Dark Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 141 Vigilance

Reeking of alcohol and perfume, Zhang Qing returned to the villa at the Yongxing Gang's headquarters.

If it were outside Luoshan city, he might stay overnight at Chunyue Garden.

But this is a camp.

In the dead of night, the Black Tide will sweep in, and staying in an unfamiliar and turbulent place is clearly not a wise choice.

Although Chun Jiu Niang was very enthusiastic, the girls who accompanied her to drink were also very charming and affectionate.

However, they could not shake Zhang Qing's will.

After closing the door, Zhang Qing opened a storage bag that Zhao Yongxing had given him earlier.

Without a doubt, this was clearly a sugar-coated bullet that the gang leader had fired at him.

Zhang Qing refused the beauties from Chunyue Garden, but he did not refuse the benefits they offered.

He has made it clear that he has no intention of fighting for power or getting involved in gang affairs, and has even taken the initiative to suggest that Zhao Yongxing appoint a deputy leader for the inner hall.

Unless Zhao Yongxing has been kicked in the head by a donkey, he knows what he should do!

Therefore, if Zhang Qing doesn't accept it, it will only make the other party suspicious.

This is not conducive to harmony in the coming year.

What Zhang Qing didn't expect was that Zhao Yongxing's sugar-coated bullet was far more substantial than anticipated!

Five spirit stones, three hundred large talisman coins, plus several hundred catties of fresh ferocious beast meat and ten jars of Drunken Flower Wine.

There's money, meat, and wine.

Full of sincerity!

Zhang Qing was also very satisfied.

This further solidified my original idea.

He put away his storage bag, went to the quiet room, and began his cultivation practice for the night.

Although the villa allocated to Zhang Qing by Yongxing Gang was not large, it was fully equipped with a living room, bedroom, quiet room, and bathroom, and had all the necessary furniture and furnishings.

There is also a small courtyard outside where you can practice your martial arts.

In terms of living conditions, it is much better than Zhang Qing's residence in the Xuanming Lower Courtyard.

Of course, the concentration of spiritual energy here is much lower than that of the Xuanming Lower Academy.

But Zhang Qing came here to earn spirit stones.

Sitting cross-legged on the futon, he closed his eyes, concentrated his mind, and urged the true qi in his dantian to rise through his meridians, drawing in the spiritual energy of heaven and earth from the outside world into his body.

The first round of the circadian rhythm has begun.

Within moments, Zhang Qing entered a meditative state where he was completely absorbed in the world around him.

The room was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sound was his long, drawn-out breathing.

Time slips away silently.

Then, a deep, resonant clapper sound suddenly reached Zhang Qing's ears.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It's past midnight.

Zhang Qing suddenly opened his eyes, a sharp glint flashing in his dark pupils.

Since entering the Xuanming Lower Academy, he has rarely heard that once-familiar sound of the clapper.

Now, returning to the camp and hearing that voice again, countless memories instantly flooded my mind.

Zhang Qing let out a long breath, finished his practice, and stood up.

He left the meditation room and went to the living room outside. He then took out a talisman pen and talisman paper from his storage bag, laid them on the table, and began to draw talismans.

As Zhang Qing's physical and spiritual attributes continued to improve, and as his cultivation level broke through, the time it took him to fall asleep became shorter and shorter.

Now, he only needs two hours of rest each night to feel fully refreshed and energetic.

This means that Zhang Qing will have more time to devote to his spiritual practice.

This is also an important reason why he decided to cultivate the art of talismans.

Having just reaped a large sum of money, Zhang Qing now unleashed his full potential, his brushstrokes flowing like dragons, creating one talisman after another.

Cultivating immortality requires both talent and a significant investment of resources to hone one's skills.

This is especially true for alchemy, weapon crafting, and talisman crafting!

To accumulate enough experience and reach higher levels, one must draw and refine each piece one by one until one achieves mastery.

Zhang Qing has only just begun to master the art of talisman crafting; he still needs to work harder!

The long night passed quietly like that.

The next morning, after the rooster crowed, Zhang Qing woke up from his sleep.

He got up from the bed, walked barefoot out of the room, and went to the small courtyard outside.

The cool stone slabs, still damp with morning mist, invigorated Zhang Qing and made him feel refreshed.

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Just then, there was a gentle knock on the courtyard door.

Zhang Qing's heart stirred, and he immediately stepped forward and opened the courtyard gate.

A pretty young woman in a plain dress stood in front of the door. She was about sixteen years old and had an outstanding appearance. She was also carrying a vermilion food box in her hand.

Upon seeing Zhang Qing, she quickly bowed gracefully: "This servant, Xiao Zhao, greets the Hall Master."

Zhang Qing nodded, then asked, puzzled, "What's this?"

The girl pursed her lips and replied softly, "It was the leader who ordered me to come and serve you, sir. I should have come last night, but it was too late and I was afraid it would be inconvenient for you, so—"

Zhang Qing suddenly realized—it was the second sugar-coated bullet!

He thought for a moment and then asked, "So, are you going to stay here with me?"

A faint blush rose on Xiao Zhao's pretty face, and she lowered her head, saying, "This servant will obey your orders, sir."

"How about this then—"

Zhang Qing said, "From now on, I'll leave the food delivery and cleaning to you, but I prefer living alone."

It's not that he can't accept being served by others, but rather that he has many secrets, and it would be very inconvenient to have an outsider around, making him feel constrained in his actions.

Xiao Zhao looks lovely, but she's most likely a spy planted by Zhao Yongxing.

This gang leader probably couldn't wait for her to get into Zhang Qing's bed.

Zhang Qing could certainly eat the sugar coating and then throw the cannonball back.

But it is not necessary.

Hearing Zhang Qing's reply, Xiao Zhao was slightly disappointed and bowed, saying, "Xiao Zhao understands, and will try not to disturb you in the future."

"very good."

Zhang Qing was pleased with the other party's understanding and said, "Give me the breakfast."

He could already smell the aroma of the pastries.

After taking the food box and getting rid of the sweet talk, Zhang Qing returned to the living room.

He opened the food box and saw four kinds of pastries inside, still steaming hot.

It smells wonderful.

Zhang Qing picked up a piece and tasted it; the meat filling tasted quite good.

He couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

When Zhang Qing first arrived in Changshunji, he didn't feel that there was anything special about this camp.

It's simply a place where humans and demons live together, and the market is quite prosperous.

But last night in Chunyue Garden, he witnessed the unusual nature of this camp.

The layout of Chunyue Garden would be normal in the outer city, but its appearance in Yingji is surprising.

Zhang Qing had a vague feeling that the water here was a bit deep.

The conflict between the Yongxing Gang and the Jinyi Society should not be taken lightly.

There are definitely many problems.

Zhang Qing secretly reminded himself that while it's okay to slack off and relax, he must not let his guard down, or else...

You don't even realize you've been scammed.

Zhao Yongxing is by no means a simple person!

After finishing breakfast, Zhang Qing, with a plan in mind, returned to the courtyard, reached into his storage bag, took out the Qingfeng Sword, and began practicing the "Flowing Cloud Sword Technique".

The sword light flashed and the sword energy crisscrossed, tempering his body and honing his Dao heart at the same time!

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