Chapter 126: New World

That would be wonderful... At least she has never been taken to the police station before!

Bai Yinyin felt even more thrilled than she had when she received the city-wide second-place calligraphy award. Her heart pounded against her ribs. She immediately grabbed her phone, stepped outside, and dialed a number, her tone thick with excitement:

"Mom, Bai Chuwei, that adopted daughter, has been taken to the police station. I heard she got into trouble!"

Liu Man and Bai Hongguang were shocked. It was one thing for an adopted daughter who freeloaded at home to neglect her studies, but to now be arrested by the police?

Liu Man scolded her without reservation: "What a disgraceful wretch. It’s truly a flaw etched into her very genes. No one is to go to the station to bail her out. Let her stay in detention for a few days and suffer a little!"

Look at Bai Yinyin, born of her own superior genes. The house was filled with Yinyin’s piano trophies and calligraphy certificates; the adopted girl truly couldn't compare.

Bai Guofu was old and had already gone to bed, unaware of the situation.

*

The police car moved slowly through the night, streetlights flickering past the windows.

Bai Chuwei leaned back in her seat, relaxed, and watched through the rearview mirror as a car followed them.

When the vehicle pulled into the police station, the person leading the detail made no move to take her to the lobby for interrogation. "Miss Bai, please, this way to the conference room."

They went to a conference room.

Bai Chuwei curled her lips, looked at the stern-faced Duan Feihan, and patted his shoulder. "Feihan, wait for me outside." With that, she clasped her hands behind her back and followed them with a bright smile.

The conference room was small, only a few dozen square meters. A long table occupied the center, and a projector screen hung on the wall. Several sturdy men sat inside, wearing specialized uniforms.

Bai Chuwei gave a knowing smile. Making herself at home, she pulled out a chair and sat down, resting one hand on the long table. "Speak."

Everyone: "..."

She wasn't afraid in the slightest. Anyone else brought here would be nervous, but she acted as if she had returned to her own home.

The middle-aged man leading the group turned on the projector. A video began to play on the screen as he introduced himself: "Hello, Miss Bai. I am Zhou Ming, from the China Supernatural Administration. We primarily manage incidents such as the one involving Master Sun."

The video showed her sitting in a taxi and then suddenly vanishing.

Bai Chuwei rested her chin on her hand. "And?"

Zhou Ming laughed heartily. "Miss Bai is very clever; you must already know the purpose of our visit today. Over the past twenty years, with the revival of spiritual energy, cultivators and superpowered individuals have gradually emerged. Miss Bai might want to consider joining us."

Bai Chuwei understood. It was all about sticking together.

Whether they were ordinary people or cultivators, the Chinese people loved to form groups.

"If Miss Bai joins us, we will provide you with a wealth of cultivation materials: spirit stones, spirit talismans, and books on ancient, thousand-year-old arrays."

Upon hearing this, Bai Chuwei chuckled. "No need. I’m not interested in those."

Seeing her lack of interest, Zhou Ming frowned and offered a reminder: "Miss Bai may not be aware, but there is an organization of superpowered individuals abroad—essentially demonic cultivators—who frequently engage in dangerous activities. Being with us isn't about restricting your freedom; it’s about ensuring your safety."

Bai Chuwei’s red lips curved upward. "Are you talking about New World?"

Everyone present was startled. Bai Chuwei knew about that foreign organization of superpowered individuals?

The Old Ancestor shifted into a more relaxed posture, her slender fingers tapping rhythmically against the table, the sound piercing the silence of the conference room.

She smiled faintly. "Then I might as well share a piece of news with you. New World was founded twenty years ago by demonic cultivators from China. Oh, their original name was the Demonic Realm."

Zhou Ming was struck with alarm. "What?!"

Could it be that Bai Chuwei had more information than they did?