Huang Su looked at Hong Ba's corpse and analyzed the situation.

  Judging by the ferocity of the attack, Huang Su cluded that the oppo was likely a Core Formation cultivator with strength parable to his own!

  However, most of the people south of Cloud Spirit City were ordinary folks or cultivators without much skill. Having been around for so long, Huang Su was well aware of this. So...

  It seemed a new face had arrived in the south of Cloud Spirit City.

  Moreover, it appeared that his Bck Forest Gang had already made an enemy of this person!

  Both inside and outside the south of Cloud Spirit City, there were plenty of spies from other fas. They must have seen Hong Ba's corpse being carried bad would soon realize that someone had acted against the Bck Forest Gang.

  This had already damaged the reputation of his Bck Forest Gang!

  More importantly, that brat had taken something from the house, prompting his men to give chase.

  The ordinary people in that area were dirt poor; the nd was valuable, not the people.

  "Do you know what that brat took?" Huang Su asked coldly.

  "It endant, a purple-gold pendant. Acc to Hong Ba, it was definitely something belonging to a cultivator, possibly a spatial ste treasure or something else. In any case, it was very valuable!"

  "What did you say?!" Huang Su smmed the armrest of his chair in anger, and the entire chair shattered into pieces.

  "How could an ordinary person possess such a treasure?"

  He paced bad forth, his brow furrowed with deep and shock. But after thinking it over, a cold smile appeared on his lips.

  No matter what, an ordinary person holding such a treasure was uable.

  Even if it was given to him or left to him, so what? In this world, the strong prey on the weak. If he couldn't protect what he had, he shouldn't expect to keep it!

  "Hmph, what audacity, to steal from my Bck Forest Gang."

  Huang Su didn't know what the treasure was, but having it stolen by an ordinary person was absolutely uable. If wot out, the Bck Forest Gang's reputation would be iter.

  But that ordinary brat had been rescued.

  And the one who rescued her was likely a cultivator with strength not inferior to his own, and a newer at that. If that were the case, he wouldn't fear the Bck Forest Gang's reputation, but he couldn't stand the thought of the treasure falling into their hands... Huang Su was not willing to accept this!

  He was just one person, but the Bck Forest Gang had more than just a few fighters!

  "g Jiu!" he shouted.

  Immediately, a person rushed in and respectfully said, "Boss."

  "Take a few skilled brothers ao Cloud Spirit City first thing in the m. Check out that guy's background. If he's as strong as me, retreat immediately a bae. I'll ha personally!"

  g Jiu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Boss, what if that guy is strohan you..."

  Huang Su's fierd terrifying gaze fell upon him.

  "Yes!"

  g Jiu left without looking back.

  ...

  Early in the m, Gu Heng was already tidying up the small courtyard at the back. There was a small room where he tossed all the clutter he didn't need.

  He dipped his brush in ink and, with fluid strokes, wrote fe characters on the rice paper.

  Gu Family Medie Hall.

  His calligraphy skills were also "masterful," but he rarely had the ce to show them off, and he hadn't been in the mood to write for a long time. Running the medie hall was a business, after all.

  But now he o find someoo make a new pque for the sign.

  Gu Heng rolled up the paper and tucked it under his arm, just in time to see Qin Yiyao ing down from upstairs, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking exhausted.

  "Did you sleep well?" Gu Heng asked with a smile.

  "Mm-hmm..." Qin Yiyao replied zily, rubbing her eyes.

  She must have been exhausted. In the past, living oreets, she couldn't get enough to eat or sleep soundly. Gu Heng shook his head with a smile, not minding at all. She was just a young girl, after all.

  "I'm going out for a while. Take care of the shop. There are hot steamed buns and boiled eggs i."

  "Okay, Master, take care." Qin Yiyao replied obediently.

  Gu Heng nodded a.

  After Gu He, Qin Yiyao stretched her body, and a series of crisp pops came from her joints.

  Last night, she had been studying the book "Body" until te at night. Now, after her rebirth, the troubles that had pgued her for years were finally resolved!

  Her Dao roots had maed, and she had ehe path of cultivation!

  She immediately began practig "The Emperor's Heart Teique" from memory. It was the teique she had been cultivating before her death, so she was naturally familiar with it. After a night of practice, she, Qin Yiyao, was now at the sixth level of Qi Refining!

  But if she were to truly fight someone, even against a first-level Core Formation cultivator, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage!

  After a busy night, Qin Yiyao's "hope" had finally arrived.

  Qin Yiyao pushed open the door to the kit in the back hall. As soon as she opehe stove, she saw the eggs i. She paused for a moment, then smiled faintly, picked one up, and put it in her mouth.

  It tasted pretty good.

  She had a handsome and siderate master.

  "...Senior Xuan, did you feel it?"

  In the front hall, Su Jinxi, who was lying on top of the medie et, transmitted her voice to Jian Xuan, who was in the a mp in the er.

  "Yes, sixth level of Qi Refining," Jian Xuan replied. "Last night, there was no sign of her Dao roots maing, and now she's already at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Such speed... it's unheard of."

  "The Young Master truly has a dising eye, reizing her extraordinary nature."

  Su Jinxi raised her paw and touched her face.

  "If it weren't for Young Master Gu, this genius might have perished early."

  Jian Xuan chuckled softly.

  ...

  In the west of Cloud Spirit City, Gu Heng was holding the rolled-up paper, looking for a shop specializing in carving.

  He didn't wander around the south of the city first. Instead, he chatted with the butcher he bought meat from st night and found out that there was a shop specializing in pque carving in the west of Cloud Spirit City.

  It was said that the old gentleman named Gu there had excellent craftsmanship and was a master calligrapher. If someone brought their own writing for him to carve, he would be displeased. If the writing was unattractive, he would be very displeased and would write a new piece himself before carving it.

  In short, he was an etrian.

  But Gu Heng wanted just such a craftsman.

  After all, his calligraphy was "masterful," and he had to do justice to his skills. He couldn't just find someoh poor craftsmanship to do the job.

  After searg for half an hu Heng finally found the shop in a not-so-deep alley. The shop was hidden in the bustling market, like a pce that nurtured true talent amidst the noise.

  "...You stubborn brat!"

  Before he eveered, Gu Heng heard the sounds of a quarrel from ihe shop.

  "My writing is still g in some aspects, but if you could guide me, I would humbly learn."

  "Oh, you brat, I've told you, my writing is nothing special, and you keep pestering me every day. If I have ers, I 't get my work done!"

  The two were arguing, and Gu Heng listened closely, quickly uanding the situation.

  It seemed someone had e seeking to learn.

  That wasn't surprising. The reputation of this Old Man Gu was quite widespread. People from the south of the city would e to him for carving. Gu Heng thought that even if the old man's shop was hidden, his reputation was a direct path.

  Sure enough, someone had e looking for him.

  Gu Heng smiled, thinking that although he had real skills, his reputation was not well-known at all.

  He walked in, and there were two figures, one old and one young, standing there.

  The older one was a white-bearded old man, thin and wearing tattered clothes, with scars all over his arms, lookihered and worn. He was hunched over a table, holding a rather crude brush, making strokes that shoh brilliance.

  It seemed that the stubbornness of the young man beside him had disturbed his mood, and the characters he was writing were sharp and angur, as if he were furious.

  Beside him stood a young man of about twenty.

  He had his long hair tied up, a slender figure, clear eyes like autumn moons, thin lips, and a gentle, indifferent demeanor, like a mountain stream. At first gnce, he was quite a handsome young man.

  Gu Heng thought that Cloud Spirit City was indeed a good pce, full of handsome men aiful women.

  "Sorry to intrude."

  Gu Heng smiled and respectfully bowed.

  "Oh, here to have a pque carved?"

  Old Man Gu looked over, sizing him up. When he saw the roll of rice paper under Gu Heng's arm, he frowned slightly.

  "Yes, I've just arrived in Cloud Spirit City aled down. I heard that there's an etrian with a temper in the west of the city, but he writes beautifully and carves excellent pques, so I had to e and see for myself."

  Gu Heng said frankly.

  Old Man Gu's face showed a hint of a smile, but the young man in white was displeased. "You, sir, are truly rude! What's wrong with Seniu's temperament? It's just that others 't handle his patience."

  Gu Heng had already sized up the young man wheered.

  Wealthy.

  Just like when he first arrived in Greenwood City, and the girl named Meng Yirou was boasting about her knowledge of alchemy.

  This young man robably a noble s, obsessed with calligraphy, now seeking to learn from Old Man Gu.

  Rich people really had nothier to do. They could seek out a mortal master, learn a few tricks, and then brag to their friends, g to be an alchemist or a calligrapher...

  Being rich was great.

  But judging by the earlier otion, Old Man Gu was definitely not willing, but this young man robably very patient or stubborn, likely wearing Old Man Gu down.

  He couldn't stand hearing others speak ill of Old Man Gu.

  "Enough! You e here every day, making a fuss. Sit quietly; I have a er."

  Old Man Gu, full of displeasure, pressed the young man into a chair, making him look a bit aggrieved, uo move. Then he approached Gu Heng and said, "Yht your own writing?"

  "Yes."

  Gu Heng nodded and handed him the rolled-up paper.

  "Hmph, you people looking for me to carve pques always bring writing that's ugly as sin, not like writing at all, more like scratg with cws."

  Old Man Gu saking it without opening it.

  Gu Heng raised an eyebrow slightly, gng at the characters Old Man Gu had just written oable—"Seek the Dao, Find Peace."

  Hmm, this old mortal man ractig calligraphy with a mystical fir.

  And the writing wasn't all that impressive.

  "I mean no offense, but Old Man Gu, your writing... cks some refi."

  Gu Heng said leisurely.

  Hearing this, Old Man Gu's expression ged.

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