Chapter Seventy-Two: Traffic Surveillance Footage

Yun Tingyu’s family was well-off; the past few years of seeking medical help far and wide had not left them destitute. Their home was a three-story seaside house, villa-like in design, with interiors not overtly luxurious, yet brimming with the warmth of a true home. Yun Tingyu’s mother was a strikingly beautiful woman, as could be discerned from Yun Tingyu’s own natural elegance.

The family received Xiao Cheng with great enthusiasm, treating him as an honored guest. Xiao Cheng had initially intended to ask Yun Hongliang to prepare some silver needles, but to his surprise, the Yun family’s medical facilities were so comprehensive that it might as well have been a private clinic. With acupuncture, he stabilized Yun Tingyu’s condition.

Cultivators were profoundly knowledgeable about the human body—every cultivator could be a healer if needed. Xiao Cheng, in his previous life, had constantly faced pursuit and danger, and was always prepared for injuries; as the saying goes, long-term illness makes one a doctor. Thus, acupuncture was hardly a challenge for him.

Although infusing spiritual energy to nourish the body’s meridians didn’t necessarily require silver needles, given his current low cultivation level, their use certainly enhanced the effect. After the acupuncture, Yun Tingyu felt much improved; two healthy blushes appeared on her previously pale, sickly cheeks. Yun Hongliang and his wife regarded Xiao Cheng with newfound awe, their attitude becoming utmostly respectful.

However, Yun Tingyu’s constitution was inherently difficult to change. The yin energy within her needed to be suppressed constantly—not an issue resolved overnight. Upon learning this, Yun Hongliang earnestly requested that Xiao Cheng stay with them.

The environment here was excellent, lushly vegetated and well-suited for his cultivation. Even if he chose not to stay, Xiao Cheng would have needed to find new accommodations anyway; Jade Buddha Zen Temple was no longer an option. Why not settle with the flow? Thus, he agreed to Yun Honglian’s request.

With Yun Tingyu’s condition stabilized, Xiao Cheng finally had the leisure to ask Yun Hongliang for a favor: to check the traffic records from the previous night. This was his original reason for seeking Yun Hongliang; treating Yun Tingyu was an act of conscience, not calculation.

Yun Hongliang was a straightforward man, unsure how to properly thank Xiao Cheng—he could tell that Xiao Cheng was not short of money; after all, who driving a Lamborghini everywhere would be in need? Offering cash would only offend him. Hearing Xiao Cheng’s request, he was more than happy to oblige. As a captain in the traffic police, he had considerable authority; acquiring traffic records was a trivial matter. He agreed at once.

For three days straight, Yun Tingyu suffered no relapse, much to Yun Hongliang’s relief. During this period, Xiao Cheng took the adorable girl out for a wild drive; the car’s speed remained above three hundred kilometers per hour, and she squealed with delight, begging for more.

Hearing this, Xiao Cheng was both amused and exasperated. This little rascal—at such a young age, not only was she unafraid of such speed, she actually found it exhilarating. He found himself revising his impression of Yun Tingyu: the cute girl had risen to the status of adorable yet crazy girl.

Other than this, he spent those three days cultivating diligently, wasting no time. His skills improved significantly, with a faint sign of breaking through to the eighth stage. Life was peaceful and uneventful—the only notable change was that all the vegetation around the house had withered, prompting Tingyu’s mother to repeatedly sigh that autumn had arrived.

After lunch one day, Xiao Cheng could no longer withstand Yun Tingyu’s persistent pleading and reluctantly agreed to play Need for Speed with her. Such games required sharp reflexes and quick hands, which posed no challenge for Xiao Cheng.

“Crash into it! Hit that red car!” Yun Tingyu shouted, eyes wide and fists clenched like a mischievous strategist at his side, egging him on to smash the red car ahead.

Xiao Cheng couldn’t help but laugh—so, for Tingyu, this wasn’t a racing game but bumper cars. Only this madcap girl could think of turning Need for Speed into bumper cars.

In the end, Xiao Cheng got caught by the police in the game, prompting Yun Tingyu to burst into peals of laughter, so much so that she was out of breath, leaving Xiao Cheng speechless. What was so funny about this? Still, he had to admit, her laughter was enchanting—sweet and delightful, warming the heart.

Apart from Need for Speed, Tingyu’s desktop was covered in game icons: League of Legends, Dungeon Fighter, CrossFire, Kart Racer…

“How about we play this one?” Yun Tingyu giggled, launching Audition. Seeing Xiao Cheng unmoved, she switched to League of Legends, boasting, “I’m a Diamond I pro! Want me to carry you?”

Xiao Cheng couldn’t take it anymore. It seemed she wanted him to try every game on her desktop, but he had no intention of wasting time gaming. He shook his head firmly.

“Brother Cheng, what do you do hiding in your room all day?” Yun Tingyu asked, her clear, mesmerizing eyes filled with curiosity. “I heard lots of people like to play plane-shooting games now. Are you in there playing those?”

The question nearly made Xiao Cheng bite his tongue. What was wrong with kids these days—had they all been tainted by too much melamine? Why would she ask something like that?

“Hehe, so you really are hiding in your room playing plane-shooters! Want to see who gets the higher score?” Yun Tingyu teased, a mischievous glint in her eyes, then pulled out her phone and launched the game.

Watching her, Xiao Cheng suddenly realized she meant the mobile game. Was it his own mind that was in the gutter for thinking otherwise? But her expression just now seemed more complicated than that…

Just as Yun Tingyu started her game, a phone call came in. She answered sweetly, “Hi Dad, what’s up?”

On the other end, Yun Hongliang’s gentle, loving voice asked, “Honey, you haven’t had any attacks today, have you?”

“Nope, I’m doing great!”

“And your Brother Xiao Cheng? Is he home?”

“He is! We were just discussing how to play plane-shooters!” she replied with a laugh.

Hearing this, Xiao Cheng shuddered inwardly. This was far too easy to misunderstand—he hoped Yun Hongliang wouldn’t get the wrong idea.

“Oh? Plane-shooters? What’s your Brother Xiao Cheng’s high score?” Yun Hongliang asked without hesitation, not suspecting anything. Xiao Cheng felt a wave of embarrassment—clearly, the problem was with his own thoughts.

After a few more words, Yun Hongliang asked Yun Tingyu to hand the phone to Xiao Cheng.

“Hello? The thing you asked me to look into—I’ve got it. I’ll send the video to Tingyu’s QQ in a moment. Have a look.”

“Alright!” Xiao Cheng agreed.

He had expected Yun Hongliang would need several days at least, perhaps even intentionally dragging it out to keep him treating Tingyu longer. But Yun Hongliang was refreshingly efficient—just three days later, the material was ready.

About a minute later, Tingyu’s QQ chimed. Xiao Cheng opened the chat and clicked to receive the file.

A line of text appeared: “The video isn’t complete—seems like all the surveillance around the overpass was out of order that night, no footage at all.”

Xiao Cheng nodded. That night, the Bloodguard operatives had used electromagnetic interference, so it was no wonder the cameras malfunctioned.

The Yun family’s internet was fast; in less than half an hour, over 2GB of surveillance footage downloaded. Xiao Cheng looked at the sixty-plus video files and smiled. The mastermind hiding behind the scenes would soon be revealed.