Chapter 48 Xu Zangyu, you're not allowed to swing on my head...

With the barrier removed, Wan Zhu and Wei Chi dispersed. Their spirits, no longer lingering in the mortal realm, had their own destinations.

Xu Zangyu recalled that the paper figures Zhou Hui had pointed out earlier were none other than Master Mo, Madam Mo, and Young Master Mo.

None of them are innocent.

He looked at his master, who had tacitly allowed the two of them to leave and seemed quite responsible, and asked, "Is the art of commanding troops that you taught me truly without any flaws?"

"You discovered it?"

Wen Qianchu didn't deny it at all; there was even a hint of admiration in his eyes. Xu Cangyu gritted his teeth, a thousand thoughts of betraying his master and ancestors flashing through his mind.

"If you could just randomly select a soul, why did you insist on emphasizing the murderer instead of Wan Zhu and Wei Chi?"

If Sect Leader Chu said such a thing, he would think it was upholding moral principles and not harming innocent people.

But Wen Qianchu—

No matter how you look at him, you can't see a single trace of kindness on his face.

The only possibility is, as he once said, that all arts and techniques in the world have advantages and disadvantages, and are subject to constraints.

"You guessed right. Using the technique of selecting generals on innocent people will surely backfire. If that person also happens to have merits, I'm afraid they will fall into the demonic path and their Dao heart will be completely destroyed."

"Therefore, disciples of the Wumen sect never use this method to harm people casually. If someone learns this method and does evil, they will surely be trapped by their own actions."

Xu Zangyu: "..."

What a kind-hearted person!

Unable to bear hurting others, they resort to roundabout deception.

If he mistakes the murderer, wouldn't his cultivation be completely destroyed?

I fucking ***

A smile crept onto Wen Qianchu's thin lips as she felt a pat on the head. "If a disciple dares to tease his master, why can't his master lie to you?"

"..."

The plan to betray one's master and ancestors cannot be delayed!

Xu Zangyu felt ridiculous, but even the ghost general he had chosen laughed at him: "Serves you right!"

As Wen Qianchu walked out of the Mo residence, Xu Cangyu followed behind, whispering to Qi Wanyan, "You're my ghost general, aren't you going to help me get revenge?"

Qi Wanyan rolled her eyes. "I'm just a girl who only knows how to cook. What do I know about fighting and killing!"

"If you hadn't wiped out the Mo family line, I would have truly believed you."

"Fine, I'll just cook then."

Xu Zangyu put her into a paper doll, rolled her up, and threw her into his Qiankun bag, thinking that when he got back, he would have her cook him a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

No, the barrier is gone, so why would he go back to Wumen?

Xu Zangyu immediately slipped away, his steps suddenly lightening as he floated up into the air.

Its body was shrunk to the size of a palm, tethered by a string, swaying in the wind like a kite.

When it landed, it was indeed Wen Qianchu's palm.

Xu Zangyu put his hands on his hips and said, "Master, can't we at least have some morals?"

Wen Qianchu suppressed a laugh, stretched out her finger and gently poked the little figure, causing it to fall over. Her voice was filled with uncontrollable laughter: "Oh, what is morality?"

Xu Zangyu hated and wanted to kill someone more than anything in his life, but he was powerless to do so. He had become someone else's plaything in such a humiliating way.

He was so angry that he just collapsed and gave up.

But Wen Qianchu suddenly withdrew his hand, and Xu Cangyu, who was in mid-air, was so frightened that he quickly grabbed a finger.

He didn't believe Wen Qianchu had acted accidentally.

Wen Qianchu's character is as kind as his words.

He jumped three feet high in anger, but he only reached Wen Qianchu's shoulder. When Wen Qianchu started walking, the wind blew him away. Luckily, he grabbed a tuft of hair and tied it to himself like a lifeline.

Perhaps because he was too weak, Wen Qianchu did not react.

Xu Cangyu secretly tugged at it several more times, but failed to pull out a single hair. Instead, the long hair became more and more tightly wrapped around the paper, causing it to curl up.

Struggling, I suddenly heard:

“Xu Zangyu, you are not allowed to swing on your head like a swing.”

"..."

Xu Cangyu, his face flushed, cried out for help: "Help me, I'm being choked!"

Wen Qianchu was helpless, or rather, speechless.

He finally managed to free Xu Zangyu by using a hairpin to cut off a few strands of tightly tangled hair.

"Can't you behave yourself?"

Xu Zangyu was picked up by him again, and she was so angry that she pointed at his nose and cursed: "If you hadn't been teleporting around, would I have been strangled by your wildly swirling hair?"

Anyway, Xu Zangyu would never admit that he was wrong. He was in this state all thanks to Wen Qianchu. His originally flat body had turned into a Swiss roll, and his eyes had shifted to the sides. Now he couldn't even see people clearly from the front.

When will you turn me back?

Wen Qianchu remained silent, unfolding him again and flattening him. Although the force was not strong, Xu Cangyu was going crazy.

Why does the paper figure still have feeling?

"Don't touch it randomly, don't squeeze it!"

Xu Cangyu felt extremely uncomfortable. He bit down hard, and his fingertips felt like they were being bitten by ants, with a slight stinging pain and a tingling itch.

A sigh came from above: "I'll turn you back once I buy the medicine."

Xu Zangyu then released her mouth, no longer touching Wen Qianchu's fingers so tightly. "Buy medicine? What kind of medicine?"

He looked at the tiny bloodstain on his finger and said, "Is it really that serious?"

Xu Zangyu was put back on his shoulder, and he finally looked up at the plaque of Jishetang.

What brings you to this place?

Given Zheng Shu's previous experience of being deceived, Xu Zangyu found it difficult to have a good impression of Jishetang. Although it was proven that Jishetang was not responsible, there are many unseen dirty things in the world. Who can guarantee that what is clean on the surface is clean on the inside?

"The Autumn Water Sect is dedicated to helping all under heaven, and the Golden Spirit Pill is being sold at a low price. Such goodwill should naturally be appreciated."

Xu Zangyu always felt that he was saying the opposite of what he meant, even though his words weren't very pleasant to hear when he said nice things.

Jishetang was crowded, but people would avoid Wen Qianchu whether they wanted to or not. Only when they were being pushed around and trampled on did they realize that there was no one around them.

Xu Zangyu sat close to Wen Qianchu's neck, afraid of being pushed off, but he was clearly worrying unnecessarily.

As expected of a powerful figure, even his mere appearance has a clearing effect.

The shopkeeper, who was busy with his calculations, immediately noticed this extraordinary guest. Although he didn't wear much gold or silver jewelry, the kind of person who could make simple elegance stand out as the most unfathomable and distinguished guest.

He laid out all his most precious and rare pills on the medicine table beforehand, then smiled and stepped forward to greet the guest: "What would you like, esteemed guest? We have the latest Breakthrough Pills, would you like to take a look?"

Wen Qianchu didn't even spare a glance, only saying, "Golden Spirit Pill, one bottle."

The Golden Elixir is going on sale? And it's only one bottle?

Where did this pretentious, penniless wretch come from?

The shopkeeper dropped his fawning smile and impatiently took out a bottle of pills. "Twenty taels. You're not going to return it after you leave."

Jishengtang's Jinlingdan has really been reduced by half in price, with the cost almost equal to the selling price. Are they really doing charity?

Xu Cangyu couldn't wait to grab Wen Qianchu's hair, "Let me see it quickly."

The shopkeeper then noticed the little thing on his shoulder and exclaimed in surprise, "Your paper figure has a nose and eyes, and it can even talk!"

Such novel items are rarely seen on the market. The shopkeeper changed his tune and said, "I don't want the twenty taels of silver. How about you sell me this paper figure to play with?"

Xu Zangyu glared angrily, jumping up and down on his shoulder and yelling, "Fuck your ancestors! Are you blind? Do you think you can buy me?!"

When people are weak, even their anger seems cute. These little jumping and squeaking gadgets can be resold to influential people for a profit.

The shopkeeper, unwilling to give up, was convinced that the man before him was a respectable but poor fellow, and nonchalantly raised the price: "How about fifty taels? I won't even take the money for that bottle of Golden Elixir in your hand."

The shopkeeper saw him lift his eyelids and his eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion, but it didn't seem like he had been persuaded.

The deep, dark eyes stared blankly at him, sending chills down his spine, as if he were being locked onto by a sinister ghost in the wilderness, his soul trembling, wanting to escape but unable to break free from its control.

He had no idea how the other person had suddenly disappeared from his sight until he felt a sharp pain in his chest, and upon closer inspection, he realized it was twenty taels of silver.

Xu Zangyu had always been unhappy with Wen Qianchu, but he couldn't help but admire him from the bottom of his heart every time he made a move.

He didn't know what tricks Wen Qianchu had played, only that one look from her could steal a person's soul. He also didn't understand why the shopkeeper was so afraid, his whole body drenched in cold sweat, as if he had just escaped from water.

After leaving Jishetang, Wen Qianchu poured out the pills from the jade bottle. Xu Cangyu jumped into his hands, picked up the pills, which were as big as his head, smelled them, and then, unwilling to give up, licked them. Just as he tasted them, the pills were flicked away from his eyes.

"Don't eat everything."

Wen Qianchu frowned in disgust as her two paper hands were stained black by the pills. She wiped the stains away with the corner of her sleeve before her expression softened.

"It really is the Golden Elixir." Xu Zangyu was somewhat discouraged. "It doesn't make sense."

Do you have any questions?

Xu Zangyu said, "Uncle Zheng said that many pharmacies have been forced to buy substitute medicines from Jishetang, but Qiushui Sect said that someone is impersonating someone from Jishetang."

"If that's the case, how could Jishetang be completely unaware and allow this person to continue ruining Jishetang's reputation?"

Wen Qianchu: "There is another possibility: Qiushui Sect is lying. He did force others to change their methods, but they sell the real thing themselves, so if something goes wrong, they can't be held responsible."

"I want to try again."

Xu Zangyu looked at him hesitantly and said, "Could you wear tattered clothes, pretend to be a beggar, and then go buy a bottle?"

Wen Qianchu: "..."

Although he didn't understand, he still waved his hand and conjured up a beggar's outfit, full of patches, clearly from a poor family.

But when he looked up, he still had eyebrows like green mountains and eyes like calm lakes. No matter how you looked at his face, he was a noble young master from a fallen family.

"No, no, you can't do it." Xu Zangyu shook his head repeatedly.

Before he could finish speaking, he was lifted up by the head: "You can eat whatever you want, but you can't say whatever you want."

“Master, Master, I was praising your unparalleled temperament, not saying you are lacking in other aspects.”

The poor head was finally released. Xu Cangyu touched his neck and thankfully the paper he possessed was of good quality, so his head wasn't broken.

"Master, can you let me change back first? I really won't run around anymore. Anyway, I can't run away from you here."

Xu Zangyu was very self-aware. After witnessing Wen Qianchu's prowess, he realized that his previous tricks were nothing but petty schemes in Wen Qianchu's eyes.

The fingertips pressed against his brow, and after the burning sensation subsided, he returned to his original appearance, along with the beggar's clothes that Wen Qianchu was wearing, which were then transferred to him.

Xu Cangyu took out a mirror, looked at himself, and then loosened his neatly combed hair. Still feeling that something was missing, he painted his face yellowish-black and added a bamboo cane before he was satisfied.

"Master, can you still recognize me now?"

Wen Qianchu turned around and sighed, "I don't want to know you."

"That means it works well." He smiled, and all that could be seen on his face was his snow-white teeth. Xu Zangyu happily leaned on his bamboo cane and ran towards Jishetang.

His disheveled and seemingly insane appearance caused pedestrians to give way.