Chapter 112 - No Telepathy in the Heart No Wings on the Body

Jiang Wang and his friends drank a ton of alcohol, deliberately controlling their Path Origins to allow themselves to get thoroughly drunk.After an utterly chaotic conversation, they hadn’t solved any real problems.

Even the next day, they barely remembered what they said, only vaguely recalling cursing Du Yehu together.

But everyone felt much better for it.

Ironically, right after they had cursed Du Yehu the night before, the next day someone arrived at Fenglin City with a message for him.

It was as if there were some telepathy involved.

The messenger was a dim-witted petty official who first went to the Taoist temple and found Ling He.

Initially, Ling He became disheartened when he met the man without seeing any letter, nearly crying on the spot, only to later realize that the soldier had brought a verbal message.

It wasn’t anything like condolence or sympathy matters.

However, the man insisted that the message had to be delivered in the presence of all three men.

Ling He had no choice but to drag the messenger along and roused the two hungover fellows before finally meeting up at Jiang Wang’s house.

“Is that good enough?

Speak now!

What’s with this cryptic message?

Making such a fuss for nothing!” Zhao Rucheng yawned and asked impatiently, like a rapid-fire cannon.

He always woke up grumpy, and at this moment, his resentment towards Du Yehu was overflowing.

Jiang Anan had been sent to school by Tang Dun, and Jiang Wang was slowly guiding a thin stream of water to brush his teeth.

The petty official glanced at him and whispered, “Master Du said, you three need to listen properly and respectfully.”

“What nerve!

I don’t want to listen anymore!” Zhao Rucheng exploded in anger and turned to leave.

Ling He grabbed him, playing the peacemaker, “Let’s see what kind of pearls spew from the dog’s mouth before you go.”

“Pfft, cough, cough, cough!” Jiang Wang choked on the water in his throat,

even a straightforward man like Ling He couldn’t help but make a mocking remark, showing how much Du Yehu’s behavior deserved to be reprimanded.

Now curious, he stopped brushing his teeth, casually brought over three chairs, placed them in the courtyard, and sat down in the middle.

Ling He pulled a chair for Zhao Rucheng, and they both sat down too.

“Alright, we’re seated properly.

Go on.”

Zhao Rucheng was still indignant, “What’s he got to say that he couldn’t write a letter?

Did he get promoted?

Got an itchy throat?”

The petty official timidly said, “Master Du mentioned that writing letters isn’t satisfying enough, that some emotions can’t be conveyed through text.

He insisted I come in person to ensure his tone is conveyed correctly.”

“Illiterate if you’re illiterate!

Just bluffing…”

“Okay, okay, go ahead, deliver the message,” Jiang Wang hastily stopped Zhao Rucheng, urging the petty official to continue.

The petty official cleared his throat twice, then imitated Du Yehu’s deep voice, “Listen up, all of you!

Big Brother Tiger has found the way for Energizing Blood and Stamina Pulse, and now he has achieved Small Perfection Circle!

It’s been twenty years since Jiujiang Xuanjia had a genius like me!

Big Brother Tiger is now a Commandant, ranked only half a level below Zhao Lang.

Yet, Jiujiang Xuanjia is stronger than the Fenglin City Guards by two or three notches, you do the math!”

At this point, the petty official stretched out a hand and tentatively touched Zhao Rucheng’s head.

Before Zhao Rucheng could react, the man quickly explained, “Master Tiger told me to pat your head when I got to this part.”

Of course, he didn’t dare mention that Du Yehu’s original words were, “Slap that pretty boy’s head for me.”

“Ru Cheng, about the other two, I’m not worried, but you, such a lazy bum, are falling further behind your big brother Tiger.

What are you going to do about it?”

The petty official continued to imitate, “Okay, that’s enough talk; you won’t remember too much anyway.

That’s all.

Oh, yes, I’m sure my little sister Anan misses me a lot.

Tell her not to pine for me too much, Big Brother Tiger will be home for Chinese New Year!

I’ll bring her a gift!

That’s it!”

After reciting his message, the petty official breathed a huge sigh of relief, looking quite like he was expecting praise for not having missed a single word.

Jiang Wang and the others exchanged looks, each seeing the word “foolish” in the other’s eyes.

Zhao Rucheng cleared his throat and asked the petty official, “What’s your name?”

The petty official answered loudly, “I’m called Zhao Erting!

One of Master Du’s petty officials!

I happened to be going home on leave, and Master Du asked me to deliver a message for him!”

“And how many petty officials are there under Master Du?”

“Three…” Zhao Erting jumped, then quickly said, “Master Du ordered not to tell!”

“Looks like there are just three of you,” Zhao Rucheng stroked his chin, “Well, you did a fine job.

Quite the loyal lapdog.

Take care on your way back.”

Ling He was generous enough to have been prepared to invite him for a meal, but Zhao Erting, feeling he had accidentally said too much, had already dashed off in a flash.

Regardless, it seemed that Du Yehu was doing well in the Jiujiang region, despite the somewhat infuriating method of “sending a message”.

In the end, it still made everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

Ling He stood up, ready to return to Path Origin for cultivation practice—his foundation had been established, and he was currently trying to construct his Small Zhoutian.

Meanwhile, Zhao Rucheng, stifling a yawn, headed toward the bedroom, “Third brother, I’m going to nap on your bed.”

The dark cave was a scene of grisly horror.

Bodies lay haphazardly strewn over one another, the stench of blood so thick it was suffocating.

That scent drilled repeatedly into one’s core, raising goosebumps, making one’s scalp tingle.

Fang Helling knelt on the ground, pleading loudly for mercy, “Spare my life, I can be of great use to you, of great use!”

This time, he had been with his fellow disciples from Path Origin, in pursuit of two evil cultivators who had been afflicting the townfolk.

All had been going well at first, but it was only after they gave chase here that they realized it had been a trap.

They were completely encircled.

The fellow disciples who accompanied him were almost entirely slaughtered at just a glance.

Seeing the opportunity, he quickly knelt and begged for mercy, barely managing to cling to life for a moment longer.

Shadowy figures surrounded him, no one spoke, all just watched him coldly.

Fang Helling, trembling like a sieve, kept throwing out his bargaining chips, “Whoever you are, whatever you want to do, I can help!

I am the legitimate direct descendant of the Fang Family from Fenglin City, my father calls the shots for the entire Fang Family!”

“Oh?”

Following that sound, Fang Helling noticed for the first time a person sitting on a rock in front of him, their back to him.

As the person turned around, their face covered with a skull-shaped white bone mask, it emitted a ghastly pale light.

In the dark cave, the eyes that showed through were particularly terrifying.

“What else are you good for?” the person wearing the bone mask asked.

“I, I—I know many geniuses in Path Origin!

Zhang Linchuan!

Zhang Linchuan is my cousin!

He is also from one of the three great families, and we’re on good terms!” Fang Helling, searching desperately for leverage, rattled off his connections as quickly as he could.

He thought he heard the masked person laugh but couldn’t be sure.

“What else?”

“And Shen Nanqi!

Ranked fifth on the Fenglin City Path Honour Roll, he always brings me along on missions!”

“Are you close with Zhu Weiwo?”

“I’ve met him, met him!” Fang Helling was not foolish; he knew that at a time like this, telling lies that could easily be exposed would result in losing his last chance at survival.

So he said, “I’ve only met him, but someone like Brother Zhu can’t be controlled.

I’m obedient, I’ll cooperate!

And he’s already gone to Xin’an!”

The person with the bone mask remained noncommittal and then suddenly asked, “Can you make decisions for the Fang Family?”

Fang Helling hesitated only for a moment before promptly replying, “Yes!

Yes, absolutely!

I’m my father’s only son!”

“Very good,” said the masked person.

Then someone came forward and stuffed a white object into Fang Helling’s mouth.

Fang Helling didn’t dare hesitate and swallowed it immediately.

“I will contact you when there’s a need,” the person in the bone mask said, standing up and walking further into the cave.

Only after all the figures around him had vanished did Fang Helling finally confirm that he had survived!

After a long silence, he was the only one to walk out of the dark cave and see the light of day again.

He braced his trembling knees and took a couple of deep breaths.

Then he started making his way toward Fenglin City.