Chapter 107 The main text ends on an auspicious day!
Auspicious day
Mr. Huang's head was blown to pieces, but fortunately his whole body was almost woven into a knot of blood threads, with the remaining blood threads twisted into an eye. He looked in disbelief at Wu Nian's thick tail, which was swinging back and forth deliberately.
"You! You guys!"
People who consider themselves smart are often shocked and can't say anything else.
Lin Xinghuo smiled and said the same thing to him: "Although we found out a little late, now that we know your background, why don't we make preparations in advance?" It's just that the previous preparations were made for Huang Kun, which just happened to benefit this real enemy.
She glanced at the green fox corpse, ravaged by Master Huang's blood, its formless form gone. She slapped her lower back and summoned a Spirit Fire Talisman, destroying it. The moment the fox corpse came into contact with the Spirit Yang Fire, its true form was revealed—a strikingly similar fake, albeit with a metallic sheen.
The cat's paws twitched uncontrollably as he mourned his masterpiece. The flesh and internal organs inside were fine, but it was the outer layer of fur, which felt just as good as a real fox's, that really took his time. Even the fox cubs in their molting period were frightened by his combing...
Who knew this Bloodline Demon didn't appreciate it and hadn't even touched it. He'd even boasted to Starfire before, saying he'd never let the enemy notice the difference in feel.
Lin Xinghuo rubbed the caracal's paws. Perhaps it was because cat-like creatures like caracals were always a little crazy. She had advised him against it when she did this, but Wu Nian said that fox fur was the best, especially the spirit fox.
A pair of black fox ears suddenly appeared on Lin Xinghuo's head. The face of the fox Wunian changed immediately. He stood up on Lin Xinghuo's shoulder, his furry claws ready to move.
Master Huang was in so much pain that it penetrated his soul, a thousand times more painful than when he was parasitized by the blood ginseng seed. His thickest blood line had turned black from the root, but the most severely damaged part was the soul seed hidden in his brain - the blood ginseng seed.
Even if Mr. Huang racked his brains, he could not have expected that Lin Xinghuo would use ordinary people's methods to deal with him. It just so happened that he was the one who placed the explosives next to the blood ginseng seed with his own hands.
Wu Nian, grabbed by Lin Xinghuo's thick tail, dared not act rashly again. He smacked his lips and said, "This is the country's latest micro-bomb, for you." In fact, he and Xinghuo had originally wanted to use the dragon gall, but the dragon gall's violent fire energy was difficult to disguise. Fortunately, Uncle Ding gave a good suggestion, which made Master Fang praise him, saying, "Even Big Head Ding has a flash of inspiration sometimes."
The pain was maddening. Master Huang was furious and started to hit the barrier as if he had lost his mind.
"Ah!" Wu Nian saw his increasingly battered head and couldn't help but lift his hind legs and kick his own head, "Your brain is really blown up."
Lin Xinghuo, who was previously in charge of the feigned communication with Mr. Huang, now remained silent. She took out a gem as green as water from the treasure hidden in her chest and stared blankly at the gem.
Mr. Huang saw it out of the corner of his eye and became even more hateful. It was the black fox liver that he thought had been absorbed by the green fox, but it turned out that it had already been taken by these two people.
At this moment, Master Huang understood everything. The two villainous demons had accompanied him in this tortuous drama just to force him to hand over all his chips and find out the whereabouts of the five internal organs of the black fox!
Mr. Huang could no longer maintain his status as the ancestor. He banged his head against the wall and cursed like a shrew in the streets, using extremely vulgar and dirty language.
New grudges and old hatreds! Wu Nian immediately remembered his previous words: "Cowardly, broken-legged fat beast!"
The old man cursed so filthy, every word offending Wu Nian's taboo. Uncle Mao immediately summoned a thunder cloud and transformed it into a braid, beating Master Huang to a pulp, teasing him like a cat playing with a mouse, determined not to kill him.
Mr. Huang fled in all directions, completely unable to resist.
Suddenly, he staggered to the ground, and with the speed of a shadow, he grabbed Xiao Lanqin, who was lying quietly at the edge of the magic circle. He transformed his withered hand into a thread and inserted it into Xiao Lanqin's head like tofu, saying sinisterly, "Open the magic circle, or I will kill her."
"You two are classmates, right? You just saved her, and now you're watching her die?"
Lin Xinghuo, who had been lost in thought, snapped back to his senses and looked at Master Huang with a stern look. The caracal's lightning flashed brightly, and he sneered, "By opening the magic circle, you can escape?"
Master Huang smiled sinisterly: "It all depends on your ability - I have a precious seed to protect me. As long as there is a trace of soul left, we will meet again in the future!"
"Open!" He thrust harder. Blood was already flowing from Xiao Lanqin's head. Her skinny face wrinkled, as if she couldn't bear the pain and was about to wake up, but a large amount of blood completely submerged her eyes.
Lin Xinghuo narrowed his eyes: "You kept your soul somewhere else?" Just like the yellow-skinned man back then, he left half of his soul in the white jade basin in his old nest as a backup.
Master Huang scoffed. A cunning rabbit has three burrows, so he certainly had more than one. He had indeed sealed his soul in a Feng Shui treasured place, and even sealed it in two places. This was to prevent the current situation. Fortunately, these two people interrupted his final fusion, otherwise it would have been the end.
The precious seed passed down through the Qi Refiners for millennia was naturally extraordinary. According to scattered records, in the ancient times when spiritual energy was still thriving and cultivation was flourishing, this seed was a Seven Treasures Ginseng, on par with the supreme heavenly treasure, the Qingshuizhi. Although he had used unholy methods to corrupt it into a Blood Ginseng seed for his own use, fully integrating the seed still required his intact spirit to calm its spirit. Fortunately, he was always cautious and thoughtful, and for safety's sake, even in such a critical situation, he would only recall his hidden spirit at the last moment.
Lin Xinghuo spat inwardly. Voldemort? What was this? Such a smug, ugly expression would make Tom sick to his stomach.
Lin Xinghuo could only open a palm-sized hole in the air.
Even a caracal couldn't get through that tiny hole. After all, caracal Anian was not a slippery cat, he was really a sincere person.
Mr. Huang's face twitched with surprise - he could no longer hide his expression.
He threw the red blood ginseng seed towards the gap with all his might. Seeing that Lin Xinghuo and the caracal were indeed rushing towards the blood ginseng seed, Mr. Huang smiled strangely and crushed Xiao Lanqin's head with a "puff". At the same time, he slowly dissipated from his feet like melted blood.
However, that relatively intact mouth refused to face his own failure and began to tell the truth: "Hahaha, after all, I was one step ahead! Idiot! Brainless beast! As soon as the formation was activated, I had already ordered that wisp of soul to escape thousands of miles away..." Even at this time, he still did not reveal the fact that there were two pieces of soul left.
The blood disappeared quickly, and within two sentences it had reached the charred chest.
Lin Xinghuo gathered the blood ginseng seeds that were trapped by the thunderclouds in his hands, exhaled slowly, and suddenly his whole body was shining with green light.
The vigorous vitality emanated from the green light, forcing Wu Nian Du to step back a few steps. He shook his tail and turned into a human.
The melting Master Huang was forced to pause, the vitality seeming to treat everything around him equally. Master Huang's sinister eyes were fixed on the ball of green light, his greed, regret, and hesitation evident in his words.
Just a little bit, just a little bit. If this half-demon became his nourishment, such pure wood properties would very likely be enough to produce six leaves of blood ginseng fruit! Master Huang closed his eyes, stimulated by the green light, unwilling to watch any longer. The price of his lucky escape this time was the loss of the precious seeds. Although resources had been reserved, it would take countless years for the two souls to awaken and grow stronger. Only Master Huang himself understood the weakness within those words of "future" and "revenge."
It’s too late to regret!
I shouldn't have looked down on these two monsters earlier. I should have taken the initiative and defeated them one by one!
But what was Lin Xinghuo doing? Before Master Huang, whose wisdom had been halved as the energy dissipated, could think of this, his chaotic mind suddenly became clearer bit by bit.
"No! What are you doing!" Mr. Huang panicked, and his melted legs and feet slowly "grew" back.
The green light gradually faded, and Lin Xinghuo, who had revealed his figure, smiled at Master Huang and said, "I will help you break through the realm."
As she spoke, she gently stretched out her folded palms, revealing the fishy, blood-red Qibao ginseng fruit. A small dot bulged on the top of the round red fruit, and a hint of green shone through the small hole on the top.
Mr. Huang's eyes were bloodshot, and he was about to use all his strength to destroy the tender bud that had not yet sprouted.
Wu Nian sighed and waved his hand. The thunder whip had already bound Master Huang tightly, leaving only a tiny gap at his eyes, through which he could vaguely see outside through the purple lightning.
The tender buds slowly broke through the peel, and an extremely mellow ginseng fragrance flowed out. It was a pity that it was mixed with some bloody smell, which made people not know whether to smell it or not.
The one eye that was barely visible in the shadows of Master Huang suddenly turned a brilliant red. If one ignored everything else and only considered the color, it was comparable to the most expensive pigeon blood. Simultaneously, the khaki formation trembled incessantly, the tear suddenly healed, and the precious light suddenly turned green.
Mr. Huang was horrified when he saw this scene. These two men were only in their twenties, how could their foundation be so strong?
Only when the formation changed color did Lin Xinghuo completely relax. Her shoulders slowly slumped, and then she ruthlessly broke the tender bud off the ginseng seed. Suddenly, a howl that did not sound like a human voice came out from the thundercloud cocoon.
Wu Nian took the ginseng seed, and lightning flashed in his hand. Purple thunderbolts surrounded the red fruit. Uncle Mao used all his strength, so much so that his slender and powerful fingers seemed to be turning into hairy claws.
The thundercloud cocoon gradually dissipated, but Master Huang didn't even have the strength to self-destruct. The pain was so severe that even his body could only twitch involuntarily.
Lin Xinghuo stuffed the young sprout into a purple gourd. Wu Nian paused, and the two of them carefully observed Master Huang for half a quarter of an hour. Seeing that he had calmed down a lot, they continued their work.
As she had sensed, this tender sprout contained the remaining vitality of the Seven Treasures Ginseng, without a trace of Master Huang's spirit. As a supreme treasure, the Seven Treasures Ginseng lacks intelligence but possesses a natural instinct for life. This tender sprout, newly broken through its skin, sprouts at its peak vitality, potentially resisting any contaminants. The purple gourd, a Thunder Fire Gourd from the first batch of gourds produced by Lin Xinghuo's prized gourd vine, was capable of absorbing lightning. They had made every possible preparation beforehand. The purple gourd was imbued with Wu Nian's pure purple lightning. If a trace of Master Huang's spirit were mingled with the sprout, and the purple lightning were applied to his spirit, it would be impossible for him not to manifest itself.
But to be on the safe side, Lin Xinghuo did not take the tender sprout out of the purple gourd after verifying it. She was going to wait and see the subsequent reaction of the magic circle.
Purple lightning surrounded Wu Nian's palm again.
After taking a breath, Mr. Huang no longer felt any pain and looked over here in a daze.
Lin Xinghuo finally became interested. They say villains die from talking too much, and good guys die from explaining. But whether good or bad, facing a dying opponent, if you can't lay out your strategies one by one, there will always be a sense of incompleteness, a sense of regret.
So, Lin Xinghuo pointed to the color-changing magic circle above his head and said, "This is actually a healing formation. It is extremely difficult to set up. Its greatest function is to gather the seven spirits and condense the three souls." Not only was it extremely difficult to set up, but it also used up a precious leaf of the Soul-Returning Tree, as well as the dew on the Soul-Returning Tree flowers that took half a year to collect for a small bottle... Lin Xinghuo was so distressed at the time that he couldn't stop crying.
"It's extremely difficult to set up." Lin Xinghuo repeated and smiled: "So we didn't launch a sneak attack when you exposed your weakness, and it took me a long time to save her." Lin Xinghuo threw out a piece of talisman paper, and Xiao Lanqin's body, which was bleeding all over the ground, turned into ashes in an instant.
This fake body was not made with great care. Although it took on the appearance of Xiao Lanqin, she was so withered. How could she have so much blood flowing out?
In the other corner of the formation, the real Xiao Lanqin appeared. The purple light of the healing formation faded slightly, and Xiao Lanqin's condition was better than before.
Mr. Huang made two hoarse sounds in his throat, and his mind flashed back to what had happened before. No wonder! No wonder they cooperated with his every move to delay time. When he spoke, someone listened, and when he was hurt, someone saved him...
Both sides were stalling for time, but it was just a matter of seeing who would outmaneuver the opponent. Lin Xinghuo's side would take a bit longer, actually. This formation was truly extremely difficult, originally created by ancient cultivators to heal those with incomplete souls. Only when the soul was fully restored would it turn a "healthy green." Lin Xinghuo had also put in a great deal of effort to coat this purely healing formation with a thick layer of tortoise shell.
The purple lightning in Wu Nian's hand dimmed, and the thumb-sized blood ginseng seed had been worn down to a tiny speck. Master Huang regained consciousness, a moment before his soul completely vanished from the world. He asked his biggest question: "How did you know that the germination of the precious seed would forcibly... forcibly gather my soul?"
Wu Nian grinned: "Your good great-grandson told us. Why, you ate his soul, don't you know?"
Master Huang was cunning and treacherous, and his children and grandchildren seemed to have inherited his cunning and deceit. After Huang Kun possessed his grandson Lin Qiyun's body, he sealed him in his left hand. It was with this left hand that Lin Qiyun inflicted numerous scars on Xiao Lanqin's back during their sexual intercourse. The wounds were tiny, yet deeply etched. The long, thin oozing of blood stained Xiao Lanqin's clothing... While Sajin Lane was collaborating with higher-ups to investigate her, they obtained several discarded pieces of blood-stained clothing...
"Okay!" Mr. Huang stretched his lips but couldn't smile.
"Very good," Wu Nian replied smoothly. This time, not only had he obtained the blue and black gemstones transformed from the fox's liver and kidney, but he had also discovered the whereabouts of the other two. Finally, even his initially unrealistic goal of "completely eliminating Master Huang" was about to be successfully achieved. Killing three birds with one stone—what could be better?
"The best thing is that you have two backup plans. A piece of your soul is actually hidden in Xiao Lanqin - fortunately, my wife is kind-hearted and never forgets to save her classmates." Wu Nian grinned, feeling proud.
If Lin Xinghuo had ignored Xiao Lanqin and allowed her to die en route, then the attempt by a third party to forcibly use the vitality of the blood ginseng seeds to force Master Huang's soul to converge would likely fail due to the fragments being too far away. This was also the reason why they had previously deduced the impossibility of completely destroying Master Huang in one go.
The lump in Mr. Huang's throat was more uncomfortable than his soul being refined by heavenly thunder. For a smart man like him who prides himself on having a thousand-mile plan, the thing he can't stand the most is the stupid thing of "shooting himself in the foot" happening to him.
"I didn't expect it to be so smooth." Lin Xinghuo sighed sincerely, as if he was helped by God.
"God doesn't bless me, Huang Dao!" Mr. Huang said angrily.
Lin Xinghuo couldn't help but roll his eyes. "You've already stolen your luck, and you still expect God to bless you. You've done so many bad things, and owed countless debts of abuse. Didn't you see that it was easier for Wu Nian to strike you with purple lightning? Normally, Uncle Mao doesn't use purple lightning so easily.
Huh? Lin Xinghuo reacted immediately. "Huang Dao? Huang Dao! Your name is Huang Dao!" She closed her eyes slightly, muttering to herself as she pondered. It was indeed her real name. Qigong practitioners were woven into a multitude of sorcerous, demonic, and unholy ways, so their real names also held special significance, like those associated with the netherworld.
Lin Xinghuo's large almond-shaped eyes curved as she looked at the ethereal figure in Wu Nian's palm that had shrunk to a size smaller than a sesame seed. She couldn't help but smile broadly, "Today is truly an auspicious day!"
Zodiac - auspicious day!
Mr. Huang let out a "huh" sound, and the shadow as small as a sesame seed exploded with a "puff".
He made himself angry to death, his soul was gone.
"Yo!" Wu Nian laughed out loud.
The two men looked up and saw that the magic circle was still green, representing the intact soul of the person within it. But they were still worried. Wu Nian took a moment to calm his breath and summoned thunderclouds to burn the magic circle thoroughly. The flowers and plants turned to scorched earth, and the scorched earth turned to ash, until the bottom of the magic circle was completely burned out.
The miscellanies that Lin Xinghuo had read mentioned that after a cultivator's death, his soul would be exposed to the world. If he could not find something to nourish his soul or a container to take over within thirty-six hours, he would naturally dissipate between heaven and earth.
They stayed in this formation for a full ten days, with purple thunder and yang fire taking turns to serve them every day. It was not until ten days later that the formation could no longer hold and began to disintegrate, and the two of them were ready to leave.
The higher authorities who had already arrived in Buxiantun to meet them took Xiao Lanqin, who was still unconscious, and handed a thick stack of information to the two of them: "This is all the information we have just found about 'Lin Qiyun'..."
Wu Nian took it and curled his lips at Xiao Lanqin on the stretcher. "She's injured, but her life is not in danger." "You should send her away quickly." During those ten days, Xinghuo examined Xiao Lanqin several times, meticulously checking even her hair. He even tried his best to treat her during the examinations... Xinghuo had never combed her hair so meticulously!
Anian's pettiness came back again.
Lin Xinghuo pretended not to notice; cat-like creatures weren't particularly cunning. She exchanged details about Xiao Lanqin's condition with the doctor: Xiao Lanqin's life had been saved, and Lin Xinghuo had done her best to replenish her lost vitality. However, her foundation was severely damaged. Lin Xinghuo estimated that even if the replenished vitality averted her imminent death, she would likely remain bedridden for many years in her later years. Traditional Chinese medicine believed that qi and blood were the fundamental substances that sustain life, and their fullness directly affected the aging process. She was likely to age prematurely compared to her peers.
"Sorry, we didn't act sooner..." There were signs of Xiao Lanqin's tragedy early on, but they didn't act immediately.
The uncle who was in charge of the handover was wearing a low-key green military uniform with four pockets. At this time, he still had the black-and-white and ruthless style of the past ten years. Upon hearing this, the uncle interrupted and said directly: "You are still alive, that's good enough." The innocent women and children who died because of the Huang family in their investigation results were the real pitiful ones.
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On the way back, the two had the rare privilege of riding on a special train - this is not something that can be achieved just by having money. The green train was equipped with soft seats covered with cowhide sponge, and the novelty made the journey wonderful.
Lin Xinghuo poured Wu Nian a cup of milk tea specially provided for the train, which was said to be a specialty of Saishang Jiangnan. He asked Wu Nian, who had been a little absent-minded since getting on the train, "What's wrong with you?"
Wu Nian was silent for a moment, his hands still working as he carefully carved a cloud-like Yizan-style "Wu" character into the intricately carved jade seal's center and center positions. Carved with the inscription "Kai Men Wu," it was clearly an ordinary person's toy.
Lin Xinghuo became more and more puzzled. She helped him put the seal into an equally exquisitely carved mahogany box, and shook Mao Anian's slightly cold fingertips.
Wu Nian couldn't help it. He didn't want to hide anything from Xinghuo now, good things and bad things... as well.
Wu Nian, remarkably down-to-earth, pulled a tightly folded piece of paper from his trouser pocket. Lin Xinghuo took it and unfolded it, realizing it was a page torn from the pile of Lin Qiyun investigation materials. He peered at it suspiciously, then gasped, "Six million, three hundred thousand!"
Lin Qiyun secretly bought the Black Water Gem for 6.3 million! It was only the 1980s, 6.3 million!
…
Lin Xinghuo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She couldn't follow Huang Dao's example and get something for nothing. She would just kill the recipient afterwards.
Forget it, let’s make money.
Lin Xinghuo, who thought her family was already very financially well-off, quickly went through her assets in her mind and discovered that apart from the money on the books, she was not even willing to exchange the gold, silver, and jewelry she had obtained from the Huang family for money—especially the gold bricks. Her fox cubs had even learned to cool off on the gold bricks.
"Let me think about it, what other medicine can be made?" Lin Xinghuo muttered, and Wu Nian's men did not stop.
As for the medicines that can be made, the money that can be earned, and the things that can be done, there are many...
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Author's Note: Note: The "six leaves" mentioned in this chapter, and the "three flowers" and "two jiazi" mentioned in the previous chapter, are jargon used by ginseng farmers. They correspond to the age of wild ginseng: "three flowers" represents 1-5 years old, "two jiazi" represents 20-30 years old, and "six leaves" represents at least 100 years old, the largest ginseng, known as "big mountain products." (Note: This refers to wild ginseng; the age of planted ginseng is very different.)
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