Tianjin, starting with unorthodox methods to achieve immortality

The buzzing discussion in the cafeteria grew louder and louder, with many people pointing and whispering.

Some people scoffed, while others envied the silver notes in their hands. In those days, silver dollars were not easy to earn, especially since their Qi and blood cultivation had not yet reached its peak.

Fang Yingxia turned her gaze to Chen Mo, her expression complicated. "Your roommate is being bullied like this, aren't you going to go and see?"

Chen Mo was picking up the last piece of braised pork when he heard this, so he looked up and gave her a strange look.

"They made two hundred yuan," he said, putting a piece of meat in his mouth. "Which eye of yours saw them being bullied?"

Fang Yingxia was taken aback. "But...they were..."

"They're picking up money." Chen Mo chewed on his meat and glanced over there. "It's rare to run into someone who's rich but stupid. Can't we make a little money off them?"

Two hundred silver dollars now would be worth tens of thousands of RMB in the future.

If this happened in his time, Wang Lao Er could have been eaten into bankruptcy...

Fang Yingxia was speechless.

The unfamiliar girl next to her couldn't help but laugh again. This time she didn't cover her mouth and was glared at by Liu Ruyan, so she quickly lowered her head.

Liu Ruyan was silent for a moment, then suddenly spoke: "So what are your thoughts?"

Chen Mo glanced at her, shoveled the last bite of rice into his mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, and then put down his chopsticks.

"I?"

He stood up, holding the empty plate, ready to put it away. "If you give me two hundred dollars, I can stand here and watch you eat."

Fang Yingxia's eyes lit up, and she blurted out, "I'll give it to you!"

"I just stood right next to Ruyan and watched her!"

Chen Mo paused in his steps.

Liu Ruyan slammed her chopsticks on the table, her face cold: "Both of you get out of here."

Fang Yingxia covered her mouth and laughed so hard her shoulders shook.

The unfamiliar girl was trying to suppress her laughter, and her face turned red.

Chen Mo looked down at Liu Ruyan, then at Fang Yingxia, and shrugged: "See, I don't even have a chance to earn some humiliation money."

He carried the empty plate to the food collection area.

Fang Yingxia's hushed voice came from behind, "Ruyan, why are you in such a hurry? I was just joking..."

"Are you kidding me? If you want it, you can have it, but don't drag me into it."

"Oh, I just wanted to see if he really dared to stand there..."

"Then go after him and give it to him now."

"I wouldn't dare, what if he actually stands there..."

Chen Mo twitched his lips but didn't turn around. Fang Yingxia was quite a character.

The food collection table is on the east side of the cafeteria, and you have to pass by Wang Boyan's table.

He carried the plate forward, and when he was still a few steps away from the table, Wang Boyan's voice rang out again.

"Hey, you there, the one standing up, yes, you, the one holding the plate."

Chen Mo didn't stop walking and continued forward, while Shen Bao and the others who were standing and eating had somewhat complicated expressions.

"They're talking to you!" The burly henchman stood up, blocking his path. "Our young master is calling you, are you deaf?"

Chen Mo stopped and looked up at him. This big guy was broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a long, horizontal face.

The most noticeable feature is the temples, which are slightly bulging.

When one cultivates their Qi and blood to a certain level, their temples will naturally bulge. Although this person's temples bulged, the bulge was not very obvious, indicating that he had only recently touched the threshold of Qi and blood circulation and his state was not yet stable.

Chen Mo stepped aside, trying to go around him, but the big guy moved another step and continued to block his way.

Wang Boyan leaned back in his chair, chopsticks in his hand, watching with interest. "Don't rush off, come and chat."

The cafeteria quieted down again, and many people looked over.

Chen Mo, holding the plate, looked at the big guy, then at Wang Boyan, and said, "I don't think we have anything to talk about."

The other person seemed to have heard something interesting, and their smile deepened. After slowly putting down their chopsticks, they picked up a handkerchief and wiped their mouth.

Do you know who I am?

Chen Mo didn't speak, he just looked at him.

The burly henchman took a step forward. "Our young master is asking you a question!"

Chen Mo took a half step back and frowned. These kinds of lackeys were the most annoying.

Wang Boyan waved his hand, signaling the big guy to step back, and then walked up to Chen Mo and looked him up and down.

His gaze lingered on his cloth shoes for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a chance to make some money."

He pulled out a stack of silver notes, took out two and waved them in front of Chen Mo, then threw the notes on the ground. "Take the plate and stand next to those people."

The silver note floated down to the ground, landing at Chen Mo's feet.

Shen Bao, holding the plate, gaped wide: "Chen Mo..."

Niu Dezhi muttered to himself, "Two hundred yuan, might as well make some."

Chen Mo looked down at the silver notes at his feet, then looked up at Wang Boyan.

"Only two hundred?"

Wang Boyan raised an eyebrow: "What, you think it's not enough?"

"With so little money, I'm in a difficult situation."

As Chen Mo spoke, he lifted his foot and stepped over the silver note, too lazy to pay attention to this foolish young master.

It's inconvenient to make a move within the Zhenyi Division.

If you beat the young ones, the older ones will come next. In such a large family, there are probably some old monsters hiding inside.

These days, money can make the devil turn the millstone, let alone a person.

To sacrifice one's peaceful life for such a person...

He won't do a business that loses money.

Behind him, Wang Boyan stared at his back, the smile on his face gradually fading.

The big guy's henchman realized what was happening and tried to chase after him, but he was stopped by him.

"never mind."

The tall man asked, puzzled, "Young Master?"

"What's the rush?"

Wang Boyan interrupted him, turned around and walked back to the table to sit down. He picked up his chopsticks and took a piece of fish. "The training camp is still long. There will be plenty of opportunities to have some fun with him."

. . . . . .

For the next two weeks, Chen Mo expected the second son of the Wang family to come looking for trouble, but unexpectedly, that fool happened to see Su Mei while passing by Zuodaoban and was immediately stunned by her beauty.

He immediately forgot about the trouble he had been causing and focused all his energy on launching a fierce pursuit of the beauty, sending her things to her dorm every day in various ways.

Chen Mo was happy to have some peace and quiet, so he deliberately avoided the places where Wang Boyan often frequented, and his days were quite comfortable.

Only the fat man remained resentful, occasionally gritting his teeth and cursing Wang Lao Er.

After that incident, the atmosphere in Dormitory No. 7 was no longer as harmonious as before.

Although everyone was still smiling on the surface, Shen Bao and the others had clearly become estranged from him, and they no longer ate or moved around together.

Chen Mo didn't mind and continued to attend classes and eat meals on time.

We were just temporary roommates and didn't have much of a relationship.

But Old Zhou, he's on pretty good terms with him now.

When the two weren't familiar with each other, Old Zhou often asked him questions in class, and Chen Mo often cursed him behind his back.

After we got to know each other better, I asked fewer and fewer questions.

"Regarding the bloody footprint you mentioned earlier, I checked the files, and it's recorded in the department."

Old Zhou sat down opposite him, holding his teacup, and took a sip with a look of enjoyment.

Chen Mo sat up straight, waiting for him to continue.

Old Zhou placed the teacup on the table before speaking, "This thing is called 'Lame Spirit.' It's one of the most evil things, but it's the least lethal and not very dangerous."

"How so?"

"This thing only comes out at night and likes to loiter around wells and ponds, leaving a trail of bloody footprints with every step it takes."

"It looks scary, but it won't bother you as long as you don't touch its footprints when it appears."

"What if it gets touched?"

"Touched it?" Old Zhou frowned as he recalled, "Touching it during the day seems fine, as long as it's not at night."

Chen Mo nodded and didn't ask any further questions.

Old Zhou glanced at him, then picked up his teacup again: "What, you ran into them?"

"No," Chen Mo shook his head. "I just heard people talking about it and found it strange."

"Hehe." The old man didn't expose him, but leaned forward and quietly asked, "You have a peculiar yin energy about you. Have you been practicing some special cultivation technique?"

Old Zhou's words caused Chen Mo's pupils to contract slightly; there was a particularly eerie aura about them.

What the other party is probably referring to is the Yin energy, but is it really that obvious? Can anyone detect it?

Chen Mo was lost in thought, but he didn't speak. He simply gestured for the old man to continue.

Old Zhou put down his teacup, stared at him for a long while, and then sighed.

"Everyone has secrets and opportunities. I know there are some things I shouldn't ask, but in your situation..."

He pondered for a moment, seemingly choosing his words carefully, "I advise you to try not to go out at night, especially around the fifteenth of the lunar month. The fuller the moon, the more dangerous it is for you."

Chen Mo frowned. "You mean, this yin energy can attract things?"

"Attract?" Old Zhou shook his head. "It's more than attract. The aura you exude is like a campfire in the dark, or fat meat in the eyes of a hungry wolf. They can smell it from several streets away."

He extended a finger and tapped it lightly on the table. "When I was young, I saw an old woman who practiced spirit mediumship in the countryside. She had a similar aura. But she had gradually acquired it from years of dealing with the spirit world."

"That old woman is very skilled and can keep you in check, but you..."

Old Zhou looked Chen Mo up and down: "I won't ask where your aura comes from, but you obviously haven't learned how to control it yet; it's just so open."

"Do you understand?"

Chen Mo was silent for a moment, then looked up at Lao Zhou: "Is there any way to cover it up?"

"no."

Old Zhou shook his head and sighed, "This stuff didn't come from outside; you developed it yourself, right?"

"Since it's an aura emanating from the cultivation technique, the only solution is to work with the technique itself. Either you cultivate it to perfection and can control it at will, then you can hide it or release it whenever you want."

"What do you want?" Chen Mo asked.

Old Zhou stared at him, a meaningful glint in his cloudy eyes. "Either you become strong enough that those things, even if they smell you, won't dare to come near."

He leaned back in his chair, picked up his teacup, took a sip, and said, "The principles of this world are the same everywhere."

"Whether it's a ghost or a human, they all bully the weak and fear the strong."

"You can't hide your aura, but if your fists are strong enough, you can beat one if one comes, and two if two come, and they will naturally not dare to mess with you."

Chen Mo remained silent for a moment, then nodded before getting up to leave. As he reached the door, he suddenly turned back: "Teacher Zhou, that crippled spirit... does it have any weaknesses?"

Old Zhou raised his eyelids and glanced at him, but didn't say anything.

Well, the old man is probably cursing under his breath again...

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