After tremblingly stepping out of the clinic, Simmons finally let out a sigh of relief.

This place was terrifying beyond belief. Only upon reaching the street’s end did she dare gulp deep breaths—moments ago, she’d feared even a misstep might get her torn apart and fed to that plant.

Just as she caught her breath post-escape, a woman brushed past. An icy chill seeped into her bones, sending fresh shivers down her spine.

In that fleeting contact, Simmons glimpsed vertical pupils within the mature woman’s amber eyes—and instantly felt her entire being laid bare under unreserved scrutiny.

Even at her peak, the Vampire Empress’s aura paled beside this woman’s.

“You’re sensible enough,” the woman murmured with a faint smile.

Simmons froze, trembling uncontrollably. Only after realizing the woman held no interest did she reluctantly glance back.

The woman had already entered the clinic—clearly acquainted with its doctor.

*Terrifying…* So many monsters still lurked in this world. That pressure? Likely the legendary Tenth Tier, long lost to history.

In the demon realm, Fifth Tier marked a formidable lord ruling a territory; Eighth Tier commanded regional forces; Ninth Tier stood as sovereign of the age, leading entire demon kingdoms. Each tier meant a chasm in power. The Tenth Tier? Unreached for millennia.

Yet here, on this unassuming street, Simmons had personally witnessed its arrival.

Not long after seeing Simmons off, Lu Feng spotted Su Zhaoyu approaching from the other end.

“Have the hidden threats been mostly resolved?” he asked.

*As expected—he sees through everything.* The Pantheon Cult was largely eradicated, though a few stray rats escaped.

“Most are eliminated. We’ll track the remnants,” Su Zhaoyu replied with a smile.

*“Eliminated”…* No wonder she’s high-tier—ruthless methods. Lu Feng inwardly noted.

Earlier, after friction between her and Situ Qingxue, Lu Feng mediated: Su Zhaoyu was a key client, Situ a potential one. To protect his business, he’d urged reconciliation and warned against third parties sowing discord.

“Master Lu, if you ever need anything, don’t hesitate to ask,” Su Zhaoyu smiled.

Lu Feng was an enigma. She knew he cherished quiet solitude—but his other desires? Unknown. Best to simply ask.

“I’m just ordinary. A simple life suits me; I need nothing else,” Lu Feng said lightly.

Naturally, she didn’t believe him.

Inside, Lu Feng brewed tea as host while Su Zhaoyu glanced outside.

“Why’s another clinic opening nearby?” she asked.

“Oh, my university classmate’s. Aiming for high-end services,” Lu Feng said awkwardly, scratching his head. “My place isn’t fancy—affluent clients naturally go to him.”

His clinic saw few visitors: outdated decor, ordinary patrons. Wu Yueze’s new clinic targeted elites—minimal impact on Lu Feng.

*Indeed,* Su Zhaoyu silently agreed. *How could the God of Medicine’s domain be called merely “high-end”?*

“University classmates? So you… *experienced* university life?” Su Zhaoyu inquired.

*(Attending uni meant real studying—not some rich heir “slumming it,”)* Lu Feng thought, but only replied: “Ah, yes.”

*The God of Medicine… curious hobby. Yet university life *is* vibrant for tasting mundanity.*

“And… were you satisfied with life at a *human* university?”

*Human university…* She framed it oddly.

“Uh… It was alright,” Lu Feng smiled, unfazed. “A reunion’s coming up—first gathering after so long.”

Su Zhaoyu’s eyebrow lifted slightly.

His tone hinted strained classmate ties, yet he hoped to mend them. *Attending a mortal gathering… Master Lu truly values earthly bonds.*

*And this? A subtle hint for me to ensure the reunion succeeds.*

Though human territory, demon clans held roots here—with ample resources for such trivial aid.

“I’m certain your reunion will be most satisfactory,” she smiled.

“Let’s hope so,” Lu Feng replied with a wry grin.

Seeing it, Su Zhaoyu’s gaze sharpened.

*He implies: don’t underestimate this.*

*Right. This is the God of Medicine’s reunion. Anything could happen.*

Suddenly, daylight vanished—as if swallowed by black cloth.

Su Zhaoyu’s eyes narrowed to slits; she rose, sensing violent supernatural energy surging.

*Damn, rain’s coming,* Lu Feng frowned, shooting to his feet.

“Sorry, laundry’s still out—I’ll bring it in,” he said with a smile.

“Please, go ahead,” Su Zhaoyu replied politely.

Once Lu Feng left upstairs, her gentle smile vanished.

“So fools still don’t know how to write ‘death’? Daring to touch the God of Medicine’s territory…” Vertical pupils glinted in her slender eyes as she turned toward the door.

Lu Feng had sensed it too—but such trivial threats weren’t worth his hand. He’d stepped aside deliberately.

*A test. To see the Sevenfold Snow Lotus’s effect on me.*

Then she would not disappoint. A faint curve touched her lips as she strode toward the energy’s source.