The Wild Doctor and the Fair Beauty

"Hahaha..."

Jiang Xinghai laughed. "That’s my second senior sister for you!"

"By the way, Young Master Jiang, I was clearing the bodies on the surface, but I couldn’t find the body of Qiao Zhongkui, the Qiao Family Patriarch. Have you seen him? If not, we have to find him immediately. Otherwise, if he sneaks back in, I’m afraid these Gu Slaves will reawaken..."

Lao Deng had suddenly remembered this crucial matter.

"Qiao Zhongkui? I think that’s him over there."

Jiang Xinghai pointed to a pile of mangled flesh and blood in the middle of the rice vats.

HISS!!!

Lao Deng was instantly drenched in a cold sweat. He hurried forward to take a look, then recoiled just as quickly.

He knew that the Patriarch of the Kun City Qiao Family was a famously powerful expert!

It was said his power was so great he could practically blot out the sky with one hand in all of Yun Province.

And yet, Jiang Xinghai had reduced him to such a gruesome, unrecognizable pile of... garbage!

"Lao Deng, you’re equipped with hot weapons, right?" Jiang Xinghai got down to business.

"Yes, of course we are. I know what to do."

Lao Deng snapped back to his senses and forced a smile at Jiang Xinghai. He then pointed to Qiao Zhongkui’s remains. "Young Master Jiang, did any Poisonous Insects escape after that old bastard died?"

"Why? Got something in mind?" Jiang Xinghai suddenly opened his palm.

A thumb-sized, entirely milky-white insect was sleeping soundly.

"Congratulations on obtaining this, Young Master Jiang! This is a truly fortunate event. Congratulations!"

Evidently, Lao Deng was quite knowledgeable about Poisonous Insects. His eyes burned with fervor as he said, "The second of the Imperial Butterfly’s nine transformations!"

"The Imperial Butterfly’s nine transformations?"

Jiang Xinghai didn’t know much about it and stared at Lao Deng doubtfully.

"Young Master Jiang, I found an ancient Gu Technique Secret Scripture in the Qiao Family residence. You’ll understand once you’ve seen it." Lao Deng took a thread-bound book from his clothes. It was only the size of a comic book and had many illustrations.

One of the pages was annotated with notes on the Imperial Butterfly.

"The Imperial Butterfly’s nine transformations?"

Jiang Xinghai murmured, a flicker of doubt in his mind.

"Young Master Jiang, legend has it that the Imperial Butterfly Gu is the number one insect under heaven. It is unpredictable, terrifyingly powerful, and extremely rare. It’s almost impossible to find. I never thought that old bastard Qiao Zhongkui would be lucky enough to capture one and make it into a Poisonous Insect," Lao Deng explained.

"The number one insect under heaven... is it really that strong?" Jiang Xinghai’s eyes showed his doubt as he looked through the book.

He saw a note stating that the Imperial Butterfly was also known as the "Insect King"!

’Looks like my luck is pretty good after all.’ Jiang Xinghai grinned.

’The Imperial Butterfly is one of the world’s unique insects. It can become a king, is born with Spiritual Energy, and can be raised as a Gu. It has a total of nine transformations, and with each one it completes, its power increases severalfold.’ Jiang Xinghai nodded to himself.

Lao Deng then flipped to another page and pointed at an illustration. "The Imperial Butterfly’s first transformation: one centimeter long and emerald green. The second transformation: five centimeters long and milky white. The third transformation: ten centimeters long and golden yellow... The ninth transformation, its complete form, can change its size at will. Its entire body shines as brilliantly as the sun, and it can destroy stars..."

’The Insect King... Interesting.’

This milky-white Imperial Butterfly in Jiang Xinghai’s hand was at least at the Venerable Realm in terms of strength. Its reputation was well-deserved.

Given time, the Imperial Butterfly would surely become a great asset to him.

He closed the thread-bound book, deciding to study the Imperial Butterfly’s secrets more thoroughly later.

’Still, for such a terrifying Poisonous Insect to be tamed by me... I suppose I have Qiao Zhongkui to thank for that.’

Lao Deng added from the side, "Young Master Jiang, you must keep this matter a secret. Don’t publicize it. If someone with ill intentions were to plot against you for it, the loss would outweigh the gain."

"You’re right." Jiang Xinghai nodded.

Until his power stood at the absolute pinnacle of this world, it was best for him to be cautious.

"Young Master Jiang, let’s head up. I’ll arrange for the deployment of hot weapons shortly," Lao Deng suggested.

Jiang Xinghai glanced one last time at the one hundred and eight rice vats. "What time was the flight rescheduled to?"

"It’s still pouring outside. All flights are currently grounded. We’ll have to wait a while longer," Lao Deng said with a wry smile.

"Fine. Let’s destroy this place first, then." Jiang Xinghai and Lao Deng returned to the surface.

Outside, the heavy rain continued to fall, and the sky grew even darker.

Standing in the wind and rain were rows of imposing soldiers.

"Young Master Jiang!"

These were the men Lao Deng had deployed. They all saluted in unison.

"Thank you for your hard work, everyone."

Jiang Xinghai knew that all this honor was thanks to his second senior sister, Zhong Yunman.

After returning to the Qiao Family’s main hall with Lao Deng, the two women, Bai and Zhi, were also there.

"Young Master Jiang, hurry and drink some ginger soup to warm up," Bai said enthusiastically, bringing him a bowl.

"Young Master Jiang, after you finish the soup, you should take a hot bath," Zhi added, gliding over to his side.

"You two..." Seeing the two women, Jiang Xinghai was reminded of their tenderness last night.

"We’ve been following Captain Deng, so we came along too."

"Why are you two still wearing nightgowns to go out?" Jiang Xinghai was rather speechless.

Walking around outside, Bai was still in a white nightgown, and Zhi was still in that purple one. It wasn’t appropriate.

Bai covered her mouth. "Does Young Master Jiang find our clothes not chic enough? We can go change, then."

"No, that’s not it. Can’t you two just change into some proper clothes?" Jiang Xinghai said with a wry smile.

"We just thought that wearing formal clothes would be inconvenient for... serving you, Young Master Jiang," Zhi chimed in.