Immortal Cultivation and Life-Saving Guide

Chapter 111: Global Chain, No Deception

There seemed to be no chance of refusal.

The old beggar touched the bun in his arms and asked, "Master, what do you want to ask?"

"Nothing else, I just want to know who is the most prominent monk in the government office?"

The old beggar had been hanging around the streets longer than Wei Xi and the other two. He raised his eyelids and looked at the two girls. "Speaking of the government office, the most respected ones are Lord Wang and Lord Zhuang."

Wei Xi thought there was something interesting going on and gave him another bun. "Two monks in the government office?"

At this time, two beggars nearby hurriedly said with lewd faces: "Master, you are very knowledgeable! We have two monks in the Suzhou government office."

"Master Zhuang, wow! That's amazing! I don't know what happened, but I saw him holding a piece of paper, and the paper was blown up into the sky. Suddenly, it became huge! It blocked out the sun! Then sparks fell from the sky! Wow!"

As soon as he heard this, Wei Xi knew that Zhuang Yi was a talisman cultivator.

But Xu Xiangyang is also a cultivator in the government office, so what about that Lord Wang?

After giving away another bun, Wei Xi asked, "What abilities do you have as a cultivator, Lord Wang?"

The beggar who took the bun replied, "Master Wang from the government office doesn't know anything about that. His family is a local tyrant and used to be an accountant, not a monk!"

"The other cultivator is from the Xu family. I heard he doesn't care about anything."

Another beggar, the grease from the steamed bun still lingering on his lips, said, "I've actually seen that monk named Xu. During the snowstorm, he came out to treat people! He even gave me some ointment for frostbite!"

The two beggars were talking to each other, afraid that they would not satisfy the immortal master who brought the buns.

"Since Lord Zhuang and Lord Wang are so honored, they must be very busy," Wei Xi pretended to hesitate. "... Is Lord Zhuang in Sucheng recently?"

The beggar was stunned. Was this monk here to cause trouble? But he soon realized what this had to do with him. The real business was the buns.

So he quickly replied, "I haven't seen Master Zhuang's carriage or horses recently, and the gate of Master Zhuang's house is tightly closed. It seems that he is not in Sucheng..."

"If the Immortal Master wants to go to the government office to do some work, he'll probably have to wait a while. The government office has been in a turmoil lately."

When Wei Xi heard the word "noisy", his eyes lit up.

"Master, you don't know that the previous Lord was about to have a stroke," the beggar's eyes flashed with gossip, "and this new Lord is useless! Lord Wang has gone to Jucheng, and Lord Zhuang is not here. Master, why don't you stay in Sucheng for a few days?"

Wei Xi took out the last bun and asked, "Did Lord Wang go to Jucheng? My master told me to come find him... Do you have any news?"

Qin Feng, who was standing aside as a background, finally saw that Wei Xi lied without blinking.

"I only heard that the northern barbarians sent envoys, and that's why we were called over to help. As for when they'll be back, we really don't know..."

To be honest, Qin Feng didn't expect these people to know so much.

Wei Xi gave the bun to the beggar who answered and was about to leave.

Unexpectedly, the old beggar, who had been silent for a long time, spoke up: "If you want to find out something, Master, there is a branch of Fengyu Villa in Sucheng. They are much more informed than the rest of us."

Wei Xi didn't say anything. Qin Feng took out a dime, gave it to the old beggar, thanked him, and left the alley. "Wei Xi," Qin Feng said in a low voice, "How did you come up with that? These guys know a lot."

"Xu Xiangfang reminded me," Wei Xi said without hesitation when talking about the hell joke. "They walk around the streets without attracting attention. They are well-informed."

"Sucheng is quite a deep place," Qin Feng said, excitedly sharing his new knowledge with Wei Xi. "In the government office alone, there's the Lord from Jucheng, Lord Wang from a prominent local family, the cultivator Zhuang Yi, and Xu Xiangyang from a family of immortal cultivators."

Wei Xi nodded as he listened, encouraging Qin Feng to continue.

"No wonder Zhuang Yi came here to steal the credit. It turns out there's someone else in the government office who's trying to share the credit with him. What a pity," Qin Feng said, and the anger that had been choking him in the chest dissipated. "He won't get much advantage in Tangkou Town!"

"I think I know why Zhuang Yi was asked to close the case in a hurry." Wei Xi's voice was not loud, but it carried a lot of weight.

Qin Feng was stunned by her words.

"How has the relationship between Boluo and Ju been these past two years?"

Qin Feng knew what Wei Xi was asking about. General Du sent people to deliver gifts to her every year, and would ask the person in charge of escorting them to tell her what happened in the past year.

"They should be negotiating peace. The Emperor and Princess Anfu, who married into a foreign country, are both quite old now. Perhaps they can no longer afford to make such trouble..."

"However, the Boluo Kingdom is fickle. I've heard countless times since I was a child that the two countries have negotiated peace. Once, before the Hu envoys even left Jucheng, fighting broke out at the border again."

After hearing what Qin Feng said, Wei Xi felt 90% confident. "It seems that they ran into the peace talks, and Zhuang Yi's opponents were still busy in Jucheng, so they put such a big thing on hold."

"Not necessarily," Qin Feng refuted Wei Xi, a rare rebuttal. "The court will still investigate this matter, but it may be a secret investigation... After all, if the peace talks fail, this matter can be used to launch a rebellion."

"But the key evidence is all here with us," Qin Feng said excitedly, "A good cook cannot cook without rice. It's better to let Zhuang Yi go through some trouble!"

"Let's go to the branch of Fengyu Villa," Wei Xi suggested. "We have no idea who that cultivator is. Perhaps Fengyu Villa can help us."

It was just a matter of luck, so Qin Feng naturally agreed.

Fengyu Villa is quite famous in the world of immortal cultivation. Its main business is to build and maintain a network of cultivator information. Its service scope covers the Northern Frontier, Southern River, Eastern Yi, and Western Regions. The products it sells range from the secrets of a certain sect to the private secrets of a certain official who raises hens on a large scale...

Simply put, as long as you give enough spirit stones, Fengyu Villa will be fair to everyone and will ensure your satisfaction.

The only problem is that Fengyu Villa charges a high fee.

Before entering, Wei Xi and Qin Feng gathered the spirit stones they had on them, and only then did they dare to enter the gate of the semicolon.

As soon as you enter the door, you can see the same bronze mirror as the one in Weishuang Palace. The figures of Wei Qin and others are captured in the bronze mirror, like floating ghosts trapped in the mirror.

The lobby was unusually spacious, with densely packed bamboo signs suspended in the air, filling the ceiling above the lobby.

"My two fellow Taoists," a young man about twenty-five years old, wearing a light red Taoist robe and with neatly combed hair, came to greet them. "Are you here to take or to give?"

The common sense of cultivating immortals in Wen Daotang taught how to match the news of Fengyu Villa: "take" means to publish or take the news, and "give" means to provide the news.

"We'd like to get some information," Wei Xi said crisply. "Could you please provide a price list first?"

(End of this chapter)