Nine Netherworld Demon Subduing Record

Seeing Fu Qing's strange expression, Chen Xing'an coughed lightly.

It's a routine check. Everyone involved in the case has to go through this check, both to ensure the safety of others and to ensure your own safety.

He added, "When you're not here, I'll send someone to inform the Imperial Household Department."

Fu Qing nodded, looking at the male prostitute.

That was the person he had met when testing the spiritual veins. He gestured for Fu Qing to enter and led him through the door.

Seeing Chen Xing'an looking at her, Fu Qing bowed to him in farewell and stepped into the doorway.

Behind the door was a long corridor with quiet gardens on both sides. It was already dark, and the gardens were filled with the sounds of frogs and crickets, with fireflies flitting among the leaves.

Fu Qing thought that the environment here looked quite nice and didn't seem like a detention facility, so he felt a little more relaxed.

As they walked, he led Fu Qing to the door of a room and gestured for Fu Qing to go in. Fu Qing nodded to the male prostitute and stepped inside.

The room was very simple, with only a single bed, but strangely it was quite large and spacious, with a desk, bookshelf, and even a private bathroom.

It looked like I was staying in an old-fashioned hotel room.

He thought to himself with a rather optimistic mindset.

He walked to the door, where there was a small window that allowed him to see what was happening outside. Seeing that the male prostitute had already left, Fu Qing went to the bathroom.

Above the shower room was a strange machine with a handle. When he pulled the handle, a stream of water flowed out from the pipe below and into a wooden tub about half the length of a person.

He touched the water, and it was still warm.

"Another world water heater?" Fu Qing was somewhat shocked. It seemed that the conditions in this other world were not bad.

He took off his clothes, but as he looked at the tear at the top, a wave of sorrow washed over him.

"I don't know where there's a tailor; I'll need to get it mended..."

As Fu Qing stepped into the wooden tub, he slid down the edge, and the warm water flowed over his body, making him feel indescribably comfortable.

The Imperial Household Department certainly had bathing facilities, but they were manual; you had to use a wooden ladle to rinse yourself little by little. It had been a long time since we'd used a fully automatic one.

He lay in the bathtub, pondering the events of the day.

He had only been a Taoist master for a day when he encountered such a strange thing. Fortunately, he had special abilities, so he did not die in that library.

He was still extremely grateful that he still had some athletic instincts; otherwise, having ability would be useless.

But it was clear that Chen Xing'an and the man named Zhuang were far more skilled than he and the laborer.

He knew that Chen Xing'an was at the second level, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to enter the Shattered Heaven Netherworld.

However, these second-tier Dao Masters were indeed different from first-tier ones. Whether it was the woman called Mr. Zhuang or Chen Xing'an, they basically dealt with their opponents, whom they thought were difficult to deal with, after just one encounter.

"It seems I really need to advance to the second rank, otherwise, as a first-rank Dao Master, I'd be having so much trouble with just this one small matter."

"And these dockworkers..."

Fu Qing looked at the contents of the box; they were mostly rubbings. He wondered what these people wanted these rubbings for.

"Old Zhang used to work there too. It seems like the two of them were working together, but that's a bit strange. He didn't know I'd be staying there tonight, so why would he resort to some kind of underhanded tactic?"

"Moreover, if they are a group of people, since Old Zhang has seen what's inside, he must know that it contains records about the Nine Netherworlds."

"Nine Netherworlds..."

Fu Qing began to have doubts.

"If it's really as I think, then it's not just the Shattered Heaven Netherworld I transmigrated to; there might be other Netherworlds hiding some secrets as well."

"Could this be another portal? Are these monsters and demons being teleported back to Earth?"

"Or am I just overthinking it, and they're not even a group at all?"

Fu Qing was speechless. If that were the case, he would have become an unlucky guy who had taken the fall for Lao Zhang.

After thinking for a while, Fu Qing got dressed and stood up from the bathtub.

Touching the wound on the back of his neck, he suddenly remembered that the medicinal herb he had bought during the day was still in his sleeve pocket.

He quickly took out the herb, and saw that it had been dried in the sun. The root was very thick, but the leaves were short, and there was a very small fruit at the top.

According to Fu Qing's understanding, such a thick root must contain some medicinal properties, and he couldn't let his money go to waste.

This herb is called something like Resurrection Grass, which sounds like a healing medicine; the name is certainly intimidating.

He held the herbs in his hand, silently reciting the incantation he had heard earlier.

"Use your body as a cauldron to condense the medicine into an elixir."

"It sounds like you're refining elixirs inside the body. How do you do that? By ingesting them?"

Fu Qing naturally dared not eat it directly. This medicine was not like the leaves he had refined using his own method. Besides, Xing Luochen was outside at the time, so he was naturally not afraid.

He held the herb in his hand, wondering whether he should use the same method he used to unlock it.

Thinking of this, he moved the spiritual herb to his left hand and exerted a little force.

Suddenly, Fu Qing felt his spiritual meridians react, and a tingling electric current flowed from his palm into the spiritual medicine.

But then he saw the herb slowly turn black and wither. At the same time, Fu Qing felt a cool sensation returning to his body from the herb.

A change occurred within the spiritual veins, and runes lit up in his hand.

Just as Fu Qing was observing this scene, he suddenly felt the golden sun within his body react.

It was slowly rotating, and then Fu Qing felt a strange suction force in his palm, tightly pulling the elixir into his hand.

But the medicinal herb, which had dried up, quickly turned into powder and vanished from Fu Qing's hand.

Shaking off the black ash from his hands, Fu Qing felt the medicinal properties seep into his body, and the wound on his neck began to itch slowly, as if it were healing.

However, the repair was very limited; after only a dozen seconds, the wound began to scab over, and then it stopped there. It could not continue.

But what surprised Fu Qing even more was that the pulse in her left hand moved inexplicably, and Fu Qing was immediately able to sense what it was.

This is my own Dharma merging with my meridians, though only a little bit, but it's better than nothing.

"It seems this spiritual herb can also help me refine Dao techniques?"

Fu Qing was overjoyed. In other words, as long as he had enough spiritual herbs, it wouldn't be a problem for him to break through to the second rank in one go.

But soon a cold water was poured on him. If it were really that easy, the Taoist masters in this city wouldn't all be at the beginner level.

And if we really want to advance like this...

Just as he expected, he didn't have the money to buy it.

He came into this world only knowing how to read; he didn't know anything else. But just by knowing how to read, he couldn't earn enough money all at once.

As she struggled in agony, Fu Qing slowly closed her eyes.

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The next day, at the Shili Pharmacy.

Gu Shili was slowly grinding the medicinal herbs in his hand when suddenly his gaze shifted inexplicably, and he stopped what he was doing.

He looked towards the door and saw a figure standing there, dressed in black, taking out a wooden plaque from his pocket.

"Chen Xing'an, the steward of the Exploration Pavilion, wants to ask you about some things." Chen Xing'an looked at the dragon-headed, human-bodied man with a solemn expression.