Under One Person: From Nascent Soul to Great Sacred Body

"After so much time has passed, the world itself is a place where people's hearts are restless."

"I'm afraid that Fuzhou will descend into chaos."

"Dad, we still have to rely on ourselves."

Jingming stood up from the stone bench and said with narrowed eyes.

Public opinion is something that can be used to manipulate others, and it can also be exploited.

Those bastards from Quanxing do have abilities, but they just use them all to cause trouble!

As the sun sets, it gradually lengthens the shadows of Fuzhou.

On a three-story building across the street from the Zhao residence, three people stood in the shadows of the building.

"This child is so pitiful. He was tortured by Liang Ting before he was killed."

"Hehehe, who told him to be connected to the Trinity Sect?"

"Tsk tsk, what are you saying? So, if it had nothing to do with the Sanyi Sect, Liang Ting wouldn't have tortured and killed this child?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 50 How about becoming my flute-playing page?

"Judging from the way this family acts, it seems like they're on guard?"

From the shadows, a sinister-looking man spoke in a low voice.

"On guard?"

"Even if he's on guard, what can he do?"

"Having been poisoned by the Three Corpses Poison for so long, this child probably has difficulty even circulating his Qi, right?"

Upon hearing this, another person with a kind face smiled and said.

His name is Fang He, and his family has a lineage from Ye Maoshan.

After learning the Maoshan magic from his family, he originally wanted to use it to make some money and live a carefree life.

Unexpectedly, his father found out and gave him a good scolding.

Not long after, his father passed away, and he joined the Quanxing sect.

What a pity.

"Since you put it that way, then go and investigate."

Upon hearing Fang He's words, the man with the sinister face smiled and looked at Fang He.

Upon hearing this, the other person's gaze also fell upon Fang He.

It's not like he's being asked to investigate, so naturally he wouldn't volunteer for that task.

Two against one, opinions are unified.

"Those two bastards actually dared to scheme against your grandfather."

"Hehehe, when we get back, I'm going to make Liang Ting kill those two bastards inside."

Fang He arrived at the wall of the Zhao residence with a gloomy expression.

Instead of going inside, he took a paper figure out of his basket.

He smeared a trail of blood on the paper figure's head to activate the talisman before throwing it into the Zhao residence.

He then closed his eyes and hid in a corner of the courtyard wall, manipulating the paper figure to walk around the Zhao residence.

This is his family's traditional paper-cutting technique.

His father said that his ancestors were once very wealthy and could directly manifest the moon and fairies to perform a butterfly dance under the moon.

However, he didn't believe his father's words. He had practiced since he was a child and could even cut a flower out of paper, but in his father's eyes, he was still just a beginner.

Tch, and then the old man was sent away by what he had barely even scratched the surface of.

"Holding onto that tattered book with all the moral high ground is nothing compared to the satisfaction of spending money."

"This manor is so big, and I heard it belongs to a very wealthy man. There must be a treasury here, right?"

Upon entering the Zhao residence, Fang He did not immediately ascertain the whereabouts of Jingming and Zhao's father, but instead began searching for the Zhao residence's treasury.

Since his father's unfortunate passing, he has been lucky enough to make a small fortune every now and then.

However, out of caution, he only ever made money and rarely committed murder.

But the situation is different now. This family has been targeted by Liang Ting, while he is destined to make a fortune!

"This courtyard is so big, my Qi can hardly cover it."

Looking at the Zhao family courtyard through the paper figure, Fang He couldn't help but feel a hint of envy.

Then his eyes flashed, and a look of satisfaction appeared on his face.

All of these will become his!

"Hey, what's wrong with the young master? Why does he suddenly have a high fever that won't go down?"

Several servants scattered in the courtyard were talking in hushed tones.

"The doctor at Jishetang said it seems to be caused by an evil spirit."

Another servant replied to the man in the same voice.

"That should be okay, right?"

"The doctors at Jishetang are all renowned figures of our time."

The servant continued.

"At first it was fine, the young master's health was not a big problem."

"But it won't work these next two days."

"I've started having nightmares."

“I heard from my sister that the doctor had tried acupuncture and qi circulation for the young master, but his condition not only did not improve, it got worse.”

The servant shook his head and sighed.

"Don't tell anyone, the master has been very distressed these past few days."

"I went to the Grand Commander's Mansion several times to ask for medicine, but there was no response."

"Ah, didn't the master say that there was a celestial master in the Grand Commander's mansion?"

"Even the Grand Commander can't see this immortal master."

The two servants spoke in hushed tones as they disappeared around the corner.

Then he repeated almost the same words as before.

"It really came to us without any effort."

The paper figure hidden in the grass looked in the direction the two had disappeared and couldn't help but chuckle.

Unexpectedly, they overheard news about those two people on their way to find the treasury.

"That way, we won't need to specifically go looking for information about those two people."

"First find the warehouse, then confirm where that kid's room is."

Fang He grinned, then, with the paper doll's short legs, he hopped up again, carried by the gentle breeze.

Before it had drifted very far, it was grabbed by a withered hand.

"not good!"

Fang He, who was far away outside the Zhao family courtyard, was startled when he sensed that the paper figure was being restrained.

"There are experts in the Zhao family!"

Although his paper-cutting technique is influenced by Qi, it is the Qi stored within it.

As long as the Qi inside the paper figure is not used up, the paper figure can be used indefinitely.

Without the connection of Qi, it is naturally not easy to be discovered.

Unless someone can directly see their spiritual connection with the paper figure.

"Can one really kill someone remotely by using paper figures as a means of communication?"

A throbbing sensation in his temples prompted Fang He to launch a counterattack.

puff!

However, his counterattack only left a shallow burn on that hand, which was then repaired by Qi.

"Little mouse, I've found you!"

Before Fang He's horrified eyes, a withered figure slowly appeared before him.

Yes, slowly.

Like clouds and mist, it slowly gathered in front of him.