The Daily Life of the Immortal King

Wang Ling sent a text message that afternoon, and Odd Zhuo quickly drove from his office directly to Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's place. Since the incident with the Demon Hunters Association had yet to be fully resolved, Odd Zhuo, who was the chief commander of this operation, even had to sacrifice his weekend and remain at the office.

The entire affair was in fact completely over; the last thing missing was the capture of the legendary President Bai, and the net had already closed as far as it could go all over the country.

A large police force had been mobilized this time; not only was this a show of strength in the face of the illegal trafficking of spirit beasts, it was also a reflection of the country's vow to uphold its promises.

After the holy beasts had been wantonly massacred by human cultivators back then due to lies and slander, laws against the mistreatment and murder of spirit beasts had always existed, but the punishments imposed clearly weren't severe enough.

In recent years in particular, quite a number of spirit beasts had become in critical danger of becoming extinct, and there was a real need to draw people's attention to this problem.

So this time, when Odd Zhuo received the message from Wang Ling saying that he had a lead on that President Bai of the Demon Hunters Association, he abruptly jumped out of his chair! As for the General Administration of 100 Schools, when Odd Zhuo wasn't in the office, the deputy director Zhong Lang was still around, so there was nothing to worry about at all.

On the road, Odd Zhuo was both nervous and excited; nervous because he didn't know if he could finally catch that President Bai, and excited because he could see his shifu again!

Although Odd Zhuo felt that he hadn't really learned anything substantial while he was with Wang Ling, and was forever just being a scapegoat… he was actually enjoying himself; to become shifu's scapegoat was an honor!

Moreover, he deeply felt like this was a test of his intelligence; he didn't think that Wang Ling had truly acknowledged him yet. You had to know that in the fairy tale, when the tiger treated the cat as its teacher, it wasn't like the cat would teach it to climb trees! Odd Zhuo didn't think he was a tiger, and he probably would never reach his shifu's level in this lifetime, but he still felt that he at least learned something!

For example, he was becoming better and better at being a scapegoat!

And most importantly, Odd Zhuo felt that he was becoming more and more slick and sly at handling things! This was all thanks to his shifu's intangible and earnest guidance.

Learning was a gradual process and the future stretched ahead of him, so Odd Zhuo wasn't anxious at all.

By the time he arrived at Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal's place, it hadn't actually been very long, just about half an hour or so.

On the way over, Odd Zhuo had roughly asked Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal about the situation, and had learned about that forest fairy "Mr Lu."

At the villa, Little Silver jumped up to open the door.

Odd Zhuo had heard about Little Silver in detail from his shifu Wang Ling previously, and it was in fact Odd Zhuo who had even engineered to secretly transport Little Silver from Winter city to Songhai city at the time. But he had only ever seen Little Silver's beast form, and it was his first time seeing the latter's human form.

So when they met this time, Odd Zhuo was slightly dazed.

He thought that as possibly the last living holy beast in the world today, Little Silver was far more lively and cheerful than he had imagined.

And his human appearance was really a little too beautiful with a fair face and long silver hair, barefooted and dressed casually… In Odd Zhuo's view, he had a lot of potential to become a big shot in women's clothing!

"Shifu Zhuo! Master has been waiting for you!"

Little Silver greeted Odd Zhuo and led him inside.

He had a lot of respect for Odd Zhuo, who had helped him out a lot when he had sent Little Silver to Songhai city back then. Little Silver had seen how busy Odd Zhuo had been the whole time as he made the preparations. And most importantly, Odd Zhuo was the personal inheriting disciple officially approved by Master!

So Little Silver thought it made utterly perfect sense to call Odd Zhuo Shifu Zhuo.

Little Silver took Odd Zhuo to the hole he had punched open earlier, and the latter drew in a sharp breath when he saw it.

What the hell… what was this?

Little Silver waved in invitation. "Shifu Zhuo, please come in. This is the green channel!"

Odd Zhuo: "…" What damn green channel!

...

After Odd Zhuo arrived and everyone was in place, Mr Lu began to confess what he knew about President Bai as well as whatever secrets he himself was aware of.

"First of all, Mr Lu, with regard to what you said earlier about wanting to divulge information on President Bai of the Demon Hunters Association, is there anything else you want to tell us?" Odd Zhuo was in charge of asking questions while Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal took down notes on the side in a small notebook.

Because he was constantly out "courting death," Great Death-Courting Senior Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was fairly experienced in criminal investigation, which he had learned from his friends at the police station. He actually had quite a number of friends at the police station, and Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal realized that his relationship with them had deepened a fair bit thanks to Little Silver.

Furthermore, he discovered that Little Silver had a somewhat toxic trait: whenever he went out, he would definitely wind up being carted off to the police station…

"Mm! I want to make a report, I want to expose him! I'll tell you everything I know about the countless crimes President Bai has committed!"

Sitting obediently on the floor, Mr Lu gave a full account: "This President Bai's full name is Bai Zhe. Let me start with how strong President Bai is; this man is extremely powerful. From my contact with him, President Bai's overall combat strength is around True Immortal level. And the most crucial thing is the self-healing system art he created himself, which can be considered monstrous. Furthermore, it seems that his physique is a little unique."

"Self-healing system art?" Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal was blank.

"Yes, I've seen it with my own eyes!" Mr Lu nodded. "Our Tree clan's ability to heal can already be considered heaven-defying, but Bai Zhe's ability is several hundred times stronger; no matter how big a wound is, it will heal completely in a blink of an eye."

"Can you elaborate on what his physique is like?" Odd Zhuo then asked.

"Bai Zhe's physique is a little unusual, but I don't know much about it as I've really never seen it… I've never heard of a human with an ability to heal which far surpasses the Tree clan's. And most importantly, even if Brother Little Silver could use the inhibitive effect which he has on serious injuries, it might not make a difference to this person's self-healing ability."

Mr Lu sighed and said, "All these years, Bai Zhe has had nothing to fear given his self-healing ability and his strong defense. Additionally, that black magic umbrella he carries with him can instantly create barriers and set up a space to help him escape danger. He comes and goes like a ghost as if no one was ever there…"

A human cultivator with a self-healing ability which surpassed that of the Tree clan?

Listening to all this on the side, Wang Ling was a little interested, but completely unruffled.

To be honest, he didn't think President Bai was any kind of threat to him.

It was clear that Grenade-Throwing Senior Immortal and Odd Zhuo also had the same thought, and their expressions were really too calm. When Mr Lu finished painting this picture with his words, he had initially thought that the people present would be a little amazed at least…

At that point, Little Silver suddenly turned to look at Mr Lu and ask very emphatically, "I'm very sorry, I have a question I want to ask Mr Lu…"

Mr Lu: "Say it, please…"

Little Silver: "If we use a mousepad as the unit of measure, may I ask, with all due respect… how many mousepads would Master need to throw to kill this President Bai, Bai Zhe?"

Mr Lu: "…"