracle Doctor Zhang, how is my daughter now?"

"Master, the young lady inside must have awakened by now!"

As soon as Xiaohao came out, the crowd waiting outside immediately asked anxiously.

Xiaohao’s gaze swept over Cheng Tianxue and the others, pondered for a moment, and said, "She has awakened, you can go in and see for yourselves!"

After speaking, Xiaohao looked at Divine Doctor Mo and said, "Prepare a quiet room for me."

"Yes, Master!" Divine Doctor Mo responded with reverence, leading Xiaohao to a deluxe bedroom in the inner courtyard.

"This is the place, Master. Do you find it satisfactory?" Divine Doctor Mo asked, pointing at a room that was opulently decorated, spacious, and bright.

"It’s fine! Without my orders, let no one disturb me! If Tianxue or the others ask, just tell them I had to go back first," Xiaohao instructed.

"Yes, Master!" Divine Doctor Mo replied respectfully, then withdrew.

Once inside the room, he locked the door securely.

Xiaohao immediately went to the center, placed the evil blood-stained towel on the table, and sat down in a five-hearts-to-the-sky meditative posture with legs crossed.

He channeled the Shennong Battle Sky Technique with all his might, frantically absorbing nature’s spiritual energy from the air to replenish the True Qi he had used up...

When cultivating, time flies unnoticed, and before he knew it, evening had arrived.

Xiaohao, who had been in meditation, suddenly opened his eyes, ended his cultivation, and stood up.

He stretched his limbs a bit. Sitting in such a posture for a long time, he felt not in the least fatigued but more refreshed instead—a benefit of cultivation.

"My spirit and vigor have mostly recovered. It’s time to find the mastermind behind this and seek justice for Xiao Jing!" Xiaohao murmured coldly, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

He took out a yellowed piece of paper from the Shennong Ring.

Despite its small size, this yellow paper was carefully crafted by Xiaohao, infused with many high-grade materials. Even this single piece of ordinary-looking paper fetched a price of a hundred thousand yuan—and that was with demand far exceeding supply.

Xiaohao’s hands danced swiftly as he folded the piece of paper into a miniaturized version of a small dog.

The small dog, complete with nose and eyes, looked almost real.

He placed the mini dog on the ground. A spark of brilliance flashed in Xiaohao’s eyes as he swiftly bit his index finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and again used the frustrating Three Pure Daoist Skill.

"With fresh blood as a medium, and Daoist skill to summon spirits, Spirit Summoning Technique, activate!" Xiaohao roared with a commanding voice.

Pushing his hands towards the void, an ethereal spell, along with the drop of blood, was infused into the paper-crafted dog’s body.

Then, a bizarre scene unfolded.

As the blood and spell entered the body of the paper dog, the dog shook its head in an almost human-like fashion, moved its limbs, and then, surprisingly, it sat down on the spot and scratched the back of its head with one paw.