A Long Grind to Daoist Monarch

Chapter 406 - 247: I Am a Genius, Heaven-Defying Opportunity (Part 2)

"Look at you, like a money-hungry miser."

Chen Xing teased deliberately:

"Marry Zirong’s sister, become the son-in-law of the Xu family in Weinan Prefecture, and vast wealth will be at your fingertips. Why bother working hard yourself?"

Bai Qi waved his hands repeatedly, a manly figure of eight feet tall, how could he become a live-in son-in-law.

Unless the dowry is sufficient!

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"Old Turtle Hong acted so quickly?"

In Huifang Garden, Zhu Jiren was rather surprised.

Just half an hour ago, the steward he arranged to bridge connections with the Pai Bang Incense Master had his head chopped off and delivered in a box, presented by a servant right in front of him.

The Zhu family’s patriarch didn’t feel any pain for the dog he had raised being killed for no reason.

He just didn’t expect the Pai Bang to be so resolute, willing to tear faces for a Bai Qilang.

"Zheng Xuanfeng guessed it right, this fisherman from Black River County has stepped on the Lu Family to establish his power."

Today, with no outsiders present, Zhu Jiren didn’t smoke opium with the pipe, as he had pretended to be indulgent and useless in front of Zheng Xuanfeng last time.

He actually had a clear mind. Although the Thirteen Hongs were quite reputable in Yihai Prefecture, when put in the Celestial Water Prefecture or even the Divine Land Capital City, they were nothing, like a small fish in the ocean, unable to stir up any waves.

But for a small character crawling and fighting in the County City, who wanted to climb, please important figures, and seek an opportunity for advancement, how could he vacillate?

"Damn that Lu Zhongping for causing trouble at the crucial moment, inexplicably accused of colluding with remnants of the White Sun Sect!"

Zhu Jiren squinted his eyes, took out a crimson medicine bottle from his bosom, poured out two pellet-like elixirs, and swallowed them.

Due to his old and increasingly decaying body, an inexplicable vitality surged forth, making his bones tingle and itch, as if infused with new blood, filling his limbs and bones.

"Phew!"

Zhu Jiren let out a long breath, feeling invigorated.

Only then did he understand why the Mao Family’s pharmacy back then, despite the risk of annihilation, still conspired with the Four Reversals Demon Sect.

Birth, aging, illness, and death were fates that all creatures couldn’t escape.

The purpose of cultivation was to go against the flow and break the various shackles imposed on mortal bodies.

"But not everyone has talent and innate abilities, and he had to worry about the big and small trivial matters within the long house, and put aside distracting thoughts to practice..."

Whenever Zhu Jiren thought about this, he couldn’t help but regret. If Zhu Jinhe, who came from the same long house as himself, hadn’t died in the arena, would the burden on his shoulders be a bit lighter?

"Most of the common people can’t even get past the Third Training, and I can barely break through the Third Skin Refining Barrier, thanks to the Zhu Family."

Zhu Jiren’s hands overlapped and placed on his abdomen, refining his qi blood. After taking two "Treasure Flower Pills," his cultivation speed increased by 30% compared to usual, the strength surging like a great river, slowly nourishing his internal organs.

The hardest part of the Third Skin Refining Barrier is to comprehend the true form and intention.

This step is tantamount to a "fish leaping over the dragon gate."

If you can’t pass it, in this lifetime, you’ll only reach the level of a Sitting Hall Master in the County City’s martial arts world.

It’s not difficult to play tyrant in a small place, but it’s impossible to command wind and rain.

"Heaven is really unfair. I think I’m diligent enough, yet those born geniuses can easily pass these barriers, while I might be trapped for life..."

After about an hour, Zhu Jiren finished cultivating, feeling indignant.

Even with the aid of the costly Treasure Flower Pill, the efficiency of his cultivation was only increased by less than 20% compared to the usual.

The process of refining his internal organs and comprehending the true form was still a long way off.

"With your aptitude, to achieve Third Training Great Success, you’d need a ’Yellow House Pill’ to refine your bones and simultaneously open up your hundred meridian channels."

Suddenly, the wooden door of the small house in Huifang Garden opened, and a cool breeze blew inside. Zhu Jiren was startled, looked up, and saw a woman in palace attire standing outside.

Her black hair was styled in a snake bun, several golden hairpins swaying slightly, radiating brilliance and beauty.

"So it’s the Female Wealth Deity in person."

Zhu Jiren hurriedly got off the couch and put on his shoes, rising to greet her. This woman, named Zhu Mingyu, is the renowned Wealth Deity of the Celestial Water Prefecture, involved in large trades like salt, iron, and grain transportation, with snowflake silver flowing into her pockets like water.

Besides, Zhu Patriarch also knew that in the past few years, the newly rising Hidden Pavilion also had her involvement.

"I’ve reached an agreement with Master Xuanji of Zhi Xin Temple, to give the Lu Family a break. The secret refining of ’Rejuvenating Pill’ and ’Beauty Pill’ can also be suppressed.

From now on, this line of business will be taken over by your Zhu Family. Of course, you must give Master Xuanji 30% of the share.

This Taoist has a big appetite, so calm him down first."

Zhu Mingyu’s voice was crisp, like pearls and jade falling and ringing in a dish.

"I am deeply grateful for your recognition."

Zhu Jiren displayed a very low posture, almost humble.

The reason being none other than the fact that backing this Celestial Water Prefecture Female Wealth Deity was a supporter capable of suppressing even the Meridian Sword Sect, the adopted son of a Duke, and current Grand General, Zhao Pijiang.

"Lu Zhongping is incompetent. You must clean up the mess he made, so the Sword Sect doesn’t notice any clues and hold onto it."

Zhu Mingyu instructed in a soft voice.

"Do you want him to never speak again?"

Zhu Jiren hesitated and asked.

"Naturally, otherwise, if he went crazy and bit indiscriminately, it wouldn’t be good for anyone."

Zhu Mingyu nodded.

"I understand what to do now."

Zhu Jiren lowered his head and replied.

"Recently, the water in Yihai Prefecture is very murky, so don’t stir up trouble."

Zhu Mingyu’s tone became heavier, almost as if warning.

"In this small pond, who knows how many giant serpents, how many poisonous dragons are lurking.

So keep your eyes open, don’t run into someone you can’t afford to provoke and give me a headache."

Zhu Jiren’s heart pounded fiercely, understanding she was referring to Chunyu Cultivator of the Meridian Sword Sect and Old Turtle Hong of the Pai Bang.