Xiao Tian Village.
An ox cart slowly passed by the roadside.
A hand lifted the curtain and looked at the fields outside the window.
"Two hundred acres of fields, all ripe land, and there's a canal next to it. It's really good."
Chung Shen-soo commented slowly.
"Yes, build another manor. The people are very happy to hear that."
Su Tang whispered, "Two hundred acres of land cost a total of three thousand White Emperor coins. Building a manor requires two hundred White Emperor coins, and my family volunteered to contribute."
People in this era, whether they were officials, nobles or commoners, had an inexplicable love for the land.
Su Tang was also born in a landlord's family. At this moment, smelling the familiar smell of the fields, he was a little excited.
"Although the fields are not enough, let's just do it for the time being. I'm only a Secondary Class Nine, which is already very eye-catching."
Chung Shen-soo, who had always been steady, ordered lightly.
"Yes, sir."
Su Tang nodded. He had unconsciously regarded him as a patriarch.
"Let's go back."
Chung Shen-soo nodded and let Su Tang drive the carriage back to Fufeng City.
Many people had moved away from the house in Tianshui Alley, and it became quiet again. Su Wei was boiling tea under the plum tree. Seeing the two of them, he smiled, "Brother! The neighbors said that the water from this well has always been bitter, but it's unusually sweet after we came here. It's perfect for making tea. "
"Oh, then let's have a taste."
Chung Shen-soo did not hesitate. He sat under the plum tree and took a sip of the tea. It tasted really good.
Looking at the scene of Su Wei and Su Tang joking, he felt a little warm and relaxed. He knew that he had fulfilled his promise and brought relief.
It was not for the dead Su Daozhi, but for his promise to himself. It was also a kind of bottom line.
"My bottom line has always been very high, probably …"
Chung Shen-soo yawned, "I'm going to sleep for a while. Don't disturb me."
He entered the room and sat cross-legged, thinking silently, "Now that the Su family is almost settled, it's time to think about cultivation …"
"Vice Demon Slayer usually cultivates, but I also have to patrol the area and suppress evil spirits. Fortunately, Feng Xi'er knew that I had something to do, so she gave me some time off …"
"However, it's unlikely that I'll be able to obtain the true heritage of the Daoist Art from the government. I can only turn to other means. Perhaps, I can take a look at the exchange of some wandering cultivators among the common folk …"
In this regard, Chung Shen-soo did not have a way before.
Even if it was Feng Xi'er, it was unlikely that she would introduce him to such a circle without spending some time on it.
But it didn't matter. Chung Shen-soo had managed to track down a few Yin spirits over the past few days, and one of them happened to be the location of a similar secret gathering.
"It's a pity … that Yin spirits like these, apart from the fortuitous encounters, are mostly the downtrodden among the rogue cultivators. Their Daoist techniques aren't even as good as Su Daozhi's Mystic Obsidian Soul Manipulation. Wu Tong's technique is still worth watching …"
Chung Shen-soo came to the study table, ground the ink, and began to write down a Daoist Art.
This was a sacrificial refining method for an artifact called 'Mystic Yin Nail'. It was somewhat incomplete.
The first Yin spirit that he recently subdued was called Wu Tong. He had obtained this Daoist Art, but he treated it as a Daoist Art and cultivated it in a mess. Perhaps this was the reason why he died early.
"It's a pity that there's only half of it … The first half is missing. The Daoist technique called 'Mystic Yin Nail'!"
Daoist techniques were not as good as true Daoist Arts.
Moreover, after the Aura Realm, there was no need to cultivate Daoist techniques that were not Natal Daoist Arts. Most of the time, it was injected into some artifact.
This Daoist Art only had the method of refining artifacts, but no Daoist techniques could be injected.
It was like a housewife can't cook without rice.
Chung Shen-soo sighed, but he didn't really care.
Sacrificial refining artifacts was actually a matter for the Aura Realm.
Cultivators who hadn't reached this stage had no Daoist Art in their bodies. No matter what they did, they would only get half the results with twice the effort.
He wrote down this Daoist Art from memory just to take it out and have a look, as an equivalent item for exchange.
…
On this day, it was a full moon night with two moons again.
Outside Fufeng City, Black Wind Ridge.
Ancient lamp oil was very expensive. Looking at it now, the land was dark.
Only the bright moonlight hung high above their heads.
Around the ridge, a chilly wind howled. Occasionally, there would be the cawing of an old crow, sending chills down one's spine.
A handsome young master named Shen-soo was wearing a white robe. He held a folding fan in his hand, and his sleeves fluttered. Every step he took took him across several feet. Soon, he arrived in front of a valley that was emitting a thin mist.
"Hehe!"
"Haha!"
From all around, ghostly laughter came out of nowhere. It sounded far and near, drifting erratically. It was enough to scare a normal person crazy.
Even martial arts experts knew that there were evil spirits in this place and didn't dare to stay for long.
The young master chuckled. "It's a full moon night, and we're meeting in the valley. Master, why are you chasing us away?"
"Caw caw!"
The ghostly cries suddenly stopped, and the sound of flapping wings could be heard.
From the thick mist, a white crow suddenly flew over.
No!
It was not a real crow, but an inanimate object that was folded from a piece of paper. It had a pair of bean-sized eyes, but it looked very lively.
"So it's a fellow Daoist. I've never seen you before."
The crow perched on top of a tree and spoke with an old human voice.
"I'm Chung Shen-soo, known as Childe Shen-soo in the Jianghu. Greetings, Elder Crow."
Chung Shen-soo slightly cupped his hands. "I've long heard that Elder Crow's skills are amazing, and that you can use your Yin Spirit to travel outside your body. Now that I've met you, you truly live up to your reputation."
The so-called Yin Spirit to travel outside one's body was, in fact, an inferior Daoist technique.
The Yin Spirit to travel outside one's body was very weak, similar to those Yin spirits. It was afraid of sunlight, strong winds, and thunder … It could only hide in places with Yin Qi.
Some Daoists specialized in this Daoist technique, allowing their Yin Spirit to travel outside their body and possess some paper men, animals, and other mediums to do all kinds of strange things.
But in reality, it was still very restricted, and if one was not careful, it could easily be broken. Once the technique was broken, the Yin Spirit would be damaged, and the best case scenario would be insanity, and the worst case scenario would be death on the spot.
Chung Shen-soo also resisted the temptation to use his [Herdsman] ability to refine this reckless fellow.
Only by cultivating the Primordial Spirit could one gather and disperse at will, without fear of anything, just like an ordinary person.
"Haha, it's all because of the same Daoist. Since fellow Daoist has specially come for the Black Mountain Meeting, please come in!"
The paper crow did not know that many thoughts had crossed Chung Shen-soo's mind. It flew into the mist and opened up a path.
Chung Shen-soo chuckled and followed in. Not long after, they walked into a valley.
There was a bonfire burning in the valley, and a few people were sitting around it.
No, it wasn't people!
Chung Shen-soo looked around and saw that most of the cultivators who came to participate in the Black Mountain Meeting were hiding their heads and tails. They were either wearing bamboo hats or masks.
Some even had their Yin Spirit to travel outside their body, possessing paper men, spirit monkeys, wild wolves, and so on. It looked like a group of demons dancing around.
At this moment, these people were looking at him, their eyes filled with ridicule.
Obviously, they felt that a person like Chung Shen-soo, who entered the meeting without any concealment, was either a rash person or a foolish and bold person.
As for concealment? What was a Connate Martial Artist hiding?
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