Druid Fairy

Chapter 50 Interception
"Brother Rongzhou is so reliable."

"Fortunately, it was discovered early, otherwise not only would our ancestors have suffered, but we might not have escaped the same fate."

The thieves said they were only after money, so how did that family in Peach Leaf Village get wiped out? A single evil thought from these ruthless people can destroy a family.

Who would willingly place their hopes for survival on the "kindness" of a vicious criminal? Do they even possess such a thing?

The more frightened they became, the more the villagers admired and trusted Li Rongzhou, and at the same time, the more they hated the thief.

Under the blazing torchlight, the thieves were bound hand and foot like turtle shells and unable to move. The old village chief led the able-bodied men to interrogate them through the night, beating the thieves until they cried out for their parents, weeping bitterly, and filled with remorse.

What they regretted was not the evil deeds they had committed, but that they had listened to Zhao Suan and thought Peach Blossom Village was easy to bully, never expecting to capsize in such a ditch.

In order to survive, they betrayed their "brothers" and "friends" in hopes of receiving lenient treatment.

"Ding San is skilled at lock picking; he can open your yard gate with just a wire!"

"Old Goose Five is good at using sleeping powder; he's going to knock you all out."

"You son of a bitch, you're selling me out! Let me tell you, this guy's blinded by lust. Everyone else's after money, but he's obsessed with seducing other men's wives and daughters!"

"Zhao Suan was the mastermind behind this plan; he was the mastermind behind the tragedy in Taoye Village!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Suan quickly added, "Taoye Village has nothing to do with me, and I'm not the mastermind. Wang Li is the one who did it; he insisted on digging up people's ancestral graves!"

A group of people are passing the buck, and they're all "talented" individuals; they really deserve to spend their lives in jail.

Li Pingcan finally understood why refugees were unpopular. It wasn't that refugees had become bad, but rather that bad people were always more likely to survive in extreme environments than good people, and those who survived were naturally the "villains" who were hated.

He also noticed that the "Wang Li" mentioned by Zhao Suan should be the first tomb raider who fled.

From Mushroom's perspective, after the father and eldest brother interrogated the body, they dug a pit and buried it.

"It seems Wang Li has revealed some very important information, otherwise Father wouldn't have been so decisive in killing and burying the body."

Li Pingcan quietly retrieved the precious seed, awaiting the return of Li Rongzhou and Li Pingfu.

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The lights were still on at the Li family's house.

Seeing that the father and his two sons had returned home safely, Qin felt relieved and placed the freshly made hot egg pancakes on the table, saying gently, "Eat up."

The men would get hungry after doing physical labor, so she would start making pancakes early in the morning.

I didn't expect to wait until almost midnight. I was worried and anxious for a long time. But when I saw the father and his two sons wolfing down the pancakes, their smiles spread like ripples in their beautiful eyes, and I felt at ease.

"The pancakes my wife makes are so delicious." Li Rongzhou ate three pancakes in a row, praising them highly.

"My mother's skills are getting better and better, and she's becoming more and more beautiful."

Li Pingcan's sweet talk made Qin Shi smile from the heart. Li Pingcan was happy too. He didn't cook, so he could at least provide emotional support, right?

Moreover, the pancakes are indeed very fragrant, with crispy edges. They melt in your mouth with a sweet taste, and the free-range eggs are especially delicious, making you want to eat more and more.

After they finished eating the pancakes, Qin Shi tidied up and took the sleepy Xie Yuan to rest and sleep, while the Li family father and son discussed matters.

Li Rongzhou took out two 100-tael silver notes and a thin, yellowish-brown booklet, and said, "I told the village chief that I hadn't caught up with Wang Li and that I had concealed the fact that I had intercepted the stolen goods."

Being a thief still had its perks. His family didn't have any silver notes. Li Pingcan glanced at them curiously; to him, silver notes were no different from his second brother's scrolls, but he just found them shiny and attractive. Retrieving the silver notes might require a secret code, but his father was reliable, so he trusted him. His gaze lingered on the "Mysterious Records of Blessed Heaven."

This is probably the reason why the old man took the drastic step of killing the criminals to keep the stolen goods.

"Heaven and earth are one breath, and all things are spiritual; by observing the breath and contemplating the spirit, one can understand the mysterious and reach the profound. The breath is the root of life, the pivot of the Dao, and the origin of all laws."

This is the art of observing qi (vital energy).

Li Pingcan was startled; this sounded like a secret technique of immortals. He looked at his father.

Li Rongzhou nodded and said, "Wang Li heard that your second brother, the God of Literature, has descended to earth and wants to intercept our family's 'green smoke' by observing qi and intercepting spirits. This secret technique was obtained by him after he was chased by his enemies and fell off a cliff."

They actually tried to harm my second brother!

Upon hearing this, Li Pingcan immediately felt that Wang Li had died too easily. This kind of evil magic, whether real or fake, was far too vicious.

Fine, let's not argue with the dead. Tomorrow, let Xiao Hei poop on his grave.

He held the "Mysterious Records of Futian Spirituality" and examined it closely. He discovered that, strictly speaking, it was not the "evil art" he had imagined, but rather a technique for concealing qi.

This energy is spiritual energy, human energy, talent energy, and the energy of heaven and earth; it is a secret method for concealing immortal spirits.

However, Wang Li was not a cultivator, so he could not see the qi. He could only intercept the "green smoke qi" in specific locations through the Netherworld Spirit Interception Method, which is why he dug up the grave in the middle of the night.

For those with impure intentions, even the best spiritual magic can become a harmful curse.

'Wang Li can't see spiritual energy, but I can, though my body can't directly contact it. With the methods in this *Mysterious Record of Blessed Heaven*, am I able to precisely intercept spiritual energy?'

The uses of spiritual energy are numerous. Just consider it as a "little blue potion" for skill refresh. With a "perpetual motion machine" of mana, how can you not refresh your skills to the maximum level?

Moreover, once you embark on your cultivation journey, with such concealment techniques, you won't have to worry about being recognized by immortals as a cultivator who slipped through the net of the Great Yu Dynasty.

"Father, let me study this 'Mysterious Record of Blessed Heaven'." Li Pingcan held the record with great affection.

"It's for you," Li Rongzhou said with a smile.

This "Mysterious Record of Blessed Heaven" looks like a secret method related to immortals. My youngest son is smart and has mysterious abilities. Maybe he can really make some progress in his research?
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Around noon, all the thieves were apprehended and brought to justice. The ringleader, a vicious burglar who committed murder, was beheaded at the Meridian Gate. The other accomplices, whose crimes were less serious, were sent to mines to do hard labor, where they would face endless hardship.

The Li family, father and sons, went to watch the execution. Xie Yuan also insisted on going. When she saw the axe falling, she was so frightened that she closed one eye and didn't eat any red candied hawthorns for several days.

Another day passed, and the tax collectors collected taxes. The villagers of Peach Blossom Village mobilized their entire families, young and old, to move rice, fearing that if they were slow, they would be harassed and mistreated by the tax collectors, who would then collect a few more bushels of rice.

Li Pingfu helped Uncle Li Fang load the rice, while Li Pingcan held Xie Yuan and Li Qian's hands with his left and right hands respectively, afraid that they would be bumped or knocked by the crowded people.

The entire Peach Blossom Village was in an uproar. The once spacious rice-drying ground was filled with people. The village chief was going from house to house checking the roster, while a constable stood next to the official measuring cup and kicked it, scattering the golden rice grains like golden rain.

"What excellent rice! Why did you kick it into the mud?"

Li Fang's face was all scrunched up. The farmer couldn't bear to see the grain being wasted. He knelt down in the mud, his arms outstretched, trying to lift the rice.

"Who the hell told you to pick it up? You, I'm talking to you!"

The constable cursed and ran two steps, about to kick Li Fang hard in the waist with the foot that was kicking Guan Hu.

(End of this chapter)