The Moon Spear: Crescent Thrust pierced the lead rat’s head through its lower jaw.

Yuehua used the momentum to fling the vile beast behind her.

As it hit the ground, she yanked the spear, ripping its head and bloodied spine from its body.

Yuehua stepped on the rat’s head, pulling her spear free.

Her peripheral vision caught something protruding from the dead beast’s abdomen.

“Filthy,” Yuehua said coldly.

Since the crusade seventeen years ago, Yuehua had lost most of her powers—or rather, her control over them.

In her transformed state, she could only reliably wield her secrecy domain, unable to suppress the fertility aspect tied to the “Moon” path.

“Not a pleasant memory,” Yuehua said, closing her eyes, her body trembling slightly, as if from pain alone.

Her spear-holding hand shook.

The tip tapped the ground, releasing an invisible shockwave that shredded the foul protrusion into minced flesh.

The remaining four giant rats, now “sharpening their spears,” surrounded her.

“Heh, so eager,” Yuehua sneered.

With a shout, she crouched, sprang upward, and became a blur of high-speed motion.

Moonflow Spear Art: Chaotic Moon!

The scene erupted with countless glints of reflected spearlight.

A circular patch of asphalt was torn up, accompanied by flying chunks of bleeding flesh.

“Phew, finally done,” Yuehua exhaled, her face pale.

She leaned on her spear, sliding to the ground as meat and rubble rained down.

Huff, huff.

Yuehua panted painfully.

Damn it, was it too much? Should’ve just driven away.

When the pain subsided, she released her regalia and shuffled to the car, opening the passenger door to sit.

A lone woman at the scene would be too conspicuous.

Alicefiel twisted the diamond ring on her left hand, and Lu Xin, eyes vacant, appeared in the driver’s seat.

Soon, emergency response teams from the Bureaus of Magical Affairs of two different cities arrived at the scene.

The bloody carnage made even the seasoned magister captains queasy—not from inexperience with gore, but because the beasts’ flesh was ground so fine, the stench overwhelming.

“Ugh, which powerhouse did this? So unsanitary,” a bald captain said, pinching his nose.

“And they damaged public property,” a grim masked captain added.

“Are you kidding me?” the bald captain snapped.

“The mana dispersion here is at least Tier 5. Even a dog could sense it.”

“Beasts of this level could level low-rise buildings.”

“So what if a powerhouse did this?”

“Someone who can crush these beasts like this is at least Tier 7.”

“You gonna make them pay for public damages?” the bald captain said, glaring at the masked one.

The masked captain’s expression was hidden, but his dead-fish eyes, visible through the mask’s holes, showed he didn’t care—he was just stating facts.

“And they might not be far,” the bald captain said, eyeing the undamaged SUV with flashing hazard lights, surrounded by team members.

“Hello, sir, please show your ID,” a team member said.

“What kind?” Lu Xin asked, hands on the steering wheel.

“Just your ID card, sir.”

“By the way, who’s the lady in the passenger seat? She doesn’t look well. Should we call an ambulance?”

“No need. She’s my wife, just having some period pain,” Lu Xin said.

“Hot water would be great if you have any.”

Hot water helps with period pain, but it’s useless for my current state, Alicefiel thought, curled up with her eyes closed in the passenger seat.

Lu Xin pulled his ID from his briefcase and handed it to the team member.

“Let’s see… Name’s Lu Xin, right, Mr. Lu?”

The bald captain froze upon hearing the name, his eyes widening.

He hurried to the SUV, shoving the team member aside.

“Well, if it isn’t Instructor Lu!” the bald captain said, grinning.

“You’re… Xiao Li?” Lu Xin said hesitantly, eyeing the man’s rugged features.

Time had turned the once-dashing Xiao Li into a bald, middle-aged man.

“Yeah, Instructor Lu! I’m Xiao Li from the 13th Combat Cadre Training Class at the Bureau. Been years!” Bald Li said excitedly, eager to drag Lu Xin out for drinks to catch up.

“Oh, this must be your wife?” Bald Li said, looking at Alicefiel, sweating from pain.

“Yeah, we’re heading to Linhai City for our honeymoon,” Lu Xin said, opening the car door.

Bald Li, reading the room, waved the others away.

“Talking in the car’s inconvenient. Outside’s better.”

“Yeah, Instructor. Your wife looks unwell. We can talk out here without disturbing her rest.”

“By the way, Instructor, you took out those beasts, didn’t you?”

“Of course,” Lu Xin nodded.

“Hah, they were unlucky,” Bald Li said, rubbing his head.

A Tier 5 beast meeting a Tier 8 Grand Magister? That’s the luck of a lifetime.

“No idea where these beasts escaped from—some nature reserve, probably,” Bald Li said.

“My wife was already in bed, and I had to come out for overtime.”

Lu Xin seemed to understand why Bald Li looked so aged.

“Might be a good thing,” Lu Xin teased.

“Haha, yeah,” Bald Li laughed awkwardly.

“Still, it’s wild that these beasts slipped past the reserve’s monitoring network,” Bald Li said.

“If not for road surveillance, we might’ve had casualties.”

“Pity the folks maintaining the monitoring arrays—they’re in for overtime,” Bald Li said with a schadenfreude grin.

“Here, Instructor, have one?” Bald Li offered a pack of soft-pack Great Mage cigarettes.

“Your taste has gotten fancy. I remember you smoked Mage Tower brand,” Lu Xin said, taking one.

Bald Li shielded the wind and lit it for him.

That first drag? Better than a Saint Domain Magister.

“Hey, Instructor, look, Gloomy’s coming,” Bald Li said, glancing toward the beast carnage.

The masked captain approached.

Without hesitation, he snatched the cigarette pack from Bald Li, took one, handed it back, then pocketed Bald Li’s lighter after lighting up.

“Hey, Instructor, he stole my lighter again!” Bald Li said indignantly, pointing at the masked captain.

“Hello, Instructor,” the masked captain said, ignoring Bald Li’s complaints. “I’m from the 13th class—”

“I remember you,” Lu Xin interrupted.

“You’re Old Eight, the quiet, gloomy one, right?”

The cigarette slipped from Old Eight’s fingers, just like his enthusiasm to chat with the Instructor.

Gloomy’s a stereotype in his eyes? Old Eight silently wept inside.