Dao Equaling the Heavens-Chapter 59 - 51 Zhao Feng is Assassinated
59: Chapter 51 Zhao Feng is Assassinated
59 -51 Zhao Feng is Assassinated
[Heavenly Marrow for One Year]
Heavenly Marrow for just one ginseng?
Gu Wen felt slightly disappointed.
Ginseng was undoubtedly among the most precious spiritual medicines, but there were only four roots.
Other herbs like He Shou Wu, Lingzhi, Angelica, and Yellow Jing varied in quantity from one to ten pieces each; the actual amount of Heavenly Marrow was probably not even as much as a bag of medicinal fruits.
These spiritual medicines, being more valuable than the medicinal fruits, were likely more easily absorbed.
Gu Wen could actually feel it; consuming ginseng felt like a warm current, whereas the medicinal fruits were like fireworks.
Continued practice with them would damage the foundation over time, but with the aid of the Fate Diagram, he had no such worries.
The fate diagram’s attribute of achieving enlightenment overnight meant that the delay in cultivation due to medicinal toxicity was negligible.
Gu Wen then reached for the He Shou Wu.
Although it did not contain much Heavenly Marrow, it was still a superior spiritual medicine.
Disregarding the Heavenly Marrow, consuming these spiritual medicines could both replenish his mana and use the part of the medicine’s properties not absorbed by the Fate Diagram to accelerate his cultivation.
The Fate Diagram did not accept all the properties of every spiritual medicine; perhaps it excluded some extremely special substances.
Or perhaps this substance itself was called Heavenly Marrow, and because of its existence, Daqian was unique and only here could Heavenly Marrow be found.
Others also cultivated their foundations through spiritual medicines grown in the Immortal Land.
If similar spiritual medicines existed outside, there was no reason for them to risk coming here.
Even if similar medicines existed, those found in Immortal Lands were extremely rare outside.
Hee Huan, watching from the side, felt pity and couldn’t help but say, “Brother Red Dust, consuming spiritual medicines in such a way is too wasteful.
If you don’t know a Pill Master, I can introduce you to one.”
After some thought, Gu Wen agreed that it made sense.
Since it wasn’t possible to obtain as much Heavenly Marrow as the medicinal fruits in a short time, it would be better to make them into pills.
There would be more Heavenly Marrow in the pills, and he could also trade them.
This was like turning a poor asset into a cure-all.
“I’ll leave it to Mr.
Hee then.”
He casually handed over all the spiritual medicines, except for the medicinal fruits, with an indifferent demeanor as if he didn’t care at all.
Hee Huan was taken aback and asked, “Brother Red Dust, aren’t you afraid that I might just take the medicines and run?”
Gu Wen was naturally afraid.
Although not like the medicinal fruits, they still contained over a decade of Heavenly Marrow.
But just as he was accurate in reading people, he was even more precise in understanding himself, having a very clear self-perception.
His current persona was that of a peerless genius.
Would Hee Huan betray their friendship over a bag of spiritual medicines?
“I trust Mr.
Hee’s character.”
Gu Wen spoke earnestly, his usual aloof demeanor lending gravity to his words.
Hee Huan, feeling deeply valued, was moved and didn’t even mention remuneration, responding solemnly, “I will definitely not let Brother Red Dust suffer a loss.”
Later, Gu Wen glanced at his battered spear.
Despite being fostered by the Flame Spear, the nurturing rate of qi and blood seemed slower than its consumption, or maybe it was just a flaw of mortal weapons.
He asked, “Mr.
Hee, when can I get the magic artifact you promised earlier?”
Hee Huan replied, “It might take a few months.
The heir of Qianlong Manor is one of the top weapon forging masters.
Naturally, there are many requests for him to create weapons.
However, if Brother Red Dust has no specific requirements, I suggest buying an existing weapon, and I won’t charge an intermediary fee.”
“That’s fine.” Gu Wen nodded. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm
At this point, why would he need anything high-end?
He just needed something that wouldn’t break during a fight.
“Let’s meet under the Dragon Bridge in a month then.”
After bidding each other farewell, they walked away into the night, leaving the hustle and bustle of the Dragon Bridge behind them.
Gu Wen returned to the Water House, climbing through the window into the room, when the voices of Jiang Fugui and the trusted aide drifted in from outside.
“Mr.
Wen was in a deep sleep, but I’ve woken him up, he’ll be out soon.”
At this time, there was still half a two-hour period left until the agreed time for the Pill to be ready, Gu Wen stored the stolen medicinal fruit safely, and took off his night clothes stained with blood, his body covered in wounds.
Although the Spiritual Jade Body Protection Skill could stop the bleeding and the Second Level enhancement protected his major arteries, it couldn’t heal the wounds quickly.
As the adrenaline from the fight wore off, the friction between flesh and clothes touched upon each pain.
He then changed into his usual plain clothing, the coarse hemp garments worn by merchants were even rougher.
Gu Wen stood in front of the door, his expression becoming steady, his whole demeanor returning to ordinary.
He pushed the door open, and Jiang Fugui, who was blocking the trusted aide, let out a sigh of relief.
Qin Mian approached and said, “Mr.
Wen, something has happened at Dragon Bridge.”
“What happened?”
“A demon killed someone in the street, and now an Immortal Master from the palace has killed it, but Dragon Bridge is still blocked by the imperial guard, and no one can enter.”
Matters of demons and events of the Immortal Sect, from the day Yu Hua fell from Dragon Bridge, the term ‘Immortal’ seemed to become commonplace.
To the extent that when Qin Mian spoke, it no longer caused much disturbance, becoming common news.
“Let’s go take a look.”
Gu Wen rode in a carriage to Dragon Bridge, where he was stopped by imperial guards, then he turned the carriage around and headed towards the royal mansion.
By now, he was already prepared to be scolded, given Zhao Feng’s half-baked temperament.
Usually, he seemed very cultured, but when facing adversity, he was prone to losing his temper and lashing out at his servants.
In the initial period, Gu Wen had also been whipped a few times, but as his ability to accumulate wealth grew, he gradually earned a bit of respect.
Yet he remained merely a useful servant.
Now was not the time to turn against him, seeing the wealth in the Heavenly Treasury Department, Gu Wen thought he could still find a way to maneuver a few more times.
Besides, if he left Bianjing, where else could he go to gather so much Spiritual Medicine?
Gu Wen felt a bit lost; he had planned to escape from Bianjing, where he had some land and connections in Nanshui.
But he had never planned ‘seeking Spiritual Medicine’; he had a clear goal for the future but was vague about the means to achieve it.
Others had well-paved roads laid out by their sects and elders, while he alone had to wade through turbulent rivers.
When could he possibly reach the shore?
He looked at the scenery of Bianjing outside, Qin Mian’s rhythmic ‘smack smack smack’ of the horse’s rump accentuated the light jostling of the carriage, intensifying the fatigue after the skirmish and sleepiness crept up on him.
Suddenly, the carriage stopped near the royal mansion; the imperial guards had unexpectedly blocked off the mansion as well.
Qin Mian lifted the curtain and saw Gu Wen, eyes closed, resting his head against the window emitting faint breaths.
He did not wake Gu Wen, but instead, lightly stepped out of the carriage, using his status as a member of the imperial guard to inquire about the situation.
Unaware that the man sleeping in the carriage due to exhaustion had just wreaked havoc on Dragon Bridge, Qin Mian only knew that this man had provided him with merits and money, enabling him to establish a foothold in Bianjing.
Before coming to Bianjing, Qin Mian thought he was here to enjoy life, which indeed was the case compared to the frontiers.
Yet, he also found himself suffocated by the complex web of relationships in Bianjing – even those picking waste in the military camp needed connections, at least a relative who was a squad leader in the imperial guard.
Gu Wen had treated him well, so even if he knew, he wouldn’t say much.
About a stick of incense later, Qin Mian returned to the carriage, gently waking Gu Wen, saying, “Mr.
Wen, trouble has struck the royal mansion, the Ninth Prince was just targeted in an assassination attempt.”
Gu Wen’s grogginess vanished at once.
And were there more good news to come?
