415: Holy Water

Magistrate Yu Huaisheng slapped his palm with his fist, his Face full of conflict. "Sigh, how am I supposed to explain this to my father-in-law!"

The Younger Brother Hong he spoke of was the fourth son of the Qian Province Associate Prefect. He was relatively mediocre and not particularly important, but regardless, he was still the son of an Associate Prefect; how could he just die so easily?

Li Wuxing shook his head slightly without saying much. How he explained it was their family business, and it was none of his concern. Coming here at all was already giving him immense Face; originally, for a case of this level, having two Golden Blade Envoys show up would have been quite enough.

Li Wuxing also hadn't expected the matter to conclude so smoothly.

"Let's go. Since the matter is already finished, I shall return. Brother Liang, if you have time, you can come to the provincial capital to find me, and then we shall drink and converse happily."

Li Wuxing did not have any airs at all, treating Xu Sanyan completely as an equal.

"Very well. Once I have set up the Formation, I will certainly come to trouble you, and take the opportunity to tour the beautiful scenery of the provincial capital." Xu Sanyan cupped his hands in a salute.

Subsequently, the two Golden Blade Envoys tidied up the evidence inside the cave and emptied the blood pool, revealing a large pile of white bones; judging by the quantity, there were at least five or six hundred of them.

Magistrate Yu Huaisheng took a glance, but could no longer distinguish which skeleton belonged to his brother-in-law. He could only sigh helplessly and collect them all.

After exiting the cave, Li Wuxing flipped his hand, and a token appeared. "This is a Tai Chang Palace Traveling Order. If Brother Liang comes to the provincial capital, you may use this token to find me at Tai Chang Palace."

"Many thanks."

Both sides nodded and then parted ways.

Xu Sanyan stood quietly on the hilltop, watching the three figures walk away, a silent smile appearing on his Face.

Magistrate Yu Huaisheng looked at his expression, feeling a chill in his heart.

"Senior Brother, let's go too." Xu Sanyan's tone was normal as he lifted Magistrate Yu Huaisheng and returned the way they came.

On the other side, the three traveled under the cover of night. One of the Golden Blade Envoys spoke after some deliberation, "My Lord, in my humble opinion, that Liang Yongzhuo seems to be hiding secrets."

Li Wuxing replied without turning his head, "I know, but who doesn't have secrets? As long as he does not commit evil, there is no need to worry about him."

There were countless Cultivators in the world; he did not have the leisure to explore others' secrets. All he could do was perform his own duties well.

The two Golden Blade Envoys said no more upon hearing this.

After a moment, Li Wuxing spoke again, "After returning, call the Dan Array Master over to take a look and see what the function of that Formation really is, and whether it is truly for improving people's livelihoods as he claimed."

"Yes."

The two Golden Blade Envoys nodded in unison. They understood in their hearts that the Junior Lord of Fate did not trust that youth.

Qian Province Fu City. This city was far more vast than Zhang Zhi City. The city was divided into east and west sides; one was named Yuquan, and the other was named Jinsuo.

There were also eight main streets running horizontally and vertically through the city, with countless secondary streets and alleys. The permanent population reached over a million.

In the Yuquan District, on an unnamed street, there was a small liquor brewing workshop. The old residents of the city all knew that although this small workshop had only been open for less than two years, the taste was surprisingly good. Most importantly, the owner was a woman, and a quite beautiful woman at that.

It was just a pity that a long, narrow scar on her chin ruined this beauty, yet it also added a touch of wild, unrestrained charm, further stirring men's desire for conquest.

"Miss Tang, please fill it up."

A youth dressed in an official runner's uniform threw out a liquor gourd. Tang Huanhuan caught it with one hand. Without looking, she casually grabbed a ladle from the side and dipped it into the liquor vat. With a flick of her hand, a crystalline spray of liquor flew into the air, reflecting rays of light under the sunlight.

Tang Huanhuan flicked her left thumb, and the gourd stopper flew off. With a turn of her body, the falling liquor in the air all landed perfectly into the gourd.

"Bang!" The liquor gourd slammed heavily onto the table. "One Spirit Stone."

Tang Huanhuan did not even lift her head, dozing off beside several liquor vats. Her bronze-colored Face rested on the edge of a vat, and a thread of drool stretched from her mouth, slowly descending toward the inside of the vat. Just as it was about to fall, she sucked it back in, and the drool returned to her mouth.

The young official runner's heart leapt to his throat as he stared intently. The pot of liquor he had just bought was scooped from this very vat, and he didn't know if this woman's saliva was in the vat. If it wasn't, he wouldn't want it.

Tang Huanhuan had only been here for two years, yet she was able to establish a firm foothold here selling Spirit Wine. Besides her own impressive skills, it had a lot to do with her beautiful appearance and her unrestrained style.

Many old lechers came here to buy liquor precisely because she was beautiful.

Can a beautiful woman's saliva even be called saliva? That damn thing is called Holy Water!

The young runner took out a Spirit Stone and threw it to her. Tang Huanhuan raised her hand high, grasped the Spirit Stone in her palm, and casually stuffed it into her chest.

"Gulp." The young runner swallowed his saliva. Just now, when Tang Huanhuan raised her hand high, his gaze happened to catch a glimpse through her sleeve of a tuft of jet-black hair under her arm, as well as half of a rounded breast that was faintly visible. As her arm dropped, the momentary scenery immediately vanished.

What a pity... I wonder who this little slut will end up with... The young runner thought to himself, picked up the liquor gourd, rubbed his crotch, and turned to walk towards the main street, where there was a brothel.

Tang Huanhuan's slightly narrowed eyes opened a crack. She cast a disdainful glance at the back of the departing young runner, a mocking smile appearing at the corner of her mouth. Playing with you guys is just like playing with dogs.

In her view, a woman's body was the best tool and could bring her great convenience. She would never wrap herself up tightly just for the sake of worldly judgment; letting others take a look wouldn't make her lose a piece of flesh.

If the benefits were sufficient, she wouldn't mind offering her body. For instance, back when she was a horse bandit in Qi Country, she got together with her fourth younger brother just to establish a foothold in the bandit den.

Thinking of this, Tang Huanhuan's thoughts drifted far away, recalling the days when she was a horse bandit in Qi Country. Although her strength was weak back then, the backstabbing in the stronghold was even worse than it was now, especially that fourth younger brother of hers...

The two of them were bedfellows with different dreams; even when they were having sex, they had to keep their guard up, fearing that the other would draw a long spear or pull out a short blade.

She wondered how he was doing now, whether he was dead, and if there would be a chance to meet again.

Tang Huanhuan felt the abundant mana in her body and felt very expectant. If they met again, she would definitely make him pay!

Tang Huanhuan recalled how, back then, they had used every possible means to compete for a Cultivation Technique, and she had ultimately lost by one move, only able to escape with a transcribed copy of the technique.

Just as she was pondering, a voice came from in front of the shop. "Miss Tang, pour me a pot of Herb Brew."

Tang Huanhuan immediately perked up, wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, and put on a smile. "Yo, My Lord is back. Did the official business go smoothly?"

Her beaming expression was completely different from before.

"Hehe, thanks to you, Miss. I met a young Young Master who helped out, and it went very smoothly."

"My Lord has immense fortune, so naturally everything will go smoothly. Let this pot of wine be to welcome you back; please, My Lord, do not decline."

Tang Huanhuan tried her best to flatter the middle-aged man before her. Don't be fooled by his unassuming appearance in black robes; his status was extraordinary. He was a Golden Blade Envoy of Tai Chang Palace, and in this Qian Province territory, his status was second only to the Junior Lord of Fate!