Refining the True from the False: Becoming a God Starting with Devouring a True Dragon

Chapter 52 Vegetables and Herbs [Three-Flavor Qi-Gathering Powder] Some things don't weigh less than four ounces...

"Is anything okay to order?"

Wang Qi inquired.

"Anything is fine," Yin Chun said with a gentle smile.

"Give me one of your most expensive dishes and drinks from Chunshui Pavilion."

Wang Qi spoke.

Yin Chun was stunned by what she heard.

"Wine and food?" Yinchun asked.

"Is there nothing else?"

"That's all. Also, have the cook come along and introduce me to him."

"Is this alright?"

When Wang Qi went upstairs, he could vaguely see the dishes on the tables of the guests, all of which were things he had never heard of before. If he used his insight, he might gain something unexpected.

Even if it doesn't work, you can still gain some knowledge in this area.

"no problem!"

Yin Chun thought to herself that this young master Wang was a strange person, but she didn't say anything more.

At this moment, her mind was filled with nothing but the young master's important matters.

She was in a hurry to leave when she heard her maid behind her cry out, "Miss, I can't stand up!"

Yin Chun turned around and saw that the maid, who had a profound martial arts background, was trembling.

She suddenly realized,

Wang Qi's punches just now were too 'deadly'.

She quickly helped the person up, then slowly left the room.

Wang Qi sat in his luxurious boudoir, pondering the true identity of the young master behind Yin Chun.

According to rumors, the county magistrate was likely involved with Lao Fei of the Fragrant Meat Cult.

The Fragrant Meat Cult also has methods for exorcising evil spirits, and these methods are widely praised.

If it can't be cured, the county magistrate probably won't protect them, right?

In that case,

I shouldn't be looking for myself anymore.

But if he wasn't the son of Magistrate Gao, nor Shi Hua, the head of the yamen (a type of constable), who else could it be?

It's impossible that Magistrate Liu Caiping's son works in the military government, or that County Lieutenant Ji Shichang has seven daughters.

When I was at the height of my fame some time ago.

This little silver spring also represented the young master behind her who had extended an olive branch to him. However, upon hearing of his feud with County Magistrate Ji Shichang, and not wanting to cause trouble, he left without even meeting her.

If we consider this aspect, most of the prominent figures in the city would have to be excluded.

That's really strange...

Could they be from the Black River Gang?

Upon realizing this, Wang Qi became much more vigilant.

Downstream Alley.

In a rare vegetable garden courtyard.

He looked like a man carrying a tortoise shell, hunched over, cultivating his own vegetable garden.

He held a small rake in his left hand and kept loosening the soil.

Loosening the soil facilitates fertilizer penetration, allowing fruits and vegetables to grow faster and become more succulent.

On the right are two wooden barrels.

One smelled bad, and the other smelled bad too.

The turtle-backed man used a wooden spoon to scoop up the fertilizer from the wooden bucket and sprinkled it into the bucket.

However, the fertilizer looked rather horrifying.

It looks like the dismembered remains of an animal.

However, the turtle-backed man remained calm, clearly unfazed by the situation.

The second spoonful,

It was fished out of another wooden bucket.

The pools of blood fell onto the seedlings, and the seedlings, as if parched by rain, opened their tender buds and leaves, like gaping mouths, greedily swallowing the "dew."

The turtle-backed man suddenly turned sharp, and just as he pulled out his rake, a large knife was pressed against his neck, slowly forcing him into the shadows of the corner.

click!

A cold glint flashed.

The man with the turtle-like back contorted in pain, but before he could even scream, his mouth was stuffed with a strip of cloth and his chin was being held down. Only a few sounds escaped from between his teeth.

The tendons in his hands were twisted outwards, and blood was flowing continuously.

The rake also fell to the ground.

The turtle-backed man looked at the nine masked figures that appeared like ghosts before him, his eyes filled with fear.

too fast!

In the blink of an eye, these people had subdued him.

He was a master of external cultivation, and no one in the sewer alley dared to disrespect him.

Now they have become lambs to the slaughter.

A masked man approached the two wooden buckets, setting aside a spoonful from each to examine them closely.

"It's a human corpse. Look at the arm—it has withered lines like tree rings. It must be the corpse of a mutated martial artist or a cultivator who mutated after eating the flesh and blood of a demon."

The man analyzed it.

The mutated martial artist goes without saying, while the latter is the kind of madman who wants to step into the path of martial arts but suffers from having no way to directly devour meat of unknown origin in order to seek that one in ten thousand "mutation".

Another type is those who have achieved some success in their cultivation but lack the resources to advance further, so they turn to consuming the flesh of other kinds of demons, causing ominous signs to appear in their bodies.

Then, he walked up to the turtle-backed man.

"Tell me! Who taught you to grow vegetables like this?"

The man's jaw relaxed slightly, and he said in a trembling voice, "I—I don't know."

"I just overheard someone say that this can make vegetables cook faster and even transform them—transform them into having the medicinal effects of certain precious herbs."

"Li Guibei, I advise you to behave yourself." Another burly man stepped forward and grabbed Guibei's neck.

The force was so great that the turtle-backed man's eyes bulged out and his face turned red.

A terrifying sense of suffocation washed over me.

After struggling for a few seconds,

The power suddenly dissipated, allowing the turtle-backed man to greedily inhale the air.

"We traced our route here through some of your men, and they all said they got the meat from you."

"explain!"

"Who's behind you? And where did you buy this meat from?"

The turtle-backed man suddenly laughed, "I know, you're from the government."

He looked at the group with surprise in his eyes.

He said smugly, "Don't be surprised, what villain would say 'Cha'?"

"And no matter how much you act, your tone will always be upright, so you can't fool anyone."

"Gentlemen, please spare my life and pretend you didn't see anything."

"This is better for both of us."

"You all saw what happened to that little messenger who brought the news—"

Fresh blood spurted out from his shoulder.

The turtle-backed man's arm fell to the ground with a thud.

He instantly snapped out of his smugness and realized that these people had severed his tendons upon meeting him.

After guessing that the other party was from the government, he became a little too smug.

This group of people,

They seem a bit different from the usual yamen runners who handle cases.

These nine people were the nine "die-hards" gathered by Liu Caiping, who came specifically to investigate this case.

They do things in unconventional ways.

In just over half a day, only the tip of the iceberg was revealed.

What was originally a minor case of theft involving a local gentry and wealthy merchant turned into a dangerous situation when a clue slightly involved the Fragrant Meat Cult, leading to the murder of a government official in retaliation that same day.

The nine people originally thought that this would be a typical factional struggle between the three giants.

Liu Caiping merely wanted to use the "fairness" of these nine people to consolidate power, suppress dissidents, establish authority, and win over the hearts of wealthy merchants.

But a little investigation revealed...

But it terrified them.

Someone is secretly using the blood and bones of mutated people to grow vegetables, cultivating some kind of "medicinal vegetables" that can cure all diseases.

Some things,

Some things may not weigh much on a scale, but once they're on it, they can weigh a ton.

The burly man took a deep breath. "Just tell me what you know."

"Why bother?" the turtle-backed man gritted his teeth and stubbornly insisted. "If we count upwards, we might actually be from the same family."

The broadsword was already at his right arm, slowly slicing through his flesh.

"Let's talk about... Xiaoyangdao Hutong!"

"I got the meat from Xiaoyangdao Hutong. The prostitutes would lure customers in, drug them, and then send them to the backyard—where a group of butchers would slaughter the meat and put it on the shelves. Then the meat would be sold down the chain of stores to be used for farming."

"Just farming?"

One of them pressed him for answers again.

"Will I live if I tell you?" the turtle-backed man asked.

The tall, thin taxi driver sneered, "If you don't tell me, you'll die right now."

"It seems, it seems that some of the 'lean meat' was used to refine a powerful medicine," the turtle-backed man said hastily.

"Then why don't you use demon flesh and bones?"

Zhang Yuan, who was not far away, asked.

The turtle-backed man stared wide-eyed. "Why didn't the 100,000 troops stationed in Dushui County flatten the 100,000 Demon Mountains?"

Everyone was speechless.

What else could it be—

We can't beat them.

Zhang Yuan spoke again, "Is this matter related to the Fragrant Meat Cult?"

"I have no idea."

The turtle-shelled man shook his head, feeling the blade against his shoulder, and said emotionally, "I really don't know!"

"Then what did you just say, 'If we count upwards, maybe we're from the same family'?"

The tall, thin man brandished his knife.

"Speak up! Don't try any tricks!"

"I guess—I guess it's the county magistrate." Cold sweat streamed down the turtle-backed man's forehead.

The nine people exchanged glances.

The tall, thin man then swiftly swung his knife and severed the man's head.

"Take all these vegetables and herbs back with you—"

"Young Master Wang, I apologize for keeping you waiting."

"This dish is called 'Gathering of Heroes'."

Inside the Spring Water Pavilion, the cook stood by the table, respectfully introducing Wang Qi.

Wang Qi glanced at the exquisitely presented but rather small-portion dishes in front of him.

Red radish, white radish, green radish —

What do you mean by a gathering of heroes? This is just a meeting of radishes.

"This dish uses three-colored medicinal radish produced in Dushui County, and the blood of the Five-Colored Flower Chicken is used as fertilizer."

"The soup is made from the bones of a bull demon that have been simmering for three days and three nights."

"This dish is appetizing, good for the spleen, and helps to regulate qi and relieve ailments—"

Wang Qi immediately became interested after hearing about the ingredients.

see through!

The deep blue text appeared before my eyes.

【Sanwei Juqi San: After taking it, it can more smoothly mobilize internal energy, nourishing and regulating it.】

hiss····

That's interesting.

Does mobilizing internal energy mean regulating the internal energy within the body?

Does dragon energy count as internal energy?

Wang Qi immediately put down his chopsticks and swallowed a piece of carrot.

Then,

He focused his mind slightly, and the dragon energy in his chest stirred instantly.

It feels several times lighter than usual!

Good guy!

In this way, will it speed up my training of Dragon Elephant Secret Martial Arts?

After all, the cultivation of Dragon Elephant Secret Martial Arts relies entirely on dragon energy as its 'engine'.

Wonderful.

My own experiment proved to be correct.

He listened to the chef explain the recipe while silently memorizing the steps.

Write this recipe down.

Wang Qigang was about to try a piece when he heard the door being opened.

Yin Chun and a man's voices came from outside the door.

"Young master, please be careful."

"Young Master Long, please slow down—"

Wang Qi put down his chopsticks and bowl.

.

The important person is getting anxious.