Merit-based card draws, quickly become a Heavenly Emperor

Fang Zheng carefully put away the scroll and went straight to find Lü Zhengfeng.

After working together for some time, he had enough trust in this superior and there was no need to hide anything from him.

Lu Zhengfeng took the scroll, unfolded it, glanced at it, and then closed it again. He didn't ask any further questions and just told Fang Zheng to go back first.

"I'll send someone to verify it."

Wait for my news.

The message came back the next day.

Recently, something has indeed been circulating among the hermits near Yongqing County.

There is a secret realm in Qinghe Valley outside the city that preserves the legacy of the master painter Wu Baopu, and it will open in early March.

The source of this news is unknown, but the account is detailed and credible.

It is said that many rogue cultivators will go there to try their luck.

After hearing the report, Lü Zhengfeng put his teacup on the table.

"Fangzheng, don't worry."

The laws of the Great Qian Dynasty clearly state that all the inheritances left by ancient cultivators belong to the current dynasty.

Leaving aside the minor fragments unearthed by unorthodox cultivators, a legitimate lineage like Wu Baopu's should rightfully be taken over by my dynasty.

He immediately summoned his clerk and ordered soldiers to surround Qinghe Valley, forbidding any unauthorized personnel from approaching.

Soon, Fang Zheng led a group of soldiers straight to Qinghefang Market.

By this time, the market had become lively.

The shouts and haggling mingled together, and wisps of smoke rose into the air.

But when Fang Zheng arrived with his troops, the excitement came to an abrupt end.

The vendors looked up, and some recognized Fang Zheng's official robes, muttering under their breath, "Why are the officials here again?" They then quickly began packing up their wares.

Fang Zheng didn't rush to speak. He waited until the market quieted down before raising his voice and saying, "Qinghe Market will be temporarily closed for the next few days."

All unrelated personnel are required to leave within half an hour.

The market was quiet for a moment, then erupted into chaos.

"On what grounds? This has been our land for years, and the government can just shut it down like that?"

"Exactly! We've been setting up our stall here for ages, what kind of rules are these?"

"Are you trying to hoard something for yourself? That's such an unseemly thing to do!"

A burly monk with a thick beard squeezed out of the crowd, his voice as rough as a broken gong.

"My lord, Qinghefang Market is a place that everyone has nurtured. You shut it down with just a word; you should at least give an explanation!"

Several people behind him echoed him, their voices growing louder and louder, as if they wanted to use their numbers to boost their morale.

Fang Zheng glanced at him, his gaze unwavering, and said calmly, "I, Fang Zheng, have been ordered by the county magistrate and the supervising officer to seal off this place for several days."

No one is allowed to enter during this period.

If you have any objections, you may submit a petition to the supervisory office, and this official will arrange for someone to handle it.

The man with the thick beard paused for a moment.

The men behind him who had initially joined in the commotion stopped talking as soon as they heard the word "Fangzheng".

These reclusive cultivators were not detached from worldly affairs; they had long heard of the renowned Fangzheng.

Leaving aside the tiger-hunting and ghost-catching incidents, recently the Cao and Zhu families, who have committed numerous evils, have been imprisoned en masse.

With such illustrious achievements, who would dare to challenge them lightly?

At that moment, another person emerged from the edge of the market.

He was tall and thin, wearing a faded gray robe, with a calligraphy brush hanging at his waist.

"Lord Fang, we are not here to cause trouble, we just want to ask a question."

Was the government's sealing of grain reserves intended to sever the lineage of Wu Baopu's painting style?

"Yes." Fang Zheng didn't beat around the bush.

The market fell silent for a moment. The tall, thin Ye Xiu's expression remained unchanged, but the corners of his mouth pursed slightly.

"Lord Fang, we colleagues all cultivate the Spirit Painting Path, and we have been waiting for this inheritance for a long time."

The government has surrounded the valley, and we can't even see a glimpse of it. This is far too domineering.

Fang Zheng looked at him and said, "The laws of the Great Qian Dynasty are clearly written."

All ancient cultivation relics, cave dwellings, and secret realms, as long as they are within the territory of the Yun Dynasty, belong to the Yun Dynasty.

Those who take without permission will be punished as thieves; those who transmit without permission will be punished as violators of regulations.

He didn't deliberately emphasize his words, but they were heavy enough on their own.

"I know you practice the art of spiritual painting."

But inheritance is not something that can be achieved by luck or by having a lot of people competing for it.

After the government obtains the inheritance, it will organize and transcribe it. If it meets the requirements, it will open it to qualified people for study at an appropriate time.

If you are truly sincere in seeking the Way, then serve the government and do things for the people.

What's expected will naturally be there.

The tall, thin man remained silent for a moment, then cupped his hands in a respectful gesture towards Fang Zheng, without saying anything more.

At this moment, a thin figure squeezed out from the edge of the crowd, wearing a worn gray robe.

This is the owner of Moxiang Pavilion, the shopkeeper who sells spiritual paintings and materials.

He walked up to Fang Zheng and cupped his hands in greeting: "Lord Fang, is this a complete closure of Qinghefang Market?"

Fang Zheng recognized him and his tone softened.

"Don't worry, this place is just closed for a few days due to important matters. It will be open as usual afterward."

Your shop can continue to operate.

Upon hearing this, the owner of Moxiang Pavilion visibly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded repeatedly.

"That's good, that's good."

"When the adults give the order, we comply."

He turned around and shouted into the market, "Everyone, disperse! Lord Fang said it will reopen as usual afterward, what's the rush!"

The crowd loosened up.

The group of unaffiliated cultivators began packing up their goods at the stall. Although their actions still carried a hint of reluctance, no one dared to cause any more trouble.

Fang Zheng stood at the entrance of the market, watching the crowd gradually disperse, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

It's certainly good to have the support of the powerful and influential.

If one were to become a rogue cultivator without a system, achieving extraordinary cultivation would be extremely difficult.

Now, he has a solid foundation in the cultivation of the Spirit Painting Path, and what he lacks now is a superior follow-up cultivation method.

This time, it was like finding a pillow when you're sleepy.

There were still a few days until the third day of the third lunar month, so he stayed here, waiting for the right opportunity.

.......

The third day of the third lunar month is the Shangsi Festival.

It was early morning, just as dawn was breaking.

Fang Zheng sat in the military tent and poured all the gray energy he had accumulated into the Ghost Gate Tour Card Pool.

He drew four 10-pulls in a row, the light flashing and then dimming in turn.

The first two 10-pulls were all black cards.

Fang Zheng's expression remained unchanged. After pressing the ten-pull button for the third time, a sliver of gray light finally appeared in the gacha pool.

【Moonlight of the Night-Blooming Flower】(Rare, Rank 9, Gray, Benevolent): A rare card. On the night of a lunar eclipse, the fragrance of flowers turns to dew. Used to enhance the cultivation level of a ghost.

Immediately afterwards, the fourth ten-pull lit up in gray. This time, it produced an attack-type Spell Card.

【Ghost Howl Technique】(Rare, Rank 9, Gray, Righteous): A unique skill card. When cast, it emits a ghostly howl, briefly disturbing the mind and having a deterrent effect on low-level cultivators. The higher the cultivation level in the Ghost Path, the stronger the effect.

Fang Zheng did not hesitate and used the cards directly.

Aside from a few cards that could be used on himself, all the other cards were naturally used on the Ghost Contract Liu Qingyu.

Among them, the most effective one is naturally the rare card [Ephemeral Moon Blossom].

The light card shattered into tiny specks of light, which then flowed down the palm of Liu Qingyu's hand.

He felt a warmth coming from his palm, and Liu Qingyu's aura had clearly solidified.

Fang Zheng sensed it and a smile appeared on his lips.