Within the illusion formation, in an empty space beside the Zhuang River, Xiao Chen lay on the ground like a dried corpse. It was unknown whether he was dead or alive. Bai's body had already returned to its normal state. After going berserk, it was extremely weak and had no energy.
However, when it saw Xiao Chen's appearance, it did not immediately rest. Instead, it quickly ran out. Four hours later, it ran back covered in blood. In its claws, it held a medicinal fruit that was glowing brightly.
If Xiao Chen had not fainted, he would have recognized it. The medicinal fruit in Bai's hands was called Red Core Pomelo. It was the most important ingredient for refining the peak grade healing Pill, the Cloud Returning Pill.
The Red Core Pomelo grew in the depths of Savage Forest. Wherever it went, there would definitely be strong Spirit Beasts guarding it. Bai dragged its weak body and ran to pick the medicinal herb. It was unknown how severely injured it was.
Bai found the porcelain bowl that Xiao Chen usually drank from. It smashed the Red Core Pomelo and turned it into a refreshing medicinal liquid. Bai held the bowl and fed the medicinal liquid into Xiao Chen's mouth. In the end, it left a bit on the arrow wound on Xiao Chen's chest.
After doing all this, Bai's anxious mood relaxed slightly. Its exhausted body immediately turned into a beam of white light and flew into the Spirit Blood Jade.
The medicinal energy of the Red Core Pomelo slowly entered Xiao Chen's body. To regular cultivators, consuming it directly was a taboo.
This was because the medicinal energy contained in the original medicinal fruit was very tyrannical. If one was careless, their Qi and blood would surge and their body would explode.
A regular alchemist would refine this Red Core Pomelo into ten or even tens of Essence Returning Pills, spreading out the medicinal energy. Only then would it be suitable for cultivators with lower cultivations to consume.
However, Xiao Chen's current situation was rather special. His body was like a building waiting to be rebuilt. The Qi and blood in his body were extremely sparse. If there was another Red Core Pomelo, he could consume it directly.
…
Within White Water City, people saw the Jiang Clan's First Elder, Duanmuqing, Hua Yunfei, and Chu Chaoyun walking out of Savage Forest in sorry states.
This was especially true for Hua Yunfei. His face was pale and his qi and blood were weak. It was obvious that he had suffered serious internal injuries. White Water City was in an uproar.
To think that Xiao Chen could cause so many people to return in defeat. Who exactly was he? In Dongming Province, the inheritors of the Three Great Sacred Lands were all injured by him.
This was especially true for Hua Yunfei. Hua Yunfei was only seventeen years old, and he had awakened a variant martial soul. Ever since he had started cultivating, he had never been defeated by someone of the same generation. In fact, even some of the older generation would be afraid of him.
"Wherever the river of blood passes, there will be no survivors." When the people of Dongming Province talked about Hua Yunfei, they would think of this sentence. There was even a vague title of him as the top expert of Dongming Province's younger generation.
Many of the big shots of Dongming Province believed that he was the most likely person to become Emperor Wu's successor after the Thunder King in the past thousand years.
However, no one expected that in this small White Water City, Hua Yunfei would actually be injured by a Superior Grade Martial Disciple. If word of this got out, no one would dare believe it.
Instantly, the rumors about Xiao Chen were brought up continuously. Some said he was the heir of a hidden clan, some said he was the last disciple of a sect, and there were even more ridiculous people who said he was a cultivator from the Great Jin Dynasty.
White Water City, Jiang Clan, Great Hall:
Jiang Mingxun smacked the table violently and scolded, "Jiang Yunze, what kind of First Elder are you? You are a peak Martial Grand Master, yet you can't even deal with a Superior Grade Martial Disciple. Aren't you embarrassed?"
Jiang Yunze, who was below, said with some dissatisfaction, "Even the heirs of the three powers were injured by him. I managed to injure him with one arrow."
When Jiang Mingxun heard this, he was angered to the extreme. His face turned ashen as he scolded angrily, "You think you are in the right? The map was nearly obtained by them. Do you want me to praise you?!"
Jiang Yunze knew he said the wrong thing. He quickly lowered his head and said, "Clan Head, I understand. I will rush back now. If I do not capture that brat personally, I will not return."
Jiang Mingxun had a sinister expression on his face as he smiled coldly, "If you really cannot capture him, you can kill him on the spot. If the map really ends up in the hands of the three powers, you can forget about your position as First Elder."
Jiang Yunze's back was drenched in cold sweat. After he got up and took his leave, he scolded Xiao Chen several times in his heart. If I catch you, I will make you suffer a fate worse than death.
Not long after Jiang Yunze left, a Jiang Clan disciple rushed in and said to Jiang Mingxun, "Reporting to Clan Head, someone offered a map of the ancient ruins at the stronghold of the clan east of the city and took away a thousand gold taels."
When Jiang Mingxun heard this, he felt joy in his heart. Could it be that another cultivator killed that brat? He quickly said, "Quick, hand it over for me to take a look."
Before that Jiang Family disciple could hand over the sketch in his hand to Jiang Mingxun, another Jiang Family disciple rushed into the hall and reported in a loud voice, "Reporting to Family Head! Someone has offered a sketch of the ruins at a stronghold in the west of the city and has taken away a thousand taels of gold."
Jiang Mingxun felt suspicious in his heart. Why were there two maps? Could one of them be fake?
"Reporting to Clan Head, someone offered a map of the ancient ruins at the stronghold of the clan north of the city and took away a thousand gold taels."
"Reporting to Clan Head …"
…
Just as Jiang Mingxun was feeling suspicious, a few more people rushed in and reported that they had received a map of the ancient ruins. Including the two people from before, they had received a total of ten maps, spending ten thousand gold taels.
Ten thousand gold taels was not a small sum. The Jiang Clan's annual income was only a million gold taels. Anyone would feel heartache when they lost a tenth of their income.
Jiang Mingxun suppressed the anger in his heart and looked through the ten maps in his hands. He discovered that they were all fake. Furthermore, these ten maps were almost exactly the same. It was obvious that they were drawn by the same person.
Jiang Mingxun laughed coldly in his heart. It had already been more than a hundred years since anyone dared to mess with the Jiang Clan in White Water City. He was the one who posted this reward. Of course, he knew that there was a loophole that could be exploited.
However, he did not expect that there would be someone who dared to exploit this loophole. In the past hundred years, the Jiang Clan had been the strongest clan in White Water City. It was because of this confidence that he dared to post this reward.
However, he did not expect that there would be someone who dared to exploit this loophole. He said coldly, "Within three days, find out who is behind this. I want to exterminate his entire clan. Do they really think that my Jiang Clan is a pushover?"
A person at the side immediately left to carry out the order. At this moment, a cultivator at the side whispered, "Clan Head, there seems to be two words hidden in this map."
When Jiang Mingxun heard this, his expression turned serious. He casually picked up a map and looked at it carefully. There was a faint gap between the lines of the mountains and rivers drawn in the map. It was indeed a Chinese character with a stroke and a stroke.
After a long time, Jiang Mingxun muttered to himself, "This seems to be an idiot."
"Bang!"
Jiang Mingxun clenched his right fist tightly and fiercely punched the table on which the sketch was placed. With a loud bang, the wooden table was immediately smashed into countless pieces.
The ten people kneeling on the ground trembled in fear. They had never seen Jiang Mingxun so angry before. Even when the First Elder came in, Jiang Mingxun's expression was not this scary.
Jiang Mingxun's old face was as red as a pig's liver. He said agitatedly, "A bunch of trash! Scram! If you receive such a map in the future, you will all scram from the Jiang Clan."
Jiang Mingxun was filled with hatred!
This person who used a fake map to exchange for the bounty did not care about the Jiang Clan at all. He had a huge appetite, exchanging it for ten thousand taels of gold in one go.
Furthermore, he wrote the word "idiot" on the map openly. It was clear that he did it on purpose. How disgusting was this person to do such an infuriating thing?
It was fine if you exchanged a fake map for money; you could have made a fortune in silence. However, you even wrote "idiot" on it. If this was not a slap in the face, what was?
He, Jiang Mingxun, was actually acting like an idiot. He had read those two words out loud. This was unbearable. Jiang Mingxun felt a nefarious fire in his heart that he could not release. The more he thought about it, the more sullen he felt.
He roared angrily and punched and kicked the tables and chairs in the hall. He only felt better after he smashed everything he could see.
However, when he thought about it, these things were worth a lot. Added together, they were worth at least ten thousand taels of gold. They were gone just like that. The nefarious fire in his heart could not help but reignite.
…
In a luxurious room in Liushang Pavilion. Back when Liushang Pavilion was reduced to rubble, many people thought it would take at least three months for it to reopen.
It was unknown what methods Kim Tae-ho used, but he miraculously rebuilt Liushang Pavilion within three days. Furthermore, it was bigger, taller, and more luxurious. Its business was even more prosperous.
A manservant handed Jin Fatso banknotes worth ten thousand taels of gold to Jin Fatso. He said with a face full of worship, "Young Master, it is as you expected. That group of people did not know what the real map looked like. They actually managed to exchange it for money."
Jin Fatso laughed loudly and took the banknotes. The fat on his face trembled as he laughed loudly, "No wonder he has such a foolish son. So his father is an idiot as well. I managed to recoup all the money I spent on rebuilding Liushang Pavilion. There is still more."
Jin Fatso carefully put away the banknotes and said to the manservant, "Go and find someone to sell this map in White Water City. Just say that it was leaked from the Jiang Residence. Every copy is worth a thousand taels of silver. Those cultivators who think they are powerful will definitely go and buy it."
The manservant said with some hesitation, "Are we going to sell it without any changes? That is not appropriate. Are we not going to change the words on it? "
Fatso muttered to himself for a while before saying, "It is indeed not appropriate. If we were to sell it like this without any changes, it would not show off the genius of this Fat Lord."
"How about this." Fatso's eyes lit up and he smiled, "Add the word 'big' in front of 'idiot'. Remember to make it more poetic. I don't need to teach you what poetry is, right?"
The manservant nearly vomited blood. You might as well not change it at all. It is because you wrote 'idiot' that I asked you to change it. You actually added the word 'big'. If this is not infuriating, then what is?
Finally, the manservant could not take it anymore. He asked, "Young Master, didn't you always say that when doing business, you should be honest with the old and the young? Isn't this a little too much? "
Fatty Jin laughed and scolded. He used the golden folding fan in his hand to hit the manservant fiercely and said, "Deceiving both the young and the old is a normal person. Even a fool would buy a normal person?"
Letting out a heavy sigh, Fatty Jin opened the golden folding fan in his hand with a swoosh and said regretfully, "Intelligence, this thing is too high. It really is a kind of melancholy. It seems like no one in this world can understand me, so lonely …"
Before Fatso could finish speaking, the manservant quickly ran out. He felt his insides churning. If he stayed any longer, he might vomit out the food he ate for lunch.
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