The Martial Lord of the Troubled World

Chapter 66 Immaculate (Part 2)

"To begin learning the Medicine Buddha's Lapis Lazuli Body, one needs to understand the meaning of purity; to master the Medicine Buddha's Pure Light Blade, one also needs to have a sudden enlightenment of Buddhist principles."

"If I can't get past this hurdle, it will be difficult for my strength to undergo a qualitative change."

Fu Juemin reached out and stroked the blade of the short knife, a glint of light surging in his eyes.

The Pharmacist's Pure Light Blade is fine, but the real problem is the Hundred-Year Swamp Lotus Seeds needed for the Pharmacist's Lapis Lazuli Body breakthrough. I used two seeds in two medicinal baths, and now I only have one left.

In other words, if Fu Juemin fails in his third attempt, it's uncertain when he will be able to try again.

So Fu Juemin is very anxious now, but reason tells him that the more critical the moment, the less he should rush.

This contradiction left him feeling like he had a lump in his throat, something he couldn't swallow or expel.

"Master."

A servant hurried into the training room, approached Fu Juemin, and whispered, "Huang Fang of the Bagua Knife said he won't be coming anymore."

Fu Juemin frowned slightly. "Did you say what the reason was?"

"They say that the young master's skill in swordsmanship has far surpassed his, so there's no need for him to learn anything more from him, and he's too ashamed to continue teaching him."

"Not because of anything else?"

The maid shook her head. "He said no."

Fu Juemin's eyes flickered, and after a moment, he said calmly, "Alright, I understand."

"Give him an extra ten silver dollars for today's tuition."

"Yes."

The servants left, and Fu Juemin picked up a towel, wiped his sweat, put on his clothes, and walked out of the training room.

He strolled to the garden. It was already November, and all the trees were withered. Even with special care, the Fu family's garden was a grayish-blue, and its appearance was not as good as before.

After walking for a while, Fu Juemin felt even more depressed, so he called Cao Tian and decided to go out for a walk.

Butler Chen Bo immediately prepared the car. After Fu Juemin got in and sat down, the driver in the front seat looked in the rearview mirror and asked him, "Young Master, where are we going?"

Fu Juemin thought for a moment, then finally said, "Let's go to the dock."

Luanhe Wharf.

In late autumn, the river water loses its summery yellow hue and becomes clear and crisp.

The water's surface rippled with tiny, fish-scale-like waves as a small steam cargo ship, puffing out billows of smoke, slowly approached the shore.

Fu Juemin stood on one side of the bank, his eyes seemingly gazing at the distant river and the laborers busy carrying heavy bags on and off the boats, but in reality, all his attention was focused on the waters beneath the surface of the river.

[Listening] is activated, and perception spreads quietly like invisible spider silk.

As the sounds of nature entered his ears, filtered through layers of noise, Fu Juemin, in addition to the "Haunted Listening," was also trying to sense the presence of the water monkey with his pure, demonic instincts.

Gradually, he seemed to "hear" some noises.

A chill that seeped into my bones slowly rose up my spine, and a blurry, dark scene appeared in my mind.

The murky black water, with muddy weeds clinging to it like scattered black hair, was filthy and putrid.
Gradually, Fu Juemin seemed to "see" a strange figure curled up in some dark place, seemingly asleep.

He kept clearing away the murky light in front of his eyes, trying to get closer.

Little by little, little by little, little by little.
Just as Fu Juemin was about to "see" the sleeping figure clearly, a pair of evil, eerie green eyes, like burning will-o'-the-wisps, suddenly opened in front of him and glared at him fiercely!
"Young Master Fu!"

The call pulled Fu Juemin back to reality. His shoulders trembled slightly, and he quickly detached himself from the subtle sensation.

Turning around, Fu Juemin saw a person standing a few steps away, smiling and greeting him with a fist and palm salute.

This was a young man in his late twenties, with a well-proportioned build, high cheekbones, and narrow eyes. His appearance gave him an air of innate coldness and ruthlessness.

He wore a dark maroon long gown, and a large jade thumb ring on his left thumb, as if to deliberately appear more composed and mature.

"Wu Bozhou?"

Fu Juemin looked at the young man in front of him, his eyes flickering.

"Yes."

The young man laughed and said, "I've often heard my godfather mention the name of Young Master Fu Lingjun. Meeting him today, I can see he is indeed extraordinary."

While Fu Juemin was sizing up Wu Bozhou, Wu Bozhou was also observing the eldest young master of the Fu family in front of him.

While he uttered flattering words, a hint of surprise would occasionally flash in his eyes.

The person before him was handsome and strong. Although he was wearing a suit and just standing there casually, there was an invisible and heavy sense of oppression that surged towards him like the rising tide of a canal.

Wu Bozhou was also a martial artist. He often heard the gang members who were sent to the Fu family as sparring partners talk about how powerful and talented the young master of the Fu family was. He thought they were just saying nice things because they had received a lot of benefits from the Fu family. But after meeting him in person today, he realized that those words were not exaggerated at all.

This is no longer the playboy that everyone talks about on the streets; he is clearly a fledgling tiger lurking in the deep mansion, his fierce nature just beginning to show!

Indeed, how could powerful figures like Fu Guosheng and Fu Guoping possibly raise mediocre and incompetent successors?

"Is the water demon at the bottom of the river still there?"

Fu Juemin pointed to the river and asked Wu Bozhou.

Wu Bozhou pondered for a moment and replied, "I don't know. Since the river meeting, there has been less activity."

Perhaps it's because winter is approaching and the river water is cold; there haven't been any disturbances for quite some time now.

Fu Juemin nodded, turned to look at the distant river, and remained silent for a long time.

Wu Bozhou didn't know how to speak. At the dock, he was the leader of the Black Shark Gang, who commanded over a thousand men. But now, standing beside Fu Juemin, he felt like Fu Juemin's follower, his status and aura both being overshadowed.

This feeling made him uncomfortable, yet he couldn't escape it.

Suddenly, Fu Juemin spoke up abruptly: "Has Chief Wu ever thought about avenging his father?"

Wu Bozhou was taken aback, not understanding what Fu Juemin meant by that. After thinking for a moment, he replied, "Of course I want to, but the water demon is cunning and unpredictable. Even Second Master can't do anything about it."

I have a heart full of courage, but nowhere to use it.

"When you threw live animals into the river, didn't you think about poisoning them?"

Fu Juemin turned his head slightly and asked.

Wu Bozhou smiled wryly, "Of course I've thought about it, and I've tried it."

But that water demon was very discerning; it could taste the difference in the essence and blood of the animals it was feeding medicine to.

Moreover, if it eats a poisoned animal even once, it will inevitably come ashore that night to harm people; it is extremely vengeful. After it tried this a few times, we dared not do it again.

"If we bring it up from the water, gather enough people, trap it with iron mesh and steel wire, and then bombard it with gunpowder."

Is it possible to subdue or kill it?

Fu Juemin said thoughtfully.

Wu Bozhou pondered for a moment, then shook his head. "Perhaps it's feasible, provided it's lured deep enough. Otherwise, once it enters the water, all our efforts will be wasted."

"I understand."

Fu Juemin nodded and slowly turned around. "If I need to trouble Chief Wu in the future, I'll bother you again."

"I am at Young Master Fu's beck and call."

Wu Bozhou respectfully clasped his hands in greeting.

"Take care, Young Master Fu."

Wu Bozhou led a group of Black Shark Gang members and stood under the archway of Luanhe Wharf until the car had completely driven away before slowly withdrawing from the show of farewell.

Watching the car speed away, Wu Bozhou's advisor, who had visited the Fu family several times before, couldn't help but sigh, "That young master of the Fu family is really carefree. Right now, Song Lin, the son of Governor Song, is using all sorts of methods to target the Fu family, yet he still has the leisure to concern himself with this dock monster's affairs."

"Who knows."

Wu Bozhou replied casually.

Seeing Wu Bozhou's nonchalant attitude, the clerk hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help but whisper, "Chief, now that the Fu family is being targeted by the Song family, we should make plans as soon as possible."

When the old gang leader passed away suddenly, it was indeed an excellent strategy for you to leverage the Fu family's influence to secure your position as gang leader.

But the Fu family is currently in dire straits themselves. If they don't sever ties with them as soon as possible, they might be implicated in the future.

"The advisor knows that you value loyalty and righteousness. Since you have taken the second master of the Fu family as your godfather, you must not want to do such a despicable thing."

But then again, the old gang leader died because of the Fu family. If you really want to calculate it, they owed you first. You've done a lot for them these past few months, and you've already repaid what you owed them.
Even if we take a step back and assume you disregard your own safety, you should at least think about the Black Shark Gang.

"We can't risk the lives of thousands of Black Shark Gang members for the sake of the Fu family, can we?"

Listening to the clerk's earnest advice, Wu Bozhou's eyes flickered, and his brows gradually furrowed.

He turned to look at the turbulent river in the distance and remained silent for a long time.

After a moment, Wu Bozhou finally said in a low voice, "Don't worry, Master."

I will make plans for this in advance.

The advisor breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a complex and gratified look in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)