Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 186 Chen Shunan Has Become a Spirit
In no time, the hot pot was set up.

The charcoal glowed red-hot at the bottom of the stove, and the clear soup in the pot bubbled and steamed.

The snow was falling heavily outside the window, with snowflakes as white as goose feathers, turning the bare branches in sight into white jade strips.

With the snowy scenery outside the window as a backdrop, Zhao Guangxi enjoyed his meal immensely, a sight so beautiful that even a god wouldn't trade it for such a view.

They ate everything they could, paid the bill, and left.

Not long after Zhao Guangxi left, the curtain of Huixianju was lifted again.

Lu Jing walked in.

Dressed in a smart outfit, he seemed to have just washed up and changed into clean clothes.

"Master Lu, you've arrived?"

"Same as always, three catties of purple crab and silver fish!" Lu Jing said crisply, heading straight for the second floor.

"Ah? Sir, there's only one pound left! If you had come earlier, there might have been two more... but Master Zhao who just arrived, uh..."

The waiter's voice stopped abruptly, clearly aware of the feud between Zhao Guangxi and Lu Jing, and afraid that a single word would cause trouble for him.

I just couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.

You two gentlemen must have planned this all along, right?

They all need to weigh three jin each, and they all managed to gather them up today.

"Just one pound?"

Lu Jing seemed to understand something, his expression remained normal, and he said,

"Then bring it over!"

"Yes, then please have a seat, Mr. Lu!"

Lu Jing sat by the window on the second floor, with a pot of freshly brewed jasmine tea in front of him.

The wisps of white steam rose gently, filling the air with the aroma of tea.

He looked out the window.

On the long street, pedestrians hurried by, all shrinking their necks and covering their faces.

At the end of the long street, a wealthy man strolled leisurely, playing with a pair of iron balls, calling to his friends as he walked away.

Zhao Guangxi seemed to sense something, and stopped casually, glancing at her out of the corner of his eye.

Their eyes met.

Smile at each other.

it is more than words.

……

That was on this day.

The news that Zhao Guanghui had transformed a corpse into a spirit, and that he was killed on the hillside of Tutanzi by a joint effort of Shuiwozi, Wuguanying, Jiangwutang, and the Wuqing government.

Like a bombshell, it resounded throughout Wuqing County.

Countless people spread the news, and the matter was being discussed everywhere.

Many victims also came forward, crying out that their ancestral graves had been dug up by Zhao Guanghui, leaving no trace of their remains and dishonoring their ancestors. Cries and wails rose and fell in an instant.

Merchants of Guanghui Money Shop also came to withdraw cash with their bank notes and contracts, only to find that Guanghui Money Shop was closed and had been shut down. Naturally, they cried and wailed.

Needless to say, with Zhao Guanghui's death, the livelihoods of his men and the various wells also came to a standstill.

Countless people went bankrupt, lost their jobs, and became homeless. Some even resorted to robbery and burglary.

When someone of Zhao Guanghui's stature dies, the impact is far-reaching and the harm is widespread.

Fortunately, Zhao Guangxi soon stepped forward, claiming to have taken over Guanghui Money Shop. He said that once the accounts were cleared up, the money shop would be reopened, and the banknotes and pawn contracts would still be valid.

After reaping huge profits, the Wuqing government, in order to appease the people, investigated and found out the real victims, provided them with compensation and condolences, and renovated the mass grave, erected monuments and piled up graves, and collected the remains of the unknown corpses.

Zhao Guangxi, Liu Qingyi, and the other three, with a tacit understanding, chose to keep silent about the theft of the immortal opportunity and how someone else had gotten there first.

It was as if nothing had happened.

It's mainly embarrassing.

Secondly...

They can retaliate, investigate, and so on?
They were able to silently pass through the Yin energy, completely kill Zhao Guanghui, and take away the immortal destiny.

One night, sneaking into your bedside and taking your head wouldn't be too difficult.

Turn a blind eye and let it go.

But this is not the end.

Zhao Guanghui's death also brought to light a large number of people who had benefited from him, including gentry, elders, powerful and wealthy merchants, and even people from Baishan such as Sukehachi.

An unprecedented upheaval, sweeping through the upper and middle classes of Wuqing County, has only just begun.

Some were happy, some were sad, and some who fled overnight were intercepted and killed in the wilderness.

All of this has nothing to do with Chen Shunan anymore.

Having stolen the limelight this time, Chen Shunan has decided to live a quiet life, focusing on his cultivation and selling water.

Once enough incense has been collected to alter the [Undying Moltress's Solution], and once the herbal talisman is complete.

Silently digest the gains.

[Wish +268]

【Grass Scroll (80/100)】

[Wish: 163 → 431]

Zhao Guangxi, Liu Qingyi, and the other three provided Chen Shunan with over two hundred more wishes.

The incense offering time at 5 PM is only two days away.
In addition,

Chen Shunan was still somewhat curious.

Zhao Guanghui is dead, and his position is now vacant.

So who is the company that took over his position?
Although Chen Shunan was somewhat envious of Zhao Guanghui's position as the boss, he also knew that the Water Merchants Association was losing face because such a heretic had emerged from Shuiwozi in Wuqing County.

Naturally, they will be very careful in choosing a employer for this vacancy.

Simply buying positions with money and smoothing things over won't work. One must achieve near perfection in every aspect, providing a satisfactory explanation to all relevant parties.

Chen Shunan's foundation in this area is still shallow.

Therefore, just one day later, the candidate to take over this job was quickly selected and parachuted in.

This person had also met Chen Shunan once before.

It was the same officer from the Wuhe River Affairs Office who came to deliver the Azure Dragon Gallbladder when he exchanged it at the Wuqing Sticky Rod Shop that day.

A long, flowing stream.

In his early thirties, he was very low-key. His father was an agricultural official in the Five Rivers Water Conservancy Bureau, and he was exposed to various techniques of water management, fish fry cultivation, and aquatic plant planting from a young age.

It has no connection whatsoever with the major powers in Wuqing County.

So everyone readily agreed.

"Sigh, that's the power of having connections and a powerful backer. Having a good father is more important than anything else..."

Only one person was somewhat envious, and would occasionally mutter sourly to himself.

In the following days, a number of major events occurred in Wuqing County.

For example, Yu Xiaoquan, a famous talk show host from Beijing, has arrived in Wuqing County and is staying at the Xiayi Book and Tea House.

Although the storytelling session had not yet begun, a large number of enthusiasts, busybodies, and江湖人士 (people of the martial arts world) had already gathered, breaking down the threshold and burning through thousands of kilograms of charcoal for tea, all just to catch a glimpse of Yu Xiaoquan's charisma.

The inns and restaurants near the Xiayi Bookstore were already fully booked, and even the price of seats for the lectures had increased several times over.

The Holy Dynasty indulged in pleasure, engaging in activities such as falconry, horse racing, quail and dog fighting, patronizing prostitutes, storytelling, and Peking Opera...

Those who excel in this field are all incredibly prestigious!
In addition, the Wuqing Sticky Pole Office has launched a new mission, which is to search for talented people who can understand the language of birds, beasts and fish. The reward is generous, including a treasure such as 'Purple Iron Calamus Milk' that can help to kill the bandits, which is the top prize!
This caused quite a stir in the Wuqing martial arts community, especially among the true masters.

Many people speculate that Lu Jing was able to reach his current level of cultivation and slay the traitor first because he obtained extraordinary fortune in the tomb of Master Tie Yu.

Purple iron calamus milk is one of them.

In no time, countless people jostled and rushed to the crossroads, chattering away in their native tongues all day long, and playing with their greyhounds.

Chen Shunan had naturally already learned of this news from Yin Shusheng.

The intelligence they obtained was even more detailed than what was recorded in the mission instructions.

"The Yangtze finless porpoise? It's not completely extinct yet, a branch still survives... Tsk tsk, if Scholar Ma is translating the Qianning Mandarin, then I, Chen, will have to go and translate some kind of demonic language?"

Chen Shunan was determined to obtain the 'Purple Iron Calamus Milk'.

After all, the treasure trove at Wuqing Sticky Pole Station contained very few items that could help eliminate the bandits, and their effects were extremely weak.

Chen Shunan naturally wanted to compete!
However, things will work out if we wait.

At the public office at the crossroads, a group of so-called eccentrics had gathered, putting on airs and creating a chaotic atmosphere.

Chen Shunan didn't have time to waste on their nonsense.

We'll wait until they've made their move before making a final decision.

At night, white snowflakes flew, and the moonlight was like a ribbon.

Chen Shunan, like a hen brooding over eggs or a cat hunting mice, was oblivious to the cold, wearing only short sleeves and shorts, and stood huddled in the abandoned rice warehouse.

His blood and qi surged like a great river, and his thoughts sank into the sea of ​​consciousness in his eyes and brows.

Visualize the six scenes rotating in a cycle, repeatedly eliminating the five thieves: body, ears, nose, eyes, and tongue, thus refining your will.

In particular, Chen Shunan had already opened up his Niwan point, and his spiritual energy and willpower far surpassed those of other martial artists at the same level.

As he cultivated, visible moonlight fell upon him like fluttering snowflakes.

My lower abdomen feels burning hot, and my navel shines brightly.

Then, Chen Shunan felt a cool and comfortable sensation flowing through his entire body.

He gradually fell into a state of selflessness, as if he had reached the key to eliminating the traitor.

Just as Chen Shunan was tempering his will and hammering away the dregs.

His skin gradually turned a purplish-red color, surrounded by cloud patterns, like wood.

Beneath the skin, something is quietly wriggling, occasionally arching the membrane, and moving through the blood vessels and bones.

"Pfft..."

A barely audible sound.

Finally, a few slender, hair-like, flesh-colored tentacles quietly tore through the skin and emerged.

They appear to be the roots of some kind of Ganoderma lucidum or ginseng, some instinctively reaching towards the soil, while others seem to be inhaling and absorbing the moonlight.

The moonlight and starlight high in the sky were drawn by an invisible force, transforming into a visible pale halo that cascaded down and merged into these tentacles.

In a daze, Chen Shunan seemed to have truly become a humanoid fleshy Ganoderma lucidum that had come to life.

It breathes in and out the moonlight.

When all impurities are exhausted, the life force is suddenly severed.

Once the primordial spirit is formed, the soul and spirit are both emptied.

From life to death, from death to life.

The more of the six thieves one kills, the closer one gets to the realm of martial arts grandmaster, and the closer one gets to the abyss.

……

Swallow's Nest, the back mountain.

The bright moon hangs high, shrouded in thin clouds and mist.

Tianxuan Saintess was dressed in hemp clothing, with her black hair cascading down her shoulders. She had bare, fair feet with toes as smooth and warm as jade, and she was standing in the soft, muddy ground.

Dark brown specks of mud squeezed out from between the toes, soiling the smooth instep.

But the filth did not diminish her charm in the slightest; on the contrary, it made her snow-white skin even more alluring, like a bewitching white lotus blooming from the mud.

“Holy Maiden, this batch of newly recruited Taoist disciples. Fortunately, the county has been quite chaotic lately, with demon slaying and evil corpse refining practices, so some have vanished without a trace.”

Guan Sheng, the manager of Jiulong Rice Mill, stood outside the vegetable garden with a slightly ingratiating expression on his face.

Huang Xing, the manager of Wanlong Mill, stood aside and clapped his hands upon seeing this.

Two strong men immediately carried the sack forward.

(End of this chapter)