Cultivation begins with harvest.

Two days later, before Chen Guang could set off, Lu Lasu was captured alive. The capture team ostentatiously checked into an inn in Dongduyuan before slowly preparing to return to the sect.

Chen Guang also went to watch. The prison cart was very classic. Lu Lasu's almost numb face showed what it meant to be utterly hopeless. Even when he saw Chen Guang, who was very conspicuous in the crowd, he only glanced at him with dead fish eyes.

Lu Lasu has already said everything.

As one of the main figures involved in the incident, Chen Guang was also invited to learn the details. He learned which outpost Lu Lasu came from, and he also learned that Zhao Li was the middleman who made Lu Lasu and Zhao Qiushi cooperate. He had once worked for a demonic cultivator's subordinate. Although the demonic cultivator had been killed by the Taoists of the Qingheng Sect, his influence in the outpost was still there.

Because he was not directly affiliated with any demonic cultivator, Zhao Li escaped a calamity by hiding in the Endless Wilderness. When he reappeared, he actually harbored such wicked intentions.

Zhao Li's identity was quite appealing to evil cultivators like Lu Lasu, which is why they maintained a long-term cooperation.

Now that the old stories have been brought up, it has been discovered that Lu Lasu, in collusion with Zhao Qiushi, did indeed use the method of eavesdropping on telepathy to secretly identify several cultivators who were suspected of possessing enormous wealth. Through Zhao Qiushi's connections within the Zhao family, he had other key Zhao family cultivators step forward to help gain the trust of the rogue cultivators before luring them to a designated area to carry out the ambush.

Sometimes he makes mistakes, but so far he has only made one mistake—the only time he has ever attacked a disciple of the Qingheng Sect.

It was only at this time that Chen Guang learned that the outside world's definition of a super-rich person was someone whose wealth, obtained through illegal means, could be exchanged for more than 30,000 yuan.

Lulasu may not necessarily want to cooperate with the interrogation, but who needs Lulasu's cooperation in a monk's interrogation?

Some of them are magical artifacts that can make Lurasu speak and verify the truth.

The interrogators searched through Lu Lasu's entire life from the time he could remember. After being transported to Ziling Peak, he would undergo an even more rigorous and detailed interrogation.

What left Chen Guang speechless was that Lu Lasu was not the seller of Qinmu juice at all!

After selling the wood-capturing juice, the seller deliberately created a false impression. He actually ordered a spiritual weapon from the Zhao family's weapon-refining pavilion, but he didn't take the weapon and ran away. Lu Lasu just happened to be from the same outpost as the seller and was somewhat familiar with him. That's why he decided to impersonate him and enter and leave the Zhao family's weapon-refining pavilion. He also wanted to see if he could impersonate the seller and claim that spiritual weapon.

When Chen Guang was about to leave Dongdu Market and took a jar of Zui Qizhu to visit Sun Yijing, Sun Yijing learned the inside story and was both amused and exasperated.

"Looks like you'll have to go to the outpost again sometime, hahaha, it's a good thing you suffered a loss this time." Sun Yijing held up the Drunken Seven Bamboo, raised his eyebrows, but didn't say anything about not seeing anything special about the Wood-Capturing Juice.

It's not surprising that sometimes a spiritual object can be "a precious medicine to me, but poison to someone else," and saying such things is meaningless.

So Sun Yijing simply removed the seal from the Drunken Seven Bamboo wine bottle, took a big gulp, and then comfortably squinted his eyes, slumped back in his chair, and groaned, "Although the name Drunken Seven Bamboo contains the character for bamboo, it has nothing to do with bamboo at all~ I once drank a kind of spiritual wine brewed from the roots of 'Black Rotten Bamboo.' It wasn't exactly a fine wine, but the taste was unforgettable. If only I could drink it again—"

Just as Chen Guang was listening intently, Sun Yijing suddenly shut up, gulped down several mouthfuls of Zui Qizhu wine, closed his eyes completely, lay back in his seat and hummed softly. His unsightly nose was now bright red, clearly showing that he was immersed in the taste of fine wine.

"And then what? That's it?"

Chen Guangxin felt like he'd been scratched by a monkey; why was someone only saying half of what they meant?

Chen Guang had never heard of black bean curd before, so he was naturally very curious.

Seeing that Sun Yijing was completely immersed in the wonderful taste of the Drunken Seven Bamboo and didn't care about the outside world, Chen Guang didn't want to disturb him. He could only say goodbye and leave Guanglin Hall after hearing Sun Yijing's vague agreement.

After quickly packing his things and meeting with the two late-stage Qi Refining cultivators sent by the Zhao family, he decided to follow the main group back to the sect.

Qingheng Sect disciples are rarely in great danger when away from the sect. Few thugs dare to make a move not far from the patrol route of the Punishment Hall. Moreover, even if uninformed cultivators know that the sect disciples are incredibly wealthy, they usually won't put their ulterior motives into practice.

But the return journey is different. Those who are timid will become emboldened when they actually see the extravagant spending of the sect disciples.

If you hear that someone has a million dollars, and they actually spend that million dollars in front of you with a nonchalant expression, the former is something everyone can laugh off, but the latter is enough to make everyone waver and have evil thoughts.

Therefore, a considerable number of cultivators followed the main group. Such opportunities were rare. Both sect disciples and independent cultivators were numerous, forming a huge procession. Because the transport team moved slowly, a bustling night market would form every nightfall, and the late-stage Qi Refining Qingheng Sect disciples would spontaneously take charge of maintaining order.

This scene made every Qingheng Sect disciple stand tall.

Chen Guang and Wan Longjing strolled around the night market and even saw a tea stall. It was quite surprising that such a popular food item could be sold in a mobile night market, which made Chen Guang and Wan Longjing exchange a smile.

Two cultivators from the Zhao family accompanied them, and boldly each ordered a cup of wine and drank it.

Although it's called a tea stall, it actually offers a full range of tea, wine, and fruit juices, all with some not-so-rare but magical ingredients that significantly improve the taste, and they sell quite well.

Seeing this, Chen Guang's memory was awakened: "Seniors, do you know what spirit wine brewed from black bamboo tastes like?"

The two Zhao family cultivators were, after all, at the late stage of Qi Refining. As guards, they were expected to be polite. Moreover, as rogue cultivators, they knew quite a bit about all sorts of things. The interesting stories they told Chen Guang and his companion kept them entertained the whole way.

"Black tofu skin? Never heard of it."

"Most spirit wines are delicacies, but the recipes can't be made haphazardly. If it's just hearsay, there might not actually be such a thing."

Chen Guang was also somewhat uncertain: "I heard about it from Senior Brother Sun of Guanglin Hall, and I thought it was a specialty of Dongduyuan. Neither of you have heard of it?"

"So it's Senior Brother Sun," the two Zhao family cultivators immediately changed their tune. Guanglin Hall had been dealing with the Zhao family cultivators for several years, and they were more familiar with Senior Brother Sun than Chen Guang. "Since it was Senior Brother Sun who said it, then it must be true. After all, Senior Brother Sun is very fond of the things in the cup and has tasted thousands of kinds. It's just that we two are not knowledgeable enough and have never heard of what black rotten bamboo is."

"Black bean curd sticks? Can that stuff be used to brew wine?" A questioning voice suddenly came from behind the tea stall. Everyone looked over and saw that it was the stall owner.

Since it wasn't anything important, no one bothered to use telepathy or any kind of discretion, so naturally the cultivators nearby overheard it.

The stall owner smiled kindly at everyone's gaze: "I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but I do know something about this black bamboo. It's a top-grade spiritual plant unearthed in the Cang Clan's Fanglin Forest. Because of its valuable use in improving aptitude, it almost caused a fight among the cultivators who unearthed it. Are you all unaware of this?"

"When did this happen?" Not only Chen Guang and his companion, but also the two Zhao family cultivators' expressions changed drastically.

A spiritual object that can alter one's attributes?

Cang Shi Fang Lin, since when can such a spiritual creature be dug up by anyone so easily?!