Gou Zai Wu Dao Chao Shi Xing Nian Da Gong

Chapter 62 The Huang Family in the Inner City is Really Evil? (Seeking First Subscription)

After returning home, Zhou Fugan disguised himself and took the precious tortoise to Xinghu Hall.

He didn't recognize the precious tortoise and feared he might not cook it well and waste its potential. So he decided to go find Zhang Fa to ask how to prepare it for cooking. He was the owner of the pharmacy and would surely know something.

Zhang Fa was surprised to see the old tortoise, and then congratulated Zhou Fugan.

"Haha, Mr. Chen, what good luck! This was originally an ordinary old tortoise, but after a hundred years of growth, it has transformed into a treasure tortoise. Judging from its growth rings, it is at least ten years old."

"This kind of precious tortoise, in terms of increasing cultivation, is not as good as those naturally born precious species. However, its advantage lies in its gentle nourishment, which is best for nourishing the body, prolonging life, and its medicinal properties are mild, so ordinary people can also take it. If it were to be sold, it would be quite valuable."

"To prolong life?"

Zhou Futu was overjoyed upon hearing this. He needed exactly this kind of thing.

So he quickly said, "Forget about selling it; I intend to use it myself. However, I don't know how to prepare it, and I'm afraid I'll waste the precious item. Does Manager Zhang have a solution? I'm willing to pay."

Zhang Fa pondered for a moment, then replied, "I do indeed have a medicinal recipe called Turtle and Ginseng Longevity Soup, which is very suitable for cooking this precious turtle and truly has the effect of prolonging life. I also have the precious ginseng needed to prepare the medicine; the total price is three hundred taels. What do you think, Mr. Chen?"

"it is good."

Zhou Futu immediately agreed.

This medicinal recipe is quite expensive, and it will be useful for cooking turtle dishes in the future. Moreover, it also includes precious ginseng, which is also a valuable ingredient.

Afterwards, he took the prescription and herbs and returned home. However, instead of cooking the medicinal dish, he threw the old turtle into the well in his backyard to keep it alive for the time being.

Although this thing can prolong life, he's not going to die anytime soon, so there's no rush to eat it.

He wanted to wait for his son, Zhou Guangshun, to return before preparing the medicinal meal. The advantage of this precious tortoise was that it was effective for ordinary people. Zhou Guangshun had suffered a lot and was physically weak. If he could drink a bowl of the precious tortoise soup, it would surely be of great benefit.

late at night.

After finishing his martial arts training, Zhou Fugan sat upright in his room, a stick of spirit-seeking incense burning in front of him.

He prepared to try the spirit-seeking sorcery again. Although he had just completed it recently, he was exempt from the cost, so he wasn't afraid to use it frequently.

His primary goal is treasure hunting. The discovery of the treasure turtle proves that his spirit-hunting magic is quite effective. Who knows what other treasures he might find?

The second purpose is to strengthen the soul. This secret technique can be used as a method to strengthen the soul. Although the effect is very weak, if practiced frequently, the effect will be quite considerable over time.

Zhou Fugan closed his eyes, sat in meditation, and chanted scriptures, practicing the art of incense meditation.

Soon, he entered a state similar to his soul leaving his body, and a wisp of his consciousness floated up and flew away into the distance.

This time, he saw the dock and many boats, then plunged into the turbulent river. In the dark depths, a bright spot could be vaguely seen moving quickly before disappearing from sight.

Zhou Fugan woke up again, rubbing his temples to relieve the discomfort.

This time, his secret technique was successful again. It's just a pity that he seemed to have found a treasure fish in the Blackwater River. This creature wouldn't stay put and wait to be caught; it swam back and forth in the river, making it impossible to catch unless fishing boats were deployed to create a large-scale net.

However, Zhou Fugan was not discouraged, after all, his soul had been slightly strengthened again.

For the next two weeks, Zhou Fugan would use the evil spirit-seeking technique to strengthen his soul every night after finishing his martial arts practice.

Sometimes he succeeds in finding treasure, and sometimes he fails. But even if he successfully finds traces of treasure, it doesn't mean he can get it. Sometimes it's a treasure fish in the river, and sometimes the treasure he finds already belongs to someone, in their house. He can't just break in and steal it, can he? He's not that kind of person.

So, besides the treasure tortoise, the only other thing he obtained was a low-grade precious medicinal herb, the Water Spirit Ginseng, from the Blackwater River. This was of little use to him, but it was perfect for Zhou He.

Late that night, Zhou Fugan used his secret technique again.

Finally, he arrived at the depths of an extremely luxurious courtyard, above a lotus pond, and suddenly plummeted down.

"Who is it?"

He vaguely heard a loud shout. Then he felt a flash of white light, and everything went black before he was back.

Zhou Fugan suddenly opened his eyes, feeling a splitting headache, as if something was churning in his brain.

"What's going on?"

He recalled what had just happened, his expression filled with surprise and uncertainty.

It seems that a trace of his consciousness leaving his body was discovered and destroyed.

But he had never heard of such a thing before. He only knew that martial arts were the highest virtue in the world, and he had never heard of anything that could destroy one's will.

However, upon further reflection, he realized that it made sense. Since he possessed the evil art of spirit-seeking, were there perhaps even more advanced, similar mystical methods? Or even a systematic cultivation method?

"Perhaps this kind of thing has been hidden away for some reason and is not seen in the world."

This planted a seed in Zhou Futu's heart.

For the next few days, he refrained from using the spirit-seeking sorcery. Having learned that someone could threaten even a sliver of his consciousness from leaving his body, he dared not use it lightly. Otherwise, if he were tracked down, it would be a huge problem.

That day, Zhou Futu disguised himself and entered the inner city with a black market invitation in hand, slowly searching along the lines of his memory. He was preparing to find the luxurious courtyard that had once shattered his will to live.

Before long, he arrived at the southwest of the inner city, where there was a vast and luxurious courtyard, the very place he had seen that night.

"The Huang family residence? The Huang family of the inner city?"

Zhou Futu was deeply shocked when he looked at the plaque at the entrance of the mansion.

Clearly, the Huang family possesses a hidden lineage similar to spirit-seeking sorcery, and it is far more powerful than spirit-seeking sorcery itself.

He then left quietly; the Huang family was not someone he could deal with at the moment.

The atmosphere inside the Huang residence was oppressive.

The maids and servants hurried about, remaining silent. Even when they met someone they knew, they would only exchange a glance before quickly leaving, never daring to exchange a single word.

Outside a study deep within the mansion lay the gruesome corpse of a servant. The Huang family steward was directing several burly guards to remove the body. Their eyes would occasionally sweep across the study door, revealing a deep fear, as if a man-eating monster lurked there.

Inside the study, an elderly man sat upright in a chair. He had white hair but a youthful face, a ruddy complexion, and his eyes shone with a sharp light, exuding an aura of majesty like a tiger crouching and a dragon coiling.

This man was none other than the patriarch of the Huang family, Huang Tianji!

He was a powerful expert in the late stage of the Qi and Blood Realm, the top expert in the entire Qingshan County, and had been renowned for decades.

Standing beside him was a middle-aged man with a gloomy face, who was none other than Huang Fuchen, the current head of the Huang family.

"Father, news has come from the prefectural city that the county magistrate is definitely going to be replaced," Huang Fuchen said in a deep voice.

"Oh? Do you know the background of the new magistrate?" Huang Tianji asked casually.

Huang Fuchen shook his head. "I don't know yet. I've only heard that the officials from the Ministry of Personnel who are here to deliver the imperial edict have arrived in the prefectural city and will be coming to Qingshan County soon."

"Then let's wait and see," Huang Tianji said calmly.

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Huang Fuchen nodded, hesitated for a moment, and said, "By the way, Father, Master Zhang said a few days ago that some fellow cultivators were spying on him and that he needed to go back to retrieve a magic weapon to deal with them. Did he know something and just make up an excuse?"

Huang Tianji pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice, "It's not impossible. Those people might know more than we do. In that case, we need to be careful. Here's what you'll do: send someone to the prefectural city again to urge them on, and make sure we get more detailed information."

"good!"

"However, you don't need to be too afraid. The four of us are closely connected. Even though we bicker and joke around all the time, we'll stand together when something really happens. No one can turn the world upside down."

"My son understands."