Chapter 203: Tch! Decent People Shouldn't Ask

Lin Fan, absorbing energy particles, slowly opened his eyes.

"Have you all learned it?" he asked.

Everyone looked bewildered.

To be honest, perhaps due to their limited knowledge, they truly hadn't understood.

Lin Fan understood. Not everyone could be as exceptional as him. He possessed a unique talent for cultivation. Others didn't believe he could cultivate, but he believed in himself, and Old Zhang believed in him too.

Professor Xingkong had said, "A talent known to everyone is not a true talent. Only a talent unknown to others is a true talent."

Those words held profound meaning.

Liu Ying asked, "What's the name of this cultivation method?"

"Qi Gong Cultivation Method. Sense the heavens and earth, sense nature, sense with your heart," Lin Fan explained.

Faced with such an advanced cultivation method, it was truly difficult for them to grasp. He could understand this point.

Liu Ying nodded, seemingly comprehending yet not fully.

The new members felt Lin Fan was unfathomable.

Lin Fan continued, "There's another cultivation method called the Electric Shock Cultivation Method, and also an outdoor cultivation method. I can teach you when it rains next time."

He wasn't stingy. He was usually very generous, willing to share his cultivation methods with others.

I become stronger. You become stronger. Everyone becoming stronger together is the most ideal scenario.

Liu Ying asked curiously, "How do you practice the Electric Shock Cultivation Method?"

Lin Fan looked around but couldn't find a suitable target. "I'll tell you when the opportunity arises."

Within the entire special department, only a few knew Lin Fan's true background. If these new members knew they were dealing with a mental patient, they probably wouldn't have their current excitement.

At the Yanhai City Television Station, Liang Yuan, with her short, stylish hair and pretty features, had just finished broadcasting the news and returned to her seat with a milk tea.

A colleague leaned over the partition, worriedly saying, "Our city is becoming increasingly dangerous. Have you considered leaving?"

As news reporters for the television station, they were privy to firsthand information, which had long made them anxious. Some colleagues had already resigned and moved to other cities. They felt that staying in Yanhai City was too dangerous.

"No, I believe the special department can definitely protect our safety. The news I just broadcast was about how to avoid attracting evil beings. Nowadays, many evil beings transform into pets. We mustn't adopt stray pets casually," Liang Yuan said with a smile.

She wasn't too worried, perhaps due to her personality.

"Liang Yuan, there's a letter for you," a security guard said, approaching with an envelope.

Hearing this, Liang Yuan's face lit up. She quickly got up and hurried to take the letter.

The surrounding colleagues stirred. A male colleague looked up, then lowered his head in resignation. Whoever said proximity breeds love was talking nonsense. It was completely deceptive.

He liked Liang Yuan. It was initially a secret crush, but later, sensing a threat, he confessed his feelings, only to be ruthlessly rejected, leaving him deeply hurt.

"Don't overthink it. Look on the bright side," a female colleague nudged his arm.

The male colleague asked, "How can I look on the bright side?"

The female colleague winked, "Change your target. Like me, for example..."

The male colleague glanced at her, then lowered his head to focus on his work. Spare me, you manipulative woman.

Most people at the television station knew Liang Yuan had a pen pal she'd never met. They always communicated through letters, and this pen pal was a doctor, which seemed quite appealing.

Liang Yuan returned to her seat with the envelope. Her colleagues gathered around.

"Is it a reply from him?"

Liang Yuan nodded, slowly opening the envelope.

Colleague A: "I wonder what our Dr. Lin wrote back. I'm so curious."

Colleague B: "I say, the best way is to sneak into Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital and see what Dr. Lin looks like. In my imagination, Dr. Lin definitely has long legs, a tall and straight figure, handsome features, and a pleasant voice. Oh, I can't even bear to think about it."

Colleague C: "You hussy, what are you thinking? This is someone else's pen pal, not yours. And you're already fantasizing."

Liang Yuan opened the envelope. A single chicken feather drifted out.

"What does this chicken feather mean?"

"Forgive my ignorance, but I really don't understand what this is supposed to be."

"This Dr. Lin is too abstract. The previous star chart was amazing, but why a chicken feather this time?"

The colleagues were puzzled.

Liang Yuan held the feather, examining it closely. A smile appeared on her lips, and her eyes sparkled with understanding. She had been reading a lot lately, and her personal understanding had greatly improved.

The colleagues noticed Liang Yuan's smile. They were all surprised. Could she really understand it? Had their communication reached such a deep, soulful level?

"Liang Yuan, do you understand what this means? I find Dr. Lin's replies are becoming increasingly abstract."

"Yeah, if I had a pen pal like this, I'd go crazy."

They had never seen any written words from Dr. Lin. Was it really that difficult to write a few words?

Liang Yuan held the feather and smiled. "I understand Dr. Lin's meaning. He is truly learned and can often express his inner thoughts with simple objects. The previous star chart contained deep philosophical meaning."

"And now, this chicken feather, like the star chart, carries the same meaning. He's telling me that everything he does is what he should do, and it's as light as this feather. The deeper meaning is that this feather is just one of many on a chicken. His actions are like this feather, nothing to marvel at. Only when a team works together can all problems be overcome and solved."

"Dr. Lin is truly a talented and humble person. I really want to meet him, but I always feel I'm not good enough."

Liang Yuan treasured the feather. This seemingly ordinary object held profound meaning for her. The deeper her communication with Dr. Lin, the more she felt her own inadequacy. This inadequacy in understanding needed to be addressed by reading more books.

The colleagues stared at Liang Yuan in astonishment. Honestly, they were truly surprised, even speechless. From a star chart to a chicken feather now, how could she derive so much meaning? She was exceptionally perceptive.

A colleague said, "Liang Yuan, I think you're truly obsessed. Or maybe we're just ordinary people who truly don't understand your communication style."

Liang Yuan smiled, carefully storing the feather away, as if it were a cherished love token from a beloved, afraid of losing it.

The colleagues teased her. Liang Yuan blushed, shooing them away, then rested her chin in her hands, lost in thought. No one knew what she was thinking, but it was definitely related to that Dr. Lin.

This letter required a thoughtful reply. She couldn't just casually respond. Just like before, she would hide under her covers and think it over slowly.

The male colleague who had a crush on Liang Yuan wanted to bang his head against the wall. He, a living, breathing person, was actually less important than a pen pal she had never met. How outrageous.

In the bustling downtown area, Old Zhang wanted to return to Qingshan Psychiatric Hospital for a while. He was simply homesick.

Lin Fan fully supported Old Zhang's idea. He would agree to anything Old Zhang wanted. It had been a while since they'd been home, and he truly missed it.

"Hen, we're taking you back to our first home." He stroked the hen's head. With drinks and eggs every day, life was good.

The evil rooster clucked a few times. You can take me anywhere, as long as I'm with you. Who else can I follow?

Being an undercover agent wasn't easy. Roaming all over the world, ready to wander at a moment's notice.

As they passed the cross-river bridge, cries for help reached their ears.

"Help!"

"Help me!"

Lin Fan asked, "Old Zhang, did you hear someone shouting for help?"

Old Zhang replied, "I think so."

"Where?"

"I don't know."

The evil rooster was on high alert. It detected a strange aura.

Lin Fan and Old Zhang searched and soon spotted a young woman lying beneath the bridge.

They exchanged glances, puzzled. It was clearly just one person. Why was she crying for help?

Soon, they approached the young woman with the evil rooster.

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan asked, observing her. She seemed fine.

The young woman had twin ponytails, a beautiful face, and a pure, innocent appearance. With such beauty, she would have been considered a devastating beauty in ancient times. If an ordinary person encountered such a young woman, they would definitely inquire with utmost concern, wanting to hold her in their arms, comforting and soothing her fragile heart.

"I've been bitten by a snake."

The young woman frowned, lifting her slender, snow-white ankle. Two bloody punctures were visible, with blood oozing out.

The moment the evil rooster approached the young woman, it trembled all over. Fear gripped its heart, and it crouched down, not daring to look up. As an evil being, it sensed a terrifying aura, more terrifying than any other evil being.

Lin Fan and Old Zhang looked at each other.

"Old Zhang, do you have a solution?" Lin Fan asked.

Old Zhang thought for a moment. "I saw it on TV once. They said if you're bitten by a venomous snake, you just need to chop off the bitten leg, and you'll be fine."

The young woman stared at Old Zhang in shock, then saw Lin Fan searching for a tool nearby.

"A knife?"

"If only we had a knife."

The young woman was the Demon God's younger sister. She was simply planning to have some fun with this exceptional human, but she didn't expect him to actually want to chop off her leg. A bit brutal.

The young woman said weakly, "I heard you just need to suck the blood out."

"Really?" Lin Fan asked.

"Yes," the Demon God's sister nodded.

Lin Fan cupped the young woman's ankle, looked at the wound, and put his mouth directly on it, sucking the venomous blood. Gulp, gulp. He sucked and sucked, his throat moving.

Normally, people would suck a mouthful and spit it out. But in Lin Fan's case, he swallowed all the blood.

The Demon God's sister was startled and wanted to kick Lin Fan away, but suddenly, as if the sucking had triggered something sensitive, she gripped the grass, arched her back, tilted her head back, and seemed…

Tch! Decent people shouldn't ask.