The question of whether this sword or this strike is superior would soon be answered. With a system task in place, Zhang Yang was acutely aware that he and Chu Yuntian were destined to meet; failure to fight was not an option if he wished to complete his mission.

After seeing Mi Xue off, Long Feng drove away from the villa alone. Yesterday, Zhang Yang had promised Zhui Feng and Shan Dian that he would take them out for a proper romp today, allowing them to play to their hearts' content, so today he could only begin by taking them out.

The Essence Blood Pills needed to be prepared as soon as possible, and the task of sourcing the medicinal ingredients fell upon Long Feng. The procurement and preparation of the auxiliary ingredients for the Essence Blood Pills also needed to be expedited; the time limit for the task was ten days, yet nobody knew exactly on which day he would encounter Chu Yuntian.

These few days, he could only proceed with extreme caution, ensuring he was fully prepared even when stepping outside. "Chirp chirp chirp!" Zhang Yang took the three little ones to the mountains on the other side of West Lake, an area sparsely populated and quiet, perfect for the trio to let loose.

The moment they arrived, Wu Ying leaped down, calling out joyfully. Here, Zhui Feng’s spirits were visibly much higher than before, constantly galloping through the dense woods of the mountains.

Ordinary horses would be unable to navigate this type of terrain, but it posed no difficulty for Zhui Feng. They played warily for an entire day, and only after returning safely did Zhang Yang let out a small sigh of relief.

He had genuinely feared encountering that formidable Demonic Dao expert on the very first day. Zhui Feng and the others had not fully recovered from their injuries today, and he himself was not in peak condition; meeting the enemy now would not be advantageous.

Long Feng had already collected all the auxiliary ingredients required for the Essence Blood Pills. Essence Blood Pills were different from other spiritual medicines.

Their most crucial main ingredient was the essence blood of a spirit beast; the age of the auxiliary ingredients didn't matter as much, as virtually all the energy was contained within the essence blood itself. Over the course of one night, a bottle of essence blood was transformed into fifteen Essence Blood Pills.

These fifteen pills possessed a deeper color than the previous Golden-Crowned Python Essence Blood Pills or the Spiritual Ape Essence Blood Pills. The deeper the color, the better the efficacy proved to be.

Just as the Essence Blood Pills were cooling, Little Wu Ying sprang out, watching Zhang Yang with eager anticipation. Its nose was the most sensitive; merely smelling these newly made pills, it knew they were superior to any it had consumed before, so the glutton naturally moved faster.

Trailing behind it stood Zhui Feng and Shan Dian, who had arrived shortly after, both gazing at Zhang Yang with longing eyes. "No need to rush, there’s enough for everyone!" Faced with these three quick and greedy little creatures, Zhang Yang shook his head in resignation.

However, this batch of Essence Blood Pills was specifically formulated for them; the Fourth-Layer Spirit Beast Essence Blood Pills would offer them the greatest benefit, maximizing their combat power in the short term. As soon as Zhang Yang finished speaking, he poured out three small, crimson pills first.

Wu Ying was the first to jump forward, snatching one and immediately stuffing it into its mouth; in moments, this freshly minted Essence Blood Pill was consumed. It then looked back at Zhang Yang with a pathetic expression.

Unfortunately, its pitiful look was no longer effective. Consuming one was beneficial, but eating two at once would be wasteful.

Wasting spiritual medicine was an absolutely unforgivable and disgraceful act. After consuming the spiritual medicine, the three little ones quickly drifted off to sleep.

Zhui Feng still wore an expression of deep contentment as he slept. Zhui Feng realized that Wu Ying and Shan Dian had not misled him; everything they had promised had come true.

Not only had Zhang Yang avenged him, but he had genuinely given him many delicious little pills that could drastically boost his strength. He now felt that his decision in choosing to follow Zhang Yang was not a mistake, but a very correct one.

The most direct result of this change in his mindset was that his loyalty rating had risen by several more points, now reaching into the seventies. Zhang Yang could vaguely sense some of what Zhui Feng was thinking.

"Zhang Yang, you really aren't coming back?" In the hotel room, Zhu Daoqi asked Zhang Yang with a slight tremor of excitement while examining the documents Zhang Yang had given him. He had waited for over two days, and finally, the materials Zhang Yang provided had arrived.

With this data, the two research projects Zhang Yang had mentioned earlier could commence simultaneously. These were two extremely significant medical topics, and with ready-made results in hand, Zhang Yang’s findings meant they could apply for accreditation quickly.

Once approved, the Changjing University School of Medicine would simultaneously possess two international-level cutting-edge projects. This was unprecedented in the history of Changjing University.

This immense honor made him excited every time he considered it; he hadn't had the mind to go sightseeing with others these past few days, constantly waiting for Zhang Yang. Only after receiving these documents was he completely at ease.

Zhu Daoqi harbored no doubt regarding the authenticity or practicality of the materials; Zhang Yang's past achievements left no room for suspicion. "You should head back first.

You can arrange everything regarding these two projects yourself; I will return after some time," Zhang Yang replied with a slight smile. He still had a mission to attend to.

After the successful preparation of the Essence Blood Pills, he had also completely healed Zhui Feng and Shan Dian's injuries, and Long Feng had also consumed the pills; they were all now in optimal condition. At this point, he no longer worried about encountering Chu Yuntian; in fact, he was somewhat looking forward to it—the sooner they met, the sooner he could resolve this matter.

"Very well, I will return first. Although everything is prepared there, I won't feel settled if I don't go back in person," Zhu Daoqi nodded.

This matter was too important, and he needed to personally oversee the initial arrangements. At this moment, he completely failed to notice Zhang Yang exhibiting his tendency to palm off responsibility again.

Zhu Daoqi was fated to endure a period of hard work, as when the person in charge asks no questions, everything falls upon him to manage. It was fortunate that Wang Guohai was not present.

If Wang Guohai were here, he would undoubtedly step up to expose Zhang Yang's true intentions. He might even launch into a lengthy complaint about how exhausting things become for him once Zhang Yang decides to become a hands-off supervisor.

"Ring ring ring!" As they were speaking, Zhang Yang's phone suddenly rang. After excusing himself to Zhu Daoqi, Zhang Yang stepped aside to answer the call.

The call was from Huang Jing. Counting the time, Huang Jing should have brought the items by now.

Zhang Yang was quite curious about the Fourth-Layer cultivation sword technique held by the Huang family, even more so than the Fifth-Layer secret lore. Zhang Yang already knew a great deal about the Fifth Layer; thus, he placed less importance on the secret lore held by these minor noble families.

"Mr. Zhang, where are you?" As soon as the call connected, Huang Jing’s hurried voice rang out, laced with a thick thread of terror.

"I am at your hotel!" Zhang Yang's eyebrow twitched slightly; Huang Jing's tone was strange, giving him an uneasy feeling as well. "Mr.

Zhang, I’ll be there to find you immediately. Let's discuss everything once we meet!" Huang Jing hung up the phone right away.

A moment later, she appeared before Zhang Yang. When she saw him, fear still clung to her face, and beads of sweat dotted her forehead.

Only upon seeing Zhang Yang did she feel slightly steadier. It was too late when I arrived in Zhuhai, and Xiao Yu was very tired.

This chapter will be a bit short; Xiao Yu will make up the difference after returning from Zhuhai! (To be continued) RQ