Bitter Realm: Otherworldly Gods and Demons

Chapter 189 I'm Joining

Tian Bugu examined it more closely and exclaimed in surprise, "Young Master, is this body actually pieced together from different people?"

"As expected, it couldn't hide anything from the doctor's discerning eye. Indeed, this body was pieced together by three masters."

"But this body is as if it were naturally formed, with all the organs and tissues integrated seamlessly. It is truly a marvelous technology."

"This is one of the most precious legacies left behind by the Ghostly Longevity Palace not long ago. Besides this masterpiece, I've also acquired all the knowledge associated with it. Doctor, are you interested in Gu magic?"

Tian Bugu thought for a moment and said, "Some aspects of Gu techniques can be categorized as medical techniques, but its branches are incredibly vast, and I have only dabbled in a limited way, so I don't know much about it."

Wuming nodded and said, "The Hall of Longevity is skilled in three techniques: Gu, poison, and medicine. Among them, Gu is the weakest and medicine is the strongest. I have recruited the chief technology officer of the Hall of Longevity. If you are interested, perhaps you could discuss the various techniques of the Hall of Longevity with him?"

Tian Bugu couldn't help but ask, "Is the young master willing to share such a secret with me?"

Wuming smiled slightly, "Why wouldn't I be willing? I just thought that as a doctor, you might be interested in all sorts of unusual medical techniques, so I just wanted to take this opportunity to express my gratitude."

Tian Bugu gazed at the nameless figure for a moment, then said leisurely, "Young master's thoughtfulness touches my heartstrings."

"The doctor has helped me so much, so it's only right that I do something for him. Of course, I do have some ulterior motives. With the doctor's extensive knowledge, a few words of advice on the Ghost Needle Technique can be very helpful to me."

"Your frankness makes me less happy, but not uncomfortable—please walk with me a little longer."

"By the river."

Wuming, holding an umbrella, suddenly said, "Among those names I saw outside, there's one I seem to have heard of before: Wenwu Guanmian·Jimo Hou. He seems to be a very mysterious hermit."

Tian Bugu glanced at Wuming and said calmly, "Every patient I choose is special."

Suddenly, the wind picked up and the rain intensified, and Tian Bugu said again, "Let's go back."

"—I'm sorry, I spoiled the doctor's mood."

"Young master is ultimately a man of the martial world, bringing with him a touch of the world's ways. Such is the nature of things, so there's no need for you to dwell on it too much. However, next time, please come in person. I haven't seen you in a long time; what have you become?"

"Alright, I'll come in my true form next time. I won't bother you this time, doctor. Please."

"Please, young master."

When Wuming left Qianzhuwu, he realized that his impulsive remark had landed him on the unpopular list.

Fortunately, Tian Bu Gu indicated that he can treat Wuming as nothing more than Wuming. When your true form comes next time, be careful not to disappoint him again.

Fortunately, Wuming had already achieved his purpose in coming here. He saw his own shortcomings and also tested Tian Bugu's bottom line for befriending him. He could have some ulterior motives, but he shouldn't upset Tian Bugu.

"It's indeed time for the main body to make a trip. The improvement in the sixth sense and the perception of the Bento Emperor's divine sense might provide some confirmation and inspiration here with the Death God's left eye. As for the Gu technique, the main body can seek help from others. Let's move on to the next step of the plan. Hmm————"

Famen.

The Dharma Gate is now a dual situation where one can both rejoice for the founder and grieve for him.

On one side was the mourning hall for Yin Qianqiang in the backyard, where Yin Moxiao's eldest daughter, Yin Qianyun, was holding a funeral for her younger sister.

On the other side was the front yard, where martial arts practitioners came in an endless stream. Some came to offer their condolences, some came to congratulate the sect leader on his return from seclusion without knowing the details, and others came to inquire about the progress of the March catastrophe.

In short, people came to the Dharma Gate in an endless stream. Among the crowd, there was a tall, serious-looking young man who was meticulously groomed. There seemed to be an invisible gel around him, keeping those around him a step away. He gradually arrived at the gate.

Seeing that this man had an extraordinary appearance, the attendant politely asked, "What is your honorable name, sir? Do you have any close friends in the Buddhist community?"

"I am nameless."

The young man spoke casually, then suddenly reached out and tugged at Zhibin's collar.

Zhibin was taken aback. He looked down and saw that his clothes were neatly arranged—it turned out that the young man had straightened them for him.

"I am new to this sect, and my purpose in coming here is to join it."

"Ah, this."

Zhibin was taken aback again. The other party had come to ask to become his apprentice?

"Sir, this is not the time for our sect to recruit disciples, and we are currently very busy. You must have come from a long journey, so why don't you come in and rest for a while?"

Zhibin was the most adept at handling things. He sensed that the young man might be no ordinary person, so he knew he couldn't afford to offend him. Therefore, he invited him in first and then had his disciples discuss the matter with him to find out what was going on.

"Then it will be hard work."

The attendant called over a disciple of the Dharma Gate to take Wuming to the rest area and arrange a room for him to rest. Soon after, someone brought tea and snacks and said that the manager would be here shortly and asked Wuming to wait a moment.

Not long after, a young man dressed in black, calm and serious, with an extraordinary appearance, arrived—and he was slightly taken aback.

He sensed something different about the room. Upon closer inspection, he discovered that the room was exceptionally, no, absolutely orderly. All the objects were arranged perfectly, with everything in a straight line, meticulously arranged, and spotless.

Who cleaned this?

When the young man came to his senses, he saw Wuming sitting upright with a tea tray placed in the center of the table. In the center of the tea tray were tea snacks stacked into a perfect pyramid shape. The teapot was placed in the upper right corner of the tea tray, and the teacups were in the lower left corner. The items on the table, the pattern of the tablecloth, the positions of the table and chairs, and the man's posture formed an absolutely orderly picture.

The young man felt that the orderly arrangement made him feel a little awkward. He walked to the opposite side of Wuming and stood still, unable to help but shift his feet slightly to adjust his position. He felt that he had made the scene in front of him less orderly.

"Brother Wuming, I am Nie Shang, the third disciple of the sect leader."

As Nie Shang spoke, Wuming stood up. "Brother Nie, I've heard so much about you."

"Brother Wuming, please have a seat."

Nie Shang sat down, but he felt that he was not sitting in a very comfortable position. However, he saw Wuming gently move his seat, which made him feel more comfortable, or rather, more at ease.

How strange—Nie Shang's curiosity grew, and he asked, "May I ask where Brother Wuming comes from?"

"One day and three and a third of an hour before I came here, on my way to the Dharma Gate, for five years, three months and twenty-one days before setting off, I lived in seclusion on the Phoenix Tail Peak of Phoenix Mountain and practiced internal energy cultivation techniques. It was at the hour of Yi (9-11 AM) seventeen days before I started practicing that I discovered a Taoist manual in a dilapidated Taoist temple, which aroused my interest and gave me the idea to start practicing."

After listening, Nie Shang thought to himself, "You don't seem like a Taoist. You're more like a mechanical puppet from the Mohist school. Why are you talking like that?"

Nie Shang's impression of Wuming had changed from what his disciples said about his extraordinary appearance and possible special origin to his strange origin.

"I see. Then why do you want to join the sect, Brother Wuming?"