Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 39 Blue Fireballs
Not only that, but the number of wonderful sounds has also increased to three hundred and thirty.

at this time,

Chen Shunan stood in the bedroom, a thought flashed through his mind, and his whole body trembled slightly, his muscles rolling like mercury.

His pores released a large amount of sweat, which was immediately evaporated into mist by his scalding body temperature, like a light veil draped over his body.

Twenty-four seeds of qi and blood flew out from Chen Shunan's bone marrow, like chasing stars, and traveled all over his body.

These stars, shrouded in a light mist, flickered in and out of existence, becoming buttons on the veil, outlining a strange and mysterious "Flesh and Jade Fragments Flying True Picture".

Chen Shunan reached out and grabbed a sharp knife, then swung it at his own arm.

The four seeds of Qi and Blood suddenly converged beneath the blade.

puff~
A distinct force came from his arm, deflecting the dagger.

Chen Shunan raised an eyebrow and increased the force.

After trying for a while, Chen Shunan was shocked to find that even if he mustered all his strength, he couldn't even hurt himself!

Even just twenty Qi and Blood Seeds are enough to perfectly defend against it!

"My limit is not the limit of my body?"

Chen Shunan muttered to himself.

At this moment, with just a thought, Chen Shunan could drape the jade robe over his body, and the seeds of qi and blood would appear in various parts of his body, blocking swords, spears, halberds, water, fire, and poison.

"Wonderful! The Jade-Neck Robe is truly extraordinary?"

Chen Shunan sighed repeatedly, casually punching a few times and stepping on the plum blossom stakes a few times.

I found that my blood circulation and energy levels had significantly improved.

However, the increase in speed and agility was only slight and not significant.

That's natural.

After Qing Ji's advancement, his movement technique reached almost the limit of the superior lightness skill "Flesh Immortal".

To further improve his movement skills, he either needs to obtain the follow-up techniques of "Flesh Immortal" and visualize the true skill diagram; or Qing Ji needs to advance again and become a Divine Speed ​​Armor Horse.

"Now, Chen should be no less than Coach Lin, right?"

Chen Shunan nodded in satisfaction.

Chen Shunan became intoxicated by the daily routine of pushing a cart to deliver water, practicing martial arts, listening to Scholar Ma chant scriptures, and sacrificing his sexuality.

In a daze, that rainy night not long ago seems like it happened many years ago.

So, Chen Shunan looked towards the hidden compartment under the bed.

"It's about time, it's time to make a move."

Money is just an external thing; save when you should, and spend when you should!
Five hundred taels of silver is enough to push Chen Shunan's strength to its peak in a very short time!
……

"Brother, I noticed through the window that some of the medicinal herbs in the storeroom have gone moldy. Shall I take them out and air them out?"

Wan Niang carried the chamber pot and emptied it for the night soil collector. When she returned to the room, she saw Chen Shun'an, who had finished washing up.

It was called a storeroom, but it was really just an oddly shaped storage room right next to the kitchen.

It was built against the courtyard wall and plastered with mud; Chen Shunan built it himself.

It is well-ventilated and cool, faces south, and can be locked at any time.

The key was always kept by Chen Shunan, and even Wan Niang was not allowed to enter without permission.

"get mouldy?"

Upon hearing this, Chen Shunan frowned.

The medicinal herbs in the warehouse were mostly gifts from relatives, friends, and various water spirits after he fell into the water last time.

It hasn't gotten damp and has been stored well, so how could it get moldy?

Thinking of this, Chen Shunan's heart stirred.

He vaguely remembered that if certain poisons such as fennel and gelsnezine were mixed into medicinal materials and were not taken for a long time, they would easily change color and develop mold spots.

Chen Shunan said calmly,

"Alright, I'll handle it myself later... By the way, how's Chunhong's situation with entering the palace?"

Wan Niang looked worried and sighed, “Thanks to the silver kingfisher hairpin you gave me the other day… This year’s Imperial Household Department’s assessment was extremely strict for some reason. Nine out of ten people were eliminated. It was only because Chun Hong was clever that she gave the silver kingfisher hairpin to the eunuch in the Imperial Household Department that she was able to get the opportunity to stay in the palace for a year on probation.”

There was a trial period for becoming a palace maid?
Chen Shunan clicked his tongue.

At this point, Wan Niang glanced at Chen Shun'an and said worriedly,

"I'm sorry, young master, that hairpin was originally yours..."

Chen Shunan interrupted Wan Niang and shook his head, saying, "Since it's all given to Chun Hong, how she uses it is her business. There's no need for this."

Upon hearing this, Wan Niang finally felt relieved.

After breakfast.

Chen Shunan took out the moldy deer antler, wrapped it in a floral blue cloth, and put it into his small bag.

As usual, she sacrificed her looks.

Wishes +3, time to go out and work.

Wan Niang straightened her disheveled clothes, her face neither flushed nor out of breath, appearing somewhat accustomed to it.

As Chen Shunan left Chaodou Hutong, he looked out into the distance and saw a clear sky with not a cloud in the sky.

"It's going to be hot again today..."

Chen Shunan shook his head and strode towards Weiheng Street.

Passing through Fucheng Street, it was the season for melons and plums to float on the water and for watermelons to be 'broken' (in Beijing, a certain item that is just coming into season is called 'broken').

Chen Shunan spent three copper coins to select a dark green-skinned melon from Baozhou.

Then, holding the melon, he left satisfied.

at the same time.

A restaurant not far away, a window seat on the second floor.

Two figures stood side by side at the window, looking down at the bustling crowds on the street.

Manager Xiang of Wanlong Mill stood humbly behind a man in brocade robes.

"Have you found out who burned the warehouse?"

The man in brocade robes didn't turn his head, his voice calm. The lively atmosphere coming from the street was completely shattered by the aloofness and arrogance in his eyes.

It seems that in his eyes, those things on the road were nothing but ants.

"The other party is very clean. I only know that there are quite a few thieves, and they are quite strong..." Xiang said softly.

The man in brocade robes opened and closed his eyes, revealing a cold glint.
"It seems like it was Shuiwozi and his gang who did it. Zhao Guangxi, or Liu Ruyue..."

The logic of the two factions, the millstone and the water well, is very consistent.

If the culprit cannot be found, then it must have been done by the other party!

The shopkeeper's gaze swept across the street, and he suddenly spotted a figure. He paused briefly and said,

"That old man down there is Shui San'er from Weiheng Street. He's very experienced, and he's the one who ruined Zhuang Kun's plans last time. He might know some inside information. Should I take action to capture him and interrogate him to extract a confession..."

Snapped!
No sooner had he finished speaking than a clear handprint appeared on the shopkeeper's face.

The shopkeeper felt a burning pain on his face, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

He stood there silently, his humble expression unchanged.

The man in brocade took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped his palms, his voice icy.

"We're a legitimate mill, not some ruthless thugs. Why are you torturing us? Why don't you just kill us on the spot?!"
Besides, what inside information could a mere cart-pushing Shui San'er, a peasant who wags his tail and begs for mercy, possibly know?
My ancestors followed His Majesty into the Central Plains, serving as the head cook in charge of the food and drink of three thousand cavalrymen. They even moved mountains and became known as the White Mountain people! Bullying these peasants would only dirty my hands!

The shopkeeper's voice trembled slightly as he said, "Master Zheng is right."

"Find Yang Lu as soon as possible. That sickly tiger is probably hiding somewhere healing its wounds. Ha, it's used to being wild, it even guards against me."

The man in brocade robes remained calm, as if the collapse of the sky would not faze him.

“We can lose everything else, including the hibiscus oil lamps. But if we lose that ‘blue iron match’… we could never pay back the debt in ten lifetimes.”

Upon hearing "blue-hot matches," a flicker of fear flashed across the shopkeeper's eyes, and he quickly said in a solemn voice,
"Yes!"

(End of this chapter)