100: No conscience, Mo Qilin; the Imperial Guards instructor? He's just a cram school owner.

Watching Third Uncle leave, Yang Dian looked at Yang Lele, who had joined Little Black Cat at some point.

Noticing Yang Dian's gaze, Yang Lele grabbed Little Black Cat and hugged it:

"Brother, Little Black is mine to raise!"

With that, she ignored Yang Dian and rushed towards the stairs, holding Little Black Cat.

"Human, save me!"

By the time Little Black Cat's voice reached Yang Dian's ears, it had already disappeared down the stairs, held by Yang Lele.

Yang Dian shifted his gaze to Yangs Mother:

"Mom, why is my sister still so lively? Is she even Cultivating seriously?"

Yangs Mother nodded thoughtfully:

"She'll have extra training tomorrow!"

Yang Dian, having tricked his own sister, happily went upstairs.

As expected, Yang Lele was already playing with Little Black Cat in her room.

"Human, are you here to save me?"

He ignored the heartless Little Black Cat, which only meowed.

Yang Dian handed the bag he was holding to Yang Lele:

"Cat treats, canned cat food, cat kibble."

"Don't let it starve, and if it poops indoors, remember to scoop its poop."

Little Black Cat transformed into an afterimage, scrambling up Yang Dian's pant leg and leaping onto his shoulder.

"Human, you don't want me anymore?"

Little Black Cat rubbed against Yang Dian's neck, seemingly having gained a bit of conscience.

Reaching out to scratch Little Black Cat's chin, Yang Dian feigned a helpless sigh:

"I have to go to work to earn money; if I don't earn money, you'll go hungry again."

Little Black Cat jumped off Yang Dian's shoulder and walked towards the wide-eyed Yang Lele, wagging its tail:

"Human, you go earn money."

Yang Dian retracted his previous statement.

This Little Black Cat was truly heartless.

Yang Lele stared blankly at Little Black Cat, which had walked to her feet and was rubbing against her pant leg, meowing:

"Brother, it's so smart."

"It can understand what you're saying?"

Yang Dian leaned against the door, looking at the somewhat incredulous Yang Lele:

"Don't underestimate this little guy; it's a Mutant creature, a mutated black cat."

"Once your Martial Arts reach the introductory level and you nourish your essence, Qi, and spirit, you'll be able to talk to it too."

Yang Lele was initially a bit flustered:

"It won't hit me, will it?"

After getting Yang Dian's assurance, she picked up Little Black Cat again and buried her face in its belly, inhaling deeply:

"Then I'll be its poop scooper from now on!"

"Brother, have you named it yet?"

Yang Dian watched Little Black Cat kneading the Void Realm on Yang Lele's hands, and his mouth twitched:

"It's called Heartless."

Yang Lele and Little Black Cat both froze simultaneously.

"Human, I don't like that name."

"Brother, how can you give a kitten a name like that!"

Yang Lele rubbed her chin against Little Black Cat's head, then suddenly noticed something important:

"Brother, look!"

She held up Little Black Cat's paw:

"It has six paws!"

"It's a Qilin cat!"

"I've got it, little kitten, from now on you'll be called Ink Qilin."

"Do you like this name?"

Little Black Cat meowed happily, clearly loving the name.

Yang Dian pouted, turned, and walked out of Yang Lele's bedroom:

"Anyway, to me, it's called Heartless."

...Returning to his bedroom, he stood by the window.

Looking at the Plum Tree in the backyard, faintly visible in the lamplight, Yang Dian still took out his phone and dialed a number.

The clan elders had ideas; they only needed Goddess of the Sea's approval.

But Yang Dian was different.

He was still a member of the Special Administration Bureau, and Huaxia was not abroad where they could do whatever they wanted.

If the entire clan moved to Indonesia and stopped working to practice Martial Arts, he would have nothing to say.

But within Huaxia, he felt it was still necessary to report it.

The 800,000 Imperial Army instructors were, of course, a joke.

But to be swept into the category of criminal gangs at this point in time was truly easy to cause problems.

Hadn't the whole country started a strict crackdown?

The phone rang three times before connecting, and Wang Wu's loud voice came through the phone to Yang Dian's ear:

"Hello? Young Yang?"

"Are you back from Chengdu?"

"Or are you asking for two more days off?"

Yang Dian stretched his legs forward and kicked, throwing himself onto the bed:

"Neither."

"There's something I want to tell you, sir."

"Pfft, pfft." Wang Wu spat twice:

"'Sir, old man.'"

"I'm not old yet!"

"Just say what you need to say."

"Director, you know that the Qi Revival isn't a secret to those with channels, right?"

Wang Wu on the other end of the phone nodded, "Go on."

"A couple of days ago, our clan elders approached me, wanting me to teach the clan members Martial Arts, and I agreed."

"Tonight, after I returned, the clan elders approached me again, saying they wanted the entire clan to practice Martial Arts."

After briefly describing the situation, Yang Dian continued:

"I feel that the entire clan practicing Martial Arts together is quite a big spectacle, and if someone with ulterior motives reports it, it could easily cause a bad impression."

"I want to ask what the higher-ups think about this."

"What thoughts could there be? Are you Huaxianese?"

Yang Dian nodded affirmatively, "Of course, we are Huaxianese."

"Then are your clan members who are struggling in Indonesia, and in other countries, still Huaxianese?"

'The higher-ups seem to know everything.' The thought flashed through his mind, and Yang Dian nodded affirmatively again:

"Without a doubt, they are also Huaxianese."

"Then let me ask you again?" Wang Wu on the other end of the phone shifted his body:

"Is practicing Martial Arts illegal?"

Yang Dian understood.

The higher-ups had never forbidden ordinary people from practicing Martial Arts.

In fact, they had always tacitly approved, even encouraged it.

Otherwise, they wouldn't have tacitly allowed people in the bureau to privately spread Martial Arts.

"I understand, Director, I will restrain the clan members, and even if they achieve success in Martial Arts, I will not let them go down a path of crime."

"Good that you know."

"The higher-ups are even going to open up Martial Arts to all citizens; you teaching your clan members Martial Arts is at most like opening a tutoring class for them. As long as they don't cause trouble, there won't be any problems."

"If there's nothing else, I'm hanging up; I still need to recover from my injuries."

Yang Dian blinked:

"There's nothing else."

"Oh, right."

"Thank you, Director, for the super weapon you sent me."

"It's really good."

"Why are you being polite with me?" Wang Wu cursed with a laugh:

"Hanging up!"

With that, he didn't wait for Yang Dian's reply and directly hung up the phone.

Yang Dian put down his phone and shrugged, picking up the Blood Ganoderma he had placed on his desk.

"First, let me check how best to consume this thing."

"Oh, right, and the medicinal ingredients for refining Blood Replenishing Pills need to be sent to the clan elders first, so they can buy as many medicinal ingredients as possible."

"Also, the seven Martial Arts techniques to teach the clan members must be mastered first using the cheat, otherwise, I won't know where to start teaching others."

"Tsk, I also need to find time to study Daoist knowledge, search for traces of drug dealers, Cultivate my main Martial Arts technique..."

"I'm so busy..."

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