Chapter 15: Bro, Spare The Little Sister
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
In the courtyard, Chen Shun’an stepped on the Plum Blossom Stakes and leaped into the air.
After dashing a hundred li to kill through the night, he showed no fatigue. Instead, under the influence of the faint fragrance of Paste Fire, he appeared full of energy, as if he had been injected with chicken blood.
His body swayed lightly like a Weeping Willow, and his Qi and Blood flowed through his Meridians at an abnormal speed with a rushing sound.
Deep within his body, the residual medicinal effect of the Dragon Elephant Bone Quenching Pill was thoroughly squeezed dry.
Suddenly,
Chen Shun’an’s movements stalled, and thunderous bone-cracking sounds erupted inside his body, totaling one hundred and seven cracks.
Another Qi and Blood Seed hid deep within his bone marrow.
Several breaths later,
When Chen Shun’an recovered again, his movements flowed like clouds and water, as if aided by a god, naturally executing the second move of 《Meat Flying Immortal》.
His instep arched up like a Scorpion’s raised tail, followed by two crisp, scorching crackles that rippled the air!
Little Pendulum Leg!
It specifically targeted the Chengshan acupoint right in the center of the opponent’s calf’s back side!
Once struck, the legs would spasm, and the kidneys and waist would feel like they were pierced by needles!
Chen Shun’an was overjoyed.
However, before Chen Shun’an could think much more,
The next moment, the strange exhilaration suddenly vanished.
His legs instantly went soft!
“What the hell!!”
Chen Shun’an couldn’t steady himself and knelt down from the Plum Blossom Stakes.
This scene seemed somewhat familiar.
Moments later.
Chen Shun’an looked exhausted with vacant eyes, supporting himself against the wall with his left hand and pressing his waist with his right, slowly returning to the bedroom.
He felt a sense of physical exhaustion and mental emptiness.
“Not right!”
He suddenly reacted, his eyes showing horror. His arms surged with some strength as he moved the bed away and directly locked the Tin Box into the secret room.
Too eerie!
During the burning and consumption period, he was full of vigor, his thoughts clear—even a Mediocre Talent could leap to become a Heavenly Pride in Martial Arts Practice.
One session of cultivation surpassed ten ordinary sessions!
But once the burning stopped, he lost appetite for both tea and food. Chen Shun’an faintly felt some unease.
Just now, stimulated, his Qi and Blood transmitted some abnormality.
Almost without Chen Shun’an controlling it himself, 《Meat Flying Immortal》 automatically circulated.
It seemed as if 《Meat Flying Immortal》 had a life of its own.
Demonic!
“I won’t touch it even if it kills me!”
Chen Shun’an gritted his teeth.
Moreover, Chen Shun’an had no need to touch it!
Lying on the bed, his temples throbbed with pain.
After an unknown time, Chen Shun’an finally fell into a light sleep.
He tossed and turned all night, plagued by nightmares.
……
“Bro? Bro?”
“Bro, wake up!”
“Bro, what’s wrong? Don’t scare me…”
A pitiable voice came to his ears, now near, now far, ethereal and uncertain.
Chen Shun’an slowly opened his eyes and saw that daylight was bright, dazzling enough to make one unable to open their eyes.
Chen Shun’an’s voice was somewhat hoarse,
“Wan Niang? What time is it?”
Seeing Chen Shun’an wake, Wan Niang finally breathed a sigh of relief. She supported herself with one hand on the bed edge, her body leaning forward like a willow, and reached out her other hand to touch Chen Shun’an’s forehead.
“Good, good, no fever. Bro, did you stay up all night?”
Wan Niang gave Chen Shun’an a strange look.
The faint grassy scent of soapberry for washing clothes wafted over.
What entered Chen Shun’an’s eyes was a fragrant, bulging Cushion.
So vulgar!
Chen Shun’an originally wanted to scold Wan Niang like this.
But it was really too big.
Chen Shun’an stood up somewhat dazedly, his clothes disheveled.
Wan Niang’s sharp eyes shifted downward, and she was shocked.
“Ah!!”
A scream rang out, scaring Wan Niang into running out of the room.
After a night of nightmares, Chen Shun’an’s mind was still somewhat fuzzy.
At this moment, watching Wan Niang flee in panic, he subconsciously grabbed her hand.
Who knew that Wan Niang at this time had none of her usual generosity and boldness; her face was deathly pale, like a little white rabbit caught.
She immediately knelt before Chen Shun’an, bowing and kowtowing to him, begging,
“Bro, don’t scare me with that thing anymore!
Zhang Jie, Zhang Jie was poisoned to death by your thing. I’ll fetch water, serve tea, wash feet, cook, be your ox and horse without a word of complaint, but… I don’t want to die yet! Chun Hong can’t be without me!”
【Wish+1】
【Wish+1】
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Texts jumped into view one after another.
Chen Shun’an jolted awake, fully sobering up.
Sure enough, extreme worship could also bring Faith.
But at this moment, Chen Shun’an felt somewhat dispirited.
He had almost forgotten that rumor about his thing being highly toxic.
Since arriving in the Capital City, this secret was only known to Zhang Shi.
It must have been Zhang Shi who quietly told Wan Niang.
At first, Chen Shun’an firmly believed he had no problem.
He had secretly observed and peeked at other men, and they were all about the same.
But as time passed, especially with all five wives mysteriously passing away one after another…
Chen Shun’an began to doubt himself.
Could his thing really be toxic?
Chen Shun’an let go of her hand and sat down wearily. His throat was so dry it felt like it was on fire.
He drank the remaining Herbal Tea from last night in one gulp. Then he waved his hand and said,
“Wan Niang, go out. Let me rest.”
Wan Niang hung her head, not daring to look at Chen Shun’an.
She shrank timidly out of the bedroom. Just as she crossed the Threshold, her tense limbs immediately relaxed, and she darted into the Kitchen.
“I’m not sick.”
Sitting on the stool, Chen Shun’an opened and closed his eyes, revealing a glint of sharpness.
“Perhaps, my Eight Characters and Fate are unusual.”
In the Changbai Sacred Dynasty, whether nobles or poor commoners, all were extremely ‘superstitious’.
Every household had an Almanac, and people checked the auspiciousness before going out each day.
For a world with supernatural powers, this was extremely inconceivable.
“Perhaps, when I contact a Cultivator, or achieve Grass Talisman Perfection and promote to Ninth-rank Divine Position, I will know the hidden secrets.”
Chen Shun’an let out a long breath of Turbid Qi.
He temporarily put the matter aside in his heart.
This was a distant concern.
Chen Shun’an turned to think about yesterday’s Hibiscus Paste Fire.
No need to think much; once Hibiscus Paste Fire spreads and circulates in the world, it would have a huge impact on the Sacred Dynasty’s structure.
Just imagining it slightly, Chen Shun’an seemed to see many Martial Artists taking desperate risks, committing crimes with martial force, public order collapsing, families destroyed.
Moreover,
Tongzhou Wuqing County was over a thousand li from Nanhai Prefecture?
To transport Hibiscus Paste Fire here while avoiding the Sacred Dynasty’s heavy inspections, one could only take the water route via the Grand Canal.
Relying solely on Ghost Market’s Yin Qian Cui, it was impossible.
Wuqing County, being in the Capital City, surely had some force behind it silently facilitating this.
“Caobang, Pounding House, Four Great Huo of Banye Ferry Crossing, Chai Gang Fish Market? Or… our Water Station?”
Chen Shun’an sucked on his teeth.
After all, the Water Station was also a bully in the Capital City, with unclean hands.
The landlords of Wuqing County, the Wellhead of the North Grand Canal Branch, and even those Bai Shan Ren of the Capital Water Merchants Association would do anything for huge profits.
Unfortunately, Chen Shun’an’s status was too low to access more secrets and truths.
“Qianning Envoy Mission Visit the Sacred Dynasty, smuggling Hibiscus Paste Fire, Water Station’s successive Fall into Well incidents—these seem intricately linked.”
Thinking of this, Chen Shun’an felt somewhat helpless.
He just wanted to honestly become a god and deliver Blessed Water—why force him like this?
Fortunately, these matters weren’t really targeting him; he was just an innocent fish in the pond.
“Second-rate is far from enough. Incense! More Incense! Qing Ji’s Upgrade, Grass Talisman’s promotion…”
A sense of urgency welled up in Chen Shun’an’s heart.
……
Banye Ferry Crossing was a key Canal Transport hub on the Grand Canal, naturally bustling and lively, even called the number one ferry under the emperor’s feet.
On the Street outside the Jindu Dock, over a hundred major shops dotted densely.
There were Silk and foreign cloth dealers like “Eight Great Auspicious,” century-old pharmacies like Changchun Hall, fur shops, hat shops, bookstores…
All were bright, spacious Courtyards, lined up neatly, bustling with activity.
Yet just one street away, in the Shack Area built along the river, it was filthy and chaotic, filled with smoke and vice: gambling dens, brothels, underground fights, Grasshopper fights everywhere…
Every few days, nameless corpses could be seen lying on the Street, dying in gruesome ways.
Passersby looked indifferent, clearly accustomed to it.
“Strange, where has Qing Pi Ma been these past two days?”
“The drawing lots for area rotation is about to start, why hasn’t he shown up?”
The two thugs who collected Cleaning Fee with Qing Pi Ma that day stood slanted across from Bao Ju, each leaning on a Crutch, muttering.
But every time they rotated areas, their Huo had the habit of ‘moving house’—settling accounts or transferring hidden Money.
After all, though the Huo nominally ate from one pot, slept in one room, wore one set of clothes.
But among brothers, in their hearts, Money was never divided fairly.
Everyone hid what they could, spent what they could; privately, no one was vague.
So both thought Qing Pi Ma had probably gone to enjoy boat prostitutes again.
But as time passed.
In the Shack Area, some Huo members beat gongs and drums, hurrying along the Street, shouting for brothers to gather for drawing lots.
Only then did the two suddenly stand up, exchange a glance, and the same thought arose in their hearts.
Bad, something happened!
Qing Pi Ma was likely dead.
“Quick, go report to San Cha Da Jiang!”
“Okay, then you go to the assembly point and inform the brothers!”
The two exchanged words and hurriedly parted back-to-back.
But upon reaching the street’s end, their steps suddenly turned, crutches flying as they dashed through streets and alleys, even their lame legs straining.
As if racing someone.
Then,
In the space of front and back feet, both arrived together at a Dog Hole in front of a dilapidated cyan wall.
The two panted heavily, exchanged a glance, and both revealed sleazy smiles.
Working together, one lifted the bricks outside the Dog Hole, the other crawled through.
In no time, they dug out a square Copper Box.
It was locked with an iron lock.
“Hahaha… Qing Pi Ma really hid his private Money here! That previous unlucky ghost hid his Money here too, without even changing the spot!”
One chuckled gleefully.
The other picked up a brick by his foot, gathered strength, and smashed the iron lock to pieces.
The Copper Box sprang open.
But the two were dumbfounded.
Inside, not even a piece of Broken Silver; just a few hundred Copper Coins, and the 《Dog Fist》 Fist Manual that Qing Pi Ma practiced.
Wait, where’s Qing Pi Ma’s Money?
All spent on whoring?
Impossible—Qing Pi Ma only liked freeloading!
The two stared at each other, both dejected.
But even mosquito legs are meat.
The two split the loot and quickly resealed the Dog Hole.
They’d barely walked a few steps when a tall, burly man blocked the alley mouth, with faint red whiskers on his cheeks and a thick mustache like a fish spear.
The big man looked at them with a half-smile,
“What are you two brothers doing here? Do I have to invite you to the assembly?”
San Cha Da Jiang?!
This was one of Song Zhai Zhu’s subordinate Generals!
The two’s hearts skipped, then they hurried forward a few steps and neatly handed over the spoils.
San Cha Da Jiang looked, shook his head, and said,
“Not enough. I don’t believe Qing Pi Ma only had this much Money.”
The two showed bitter faces, exchanged a glance, then reluctantly pulled out a few taels of Silver.
“Hahaha… good brothers, good brothers! Share the Money together, share the Wife together! That’s our West County Huo spirit!”
San Cha Da Jiang satisfiedly took the Money, warmly slapped their shoulders, then laughed and left.
As for whether Qing Pi Ma was really dead, where the Corpse was, who the killer was—
None of the people present cared.
In these times, dead people were too normal.
Moreover, with Qing Pi Ma’s smug personality, surviving this long was already a miracle.
These two thugs did think of the incident on Silver Ingot Street a couple days ago.
Hua Zi, Chen Shun’an…
But the two kept silent, not wanting to say more.
San Cha Da Jiang felt the heavy weight in his arms and thought to himself,
“Ghost Market’s Yin Qian Cui said he got a batch of top goods with extraordinary effects, just a bit expensive. Not sure if the Money is enough…”
Seeing San Cha Da Jiang leave.
The two thugs dared to be angry but not speak, only whispering.
“We should pull in another person.”
“Yeah, find one like Qing Pi Ma… But this time, once the guy goes missing, start dividing the spoils!”
The two secretly resolved, deciding to optimize the process.
