"Third Master, someone is looking for you."

Nuanqing led Chen Sheng here and said softly.

"Who is it?"

Jiang Ming pushed the door open and walked out. His cold eyes turned, sweeping across Nuan Qing and finally falling on Chen Sheng.

"I am Mr. Chen from the Dingzhen Chamber of Commerce."

Mr. Chen explained.

"I see, you've been to the Runan Marquis's Mansion?"

Jiang Ming nodded, remembering the commission from Dingzhen Chamber of Commerce. With a thought, the general situation became clear to him.

These days, he wandered around everywhere and left in a hurry after returning home. I guess Mr. Chen was waiting anxiously and came to look for him specially.

“I’ve been there a few times.”

Mr. Chen smiled bitterly. It was not a pleasant feeling to return empty-handed.

"I understand."

Jiang Ming showed an apologetic look on his face, and said sincerely: "Fellow Daoist Chen, I will definitely do it, but I cannot guarantee whether it will succeed or not."

Although he could contribute some strength to this matter, he had no say in the affairs of the officials of the Xian Dynasty.

"The president has already told me."

Mr. Chen understood that Jiang Ming was the son of the Marquis of Runan, but not the marquis, so many things could not be decided.

"Then let me tell you the process."

Jiang Ming said everything that needed to be said.

All subordinate positions in the treasury keeper's room are decided by the treasury keeper. Each assessment is different and more emphasis is placed on fate.

In short, the desire to preserve the history of the collection plays a large role. After all, looking after the collection does not require much ability. Most of the time, one just quietly arranges the books and repairs some worn-out classics.

"Mr. Chen will definitely be selected."

Her warm eyebrows and eyes were like a painting, and her eyes were full of spirit. She stared at Chen Sheng's face, which was extremely touching.

"Thank you for your kind words, Miss Nuanqing."

Mr. Chen was calm and composed, with no other thoughts in his mind, and responded calmly.

Seeing him like this, Jiang Ming said, "You are too ignorant."

With a beautiful woman by my side, nurturing and encouraging me, I should be more enthusiastic. Maybe I won't be alone tonight.

"Indeed, indeed."

Nuanqing laughed softly.

Mr. Chen looked calm and wanted to leave, but Jiang Mingyan mentioned some details about the history of guarding the Tibetan treasury and he could tell him, so he stayed.

Jiang Ming slowly explained that Mr. Chen had many competitors this time.

There is the son of General Huaicheng, and there is a genius from the Baili Daotong school. They are both young talents and extremely outstanding.

In addition, there were five other people who were eyeing the position covetously, together with Chen Sheng, a total of eight people, who were trying to seize the position of the treasure keeper's subordinate.

The assessment date was set ten days later. Jiang Ming asked Chen Sheng for an address and would drive to pick him up and head to the storage room.

"The storage room is in the palace?"

Chen Sheng's mind moved. The purpose of entering the storage room was to explore the top secrets of the Yuanliang Dynasty, involving "the emperor and the national teacher."

If he were in the palace, he might be able to find an opportunity to meet Qin Lin, and then he could understand many things at once.

"That's natural."

Jiang Ming affirmed.

"But you need to be careful not to offend the noble man."

Mr. Chen did not reveal his true thoughts. Jiang Ming was not like Lu Wangsheng and others. They had broad horizons and were not familiar with each other. If he spoke too quickly, he might put himself in danger.

"Be careful with your words and actions. Don't listen to things you shouldn't listen to. The palace and even the city of gods are actually... very depressing."

When talking about that magnificent palace, there was a hint of gloom in Jiang Ming's eyes. The more he learned about it, the more he felt the discomfort of the capital of God.

The rules and regulations, all kinds of secrets, are like traps and swamps. Once you step into them, you will die.

"Why?"

There was a gleam of light in Chen Sheng's eyes, and he was finally able to get in touch with some secrets.

"It is well known that the emperor has retired to the inner palace. What others do not know is that a group of people at the top of the power structure are also silent, as if they are hiding behind the scenes."

Jiang Ming said a few words and then stopped talking. Even with his status, he could not make any suggestions to those big shots. It was very taboo.

Moreover, he didn't know much, he just felt oppressed. If he went deeper, he would become a dead man unless his power and status increased.

"Whoosh"

After a conversation, half a day passed.

The sunlight was dim until it went out, and darkness covered the sky, with only the tiny stars emitting bright light.

At this moment, the Feng Pavilion truly showed its charm. The lights were bright, shining on the wooden beams and windows, making every inch of it look like it was made of gold, extremely dazzling.

In the spacious area in the middle, there is a stream of light floating up and down, like a jade platform. There is a charming woman, moving like a flying swallow, with thin silk ribbons fluttering. Every moment is flashing with breathtaking beauty.

"Today is an experience."

There was a table of delicacies at the railing, but Mr. Chen's eyes fell on the stage, and he indeed felt a sense of beauty.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, you rarely go to these places, right?"

Jiang Ming said.

“This should be the first time.”

Mr. Chen nodded. When he was weak, he meditated and cultivated his Qi. When he became strong, he planned a place. During this period, he witnessed the death of his relatives and friends. He was depressed. This was the first time for him to step into such a romantic place.

"Mr. Chen, please remember the warmth."

Hearing this, Nuanqing beside her blinked her eyes, and a radiant look appeared on her beautiful face.

Mr. Chen did not answer, but just smiled gently. Perhaps in the future, he would remember a woman named Nuanqing, but his mood would never waver.

In the silence, a young man dressed in blue, a scholar, was a little drunk, jumping around with a frivolous look.

"Miss Warmhearted, I haven't seen you for a long time. I miss you so much."

When he saw the warmth, his eyes lit up, he leaned on the railing, stretched out his hand, and wanted to touch that face.

"Mr. Liu."

Nuanqing recognized the person, a frivolous nobleman. She bowed and took the opportunity to avoid the outstretched hand.

Although she lives in a place of romance, she has a slight reputation, is clean, and is not the kind of person who gets close to everyone she meets.

The reason why I got close to Mr. Chen was that he had the bearing of a hermit, a calm mind, and was otherworldly, which made people happy.

"Come with me over there."

The frivolous young man was not satisfied yet. Under his drunken eyes, he felt that this warm and affectionate girl was unparalleled. Her slightly charming face, but with a cool aura, made him salivate.

"Liu Shiren, you've crossed the line."

Two cold eyes cast down.

It was Jiang Ming. He had a displeased look on his face. Sitting at the same table with Mr. Chen, he was considered the host. This man's rudeness was also an attack on his dignity.

"What does it have to do with you? The real owner didn't say a word."

Liu Shiren smiled, but did not confront him. Instead, he looked at Chen Sheng and said, "Isn't it?"

Jiang Ming is the third son of the Runan Marquis's Mansion. He doesn't want to offend him, but he has no scruples towards others.

He wanted to use his power to force Mr. Chen to retreat on his own initiative.

Time passed in silence, and several eyes fell on Chen Sheng, wanting to see how he would deal with himself.

The capital is vast, and the powerful can be found everywhere. For powerful people, conflicts are just a matter of course, but for common people, the streets are full of big men, and they cannot afford to offend them.

"roll."

Mr. Chen's mind was very calm, without the distracting thoughts that others might imagine, and he spoke every word as he moved his mouth.

“Puff…”

Nuanqing tried to hold back her laughter, but Chen Sheng's will was too strong, which made Liu Shiren look stupid, and it also had a comedic effect, so she laughed anyway.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is a wonderful person."

Jiang Ming praised.

This young man from a remote place was exactly what he wanted. He was gentle, yet proud and had a great character.

"You're looking for death."

Liu Shiren's face suddenly turned red, mostly out of anger and a little shame. Chen Sheng trampled on his dignity with just one word.

His eyes were wide open with anger, and he had the intention to kill. How dare this person offend him? "Chen will not die."

Mr. Chen said seriously.

"boom"

Liu Shiren felt his emotions explode, a surge of rage rising to the top of his head. For some reason, he wanted to slap the face of the person who was approaching him.

The magic power of the early Jindan realm exploded, and a strong and ferocious palm, raising a strong wind, fell like a divine iron, and crushed towards Chen Sheng.

If this palm had been struck firmly, his cheek would have been shattered, and the terrifying force would have been transmitted, breaking all the bones in his body.

"Bang"

A magical light shone through his body, as green as jade, suppressing Liu Shiren's attack so that not even a single drop of it could leak out.

"You are too weak."

Under the divine light, Chen Sheng's expression was extremely calm. He looked at Liu Shiren as if he was looking at a stupid goat.

then……

He formed a seal with his five fingers and pressed lightly. Liu Shiren was struck as if by lightning. All his energy and spirit could not stop falling. Blood spurted out of his mouth. He retreated seven steps away, his face pale.

"Mr. Liu, I'll take responsibility for today's cause and effect. If you want to cause trouble, just come to me."

In a flash, the situation was decided. Jiang Ming was shocked and stood up, slamming the table and taking all the responsibility.

This is Chen Sheng's cultivation, which is unfathomable and worthy of his attention. In addition, Liu Shiren is too rude and indeed needs to be punished.

"snort……"

Liu Shiren would not be able to gain any benefit from this situation, so he resolved it with a big fight.

He snorted coldly, remembering Chen Sheng's face clearly, and left in embarrassment with resentment towards Jiang Ming and Nuanqing.

"Fellow Daoist Chen is really well hidden."

The annoying guy left, and everything returned to peace. Jiang Ming's eyes were meaningful, lingering on Chen Sheng with a hint of inquiry.

No matter how hated Liu Shiren was, his cultivation level was real. Chen Sheng could knock him to the ground with just a flip of his hand. His magical powers were too powerful.

"This level of cultivation is considered top-notch among the heirs of noble families."

Nuanqing couldn't see clearly how accomplished Chen Sheng was, but among the younger generation, Liu Shiren was not a weakling, and Chen Sheng, a commoner, seemed even more powerful.

"You think too highly of me."

Chen Sheng said calmly.

Afterwards, he stayed for a while longer, said goodbye to Jiang Ming and Nuanqing, and left the Fengge, which was as brilliant as day, without a trace of nostalgia, and was extremely free and easy.

In the laundry alley, he saw from afar a lantern hanging in front of his door, illuminating a small area around it.

In the yard next door, there was also a flash of fire. It was Mo Huan who was refining an elixir. The light from the furnace broke through the cover of the formation, revealing something magical.

"Sir, is everything going well?"

Butler Zhao heard the noise, opened the door, and saw Chen Sheng. He was happy that he had finally returned.

This time, unlike usual, the host stayed outside for most of the day, which made people worried but also a little expectant.

"smoothly."

Mr. Chen nodded.

"That's great. After so many troubles, I feel tired for you, young master."

Butler Zhao breathed a sigh of relief. He had feared most that he would return empty-handed. Fortunately, all his efforts had finally paid off.

"Butler, there is no need to wait for me. It is dark now, just take a rest."

Mr. Chen looked at the lanterns hanging outside the door and the butler Zhao who had been waiting there. He felt a touch of concern and felt warm in his heart. He didn't want to trouble others.

"My lord, you don't understand. This is the housekeeper's self-cultivation."

Butler Zhao knew that his boss was considerate and smiled gently, but he did not let this change his mind. He had waited for a long time and finally he could shine in his later years. He was so happy that he did not have time to complain.

Seeing him like this, Chen Sheng had no choice but to smile bitterly and said, "Okay."

Everyone has his or her own principles for doing things, and forcing changes will only lead to bad results.

…

early morning.

"Hahaha……"

A loud laugh came from outside. It was Mo Huan. He pushed open the door of the courtyard where Chen Sheng was, looked around, saw no one, and came to a house and knocked several times.

"Boom boom boom"

The sound was neither loud nor soft, but it instantly dispelled the tranquility of the courtyard.

"Master, don't make too much noise."

Butler Zhao came out and stopped Mo Huan from making any more noise. The boss liked quietness, but this neighbor always gave people surprises.

"Don't call me Master, it's too embarrassing."

Mo Huan blushed when he heard this title. He glanced at the house in front of him. The person inside was the "master". Compared with him, he was like a firefly and the bright moon, there was a huge gap between them.

"Okay, okay, Master Mo Dan, don't be too hasty."

Butler Zhao agreed to everything, but he was on guard against Mo Huan, fearing that he would get so happy that he would rush directly into the boss's room.

"Hahaha, I'm so happy."

At this time, Mo Huan also realized that his action was inappropriate. He touched the back of his head and looked embarrassed.

"The Bishengdan has been refined?"

A calm voice came from inside the room.

Then, Mr. Chen showed up. He was wearing white clothes and had a calm look in his eyes. He stood there, naturally exuding an elegant aura.

"Yes……"

Mo Huan nodded repeatedly, took out a bright jade bottle from his slightly dirty robe, and said, "Master, please take a look and give me some comments."

He knew how powerful Chen Sheng was, and he should be a third-rank alchemist. Such people were usually the guests of honor of the aristocratic families and were rarely seen. But now he was right next to his home, so he must not disturb him.

“Not bad.”

Mr. Chen poured out the Bishengdan from the jade bottle and looked at it on his palm. The whole thing was flawless. Although some of the medicinal properties were leaking out, it could be said to be pure.

He praised that Mo Huan's alchemy skills had made great progress, from blasting the furnace, to making pills, and then to excellent quality, it had jumped three levels.

"After I watched the master making the elixir, I thought about it carefully. After making a few batches of elixirs, I felt that it was not good, so I burned it directly."

Mo Huan told him about the hardships involved. He stayed up late and worked hard to make this pill, striving for perfection and really paid a lot.

(End of this chapter)