Urban Demon Refining System

"Uncle, look in your pocket! I saw this guy take your wallet with my own eyes!" Having failed with one plan, Zhao Baichuan turned to the uncle hiding in the crowd behind him and said.

Sure enough, upon hearing his words, the uncle's expression changed, and he hurriedly reached into his pocket, only to find it completely empty.

"Damn it! How dare you steal from me!" The middle-aged man pushed through the crowd blocking his way, took a few steps to the man in the baseball cap, and grabbed him by the collar. "Kid, I knew you were no good the moment you bumped into me! I didn't expect you to try and steal from me. Do you know the name of 'Brother Long' in the north of the city? Today I'll show you!" With that, the middle-aged man punched the man in the baseball cap in the face, and the latter immediately covered his nose and screamed in pain.

"This uncle is fierce!" Zhao Baichuan took the opportunity to retreat a few steps and break free from the vine demon's entanglement. The demon, having lost the command of the man in the baseball cap, stood there blankly, at a loss.

"No, no, no, that's not it, big brother, let me explain!" the man in the baseball cap quickly begged for mercy.

"Give me back my wallet first!"

"Yes, yes, yes!" Now that his scheme had been exposed, he dared not be arrogant anymore. He quickly took out the stolen wallet from his pocket. "Brother Long, I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. Please forgive me this time!"

"Hmph! You're smart enough to know what's good for you!" The middle-aged man released his grip on the wallet, took it, opened it, glanced at it, and after confirming everything was alright, kicked the baseball cap twice in frustration. "Since I've gotten my things back today, I won't hold it against you. But remember this, kid, if I catch you doing something like this again, it won't be as simple as it is now!" He released his grip and put the wallet away. "Hehe, young man, I really have to thank you today, otherwise… wait, where did you go?"

The uncle turned around and looked again, but there was no trace of Zhao Baichuan anywhere.

"He's already gotten off the bus!" someone in the crowd said. Actually, the driver was quite shrewd; when Zhao Baichuan got into a conflict with the man in the baseball cap, he had already quietly applied the brakes and dialed the police.

As for Zhao Baichuan, having gotten a great deal out of the baseball cap, he didn't dare linger any longer. While the uncle was teaching the baseball cap a lesson, he had already gotten off the bus when no one was looking. It has to be said that although this guy was a bit reckless, he was still quite clever.

"Ding! The Greedy Dragon has been successfully subdued! Do you wish to refine it?"

"Refine? What's that?" On his way to school, a notification sound suddenly rang in his mind. He opened his phone and saw that the progress bar that had shown "Subduing" was gone, but a "Refine" option had appeared on the teapot.

"Select Refine!" Driven by curiosity, Zhao Baichuan confirmed.

"Ding! Countdown to refining the Greedy Dragon Demon is on! There are 4 hours, 59 minutes and 58 seconds left until the refining is complete!" A countdown bar appeared on the screen.

"Refining actually takes time?" He glanced at the constantly changing numbers. "It seems we won't see any results anytime soon!" With that thought, he dejectedly exited the Demon Refining Teapot interface and instead checked on the Flower Fairy's condition.

"Flower Fairy (Sleeping State): A wood-type fairy, belonging to the spirit category. It is an elf born from a flower, exuding the fragrance of flowers and easily winning the favor of women. Skill: Scattering Flowers."

Sure enough, a bracket was added to the original description of the flower fairy, with the words "dormant state" clearly written in small red letters.

"It was fine this morning, could it be because of that cactus?" It seemed that only this reason could explain the flower fairy's slumber. But then his hand suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something. "Oh no, I'm going to be late!"

……

When Zhao Baichuan arrived at school, panting, the first class was already halfway through. It was a math class, and the teacher was a strict old man. He dared not offend him at this time, so he could only quietly hide in the toilet, which was the only relatively safe place at this time.

However, man proposes, God disposes. As soon as he reached the toilet door, he bumped into someone. He looked closely and immediately groaned inwardly. The person in front of him was not his homeroom teacher. Who else could it be but Teacher Wu?

"Hello, Teacher Wu!" Zhao Baichuan said, forcing himself to speak.

"Okay, sure!" Ms. Wu nodded, but then realized something was wrong. "Why haven't you gone to the classroom yet!"

"Um, I really need to pee, come over here and use the restroom first!"

"Do you need to carry your backpack to the toilet? Tell me, are you late? Come on, come to my office first!"

"Yes!" With no other choice, Zhao Baichuan could only hang his head and follow him to the office.

Teacher Wu's full name is Wu Fan. He is a fat man with a middle parting and looks to be around forty years old. Everyone calls him Boss Wu in private because he is very fat and looks exactly like a big boss in a certain TV series. However, those who know him know that he just looks older than he is. In fact, he is only in his early thirties.

Wu Fan's office is at the end of the corridor not far from the classroom. As a Chinese language teacher, most of his other colleagues here are female teachers, including several beautiful women who have just graduated from teachers' college.

"Tell me! Why were you late today?" Wu Fan poured himself a glass of water, sat down, and asked.

"Um...this morning I..." Zhao Baichuan racked his brains, trying to come up with an excuse, but just then, a middle-aged female teacher suddenly pushed open the door and entered:

"Teacher Wu, the director wants to see you over to discuss the upcoming monthly exam!"

"Okay, I'll be right there!" Wu Fan quickly stood up, ready to go, but after taking only two steps, he seemed to remember something. He turned around, pointed at Zhao Baichuan, and said, "I'll let you off this time. Let you reflect on your actions here for a while, and go back after class. You know what kind of temper Teacher Zhang has!"

"Yes, teacher, don't worry, I will definitely reflect on my actions!" He knew he had escaped a disaster today, and quickly agreed.

"You little rascal!" Wu Fan laughed and cursed, then turned and left.

"Phew! I really stepped in dog poop today!" Recalling everything that happened this morning, Zhao Baichuan secretly rejoiced. If there had been even the slightest mistake, how could he be standing here so nonchalantly?

"Squeak!" Just as he was lost in thought, the office door was pushed open again, and a long-legged beauty with flowing hair walked in.