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"Mr. Ximen, the kind of illness in your head can't be cured by the quacks in the city; you need to open the skull and look at the lesion," Yi Chen mimed a watermelon-splitting gesture, "If I may be frank, I, the Sky-Turning Falcon, am actually a physician, quite skilled in this field."

"Brother..." Ximen started to speak but was cut off as the middle-aged man of average height abruptly began to chant something under his breath.

"Fall, fall, fall, fall, fall."

Clap clap clap clap.

As soon as these words were uttered, four figures consequently fell down.

Only Yi Chen continued to eat with relish, which seemed quite incongruous.

At this moment, the middle-aged man put down his chopsticks, his pupils vanished, revealing only the whites of his eyes while the girl in white who had been chatting with the black-clad old servant twisted her neck a full one hundred and eighty degrees—all eyes were intently focused on Yi Chen.

"Why are you all staring at me?" Yi Chen scooped up the plate of Mapo Tofu and shoveled the entire dish into his mouth, grinning and saying, "This dish of Mapo Tofu is really well made, although the sleeping draught added was a bit too much, which affected the taste."

"Cook me another plate, and add some arsenic—that will make it taste even spicier!"

A white porcelain plate was passed to the lady in red.

"You..."

"You wha—Damn it! Who brought this bastard here? This man is a fraud, let's take him down together," the middle-aged man's expression abruptly changed, and the six old ghosts no longer hid their true forms, revealing their ghostly bodies.

Some's nails suddenly grew long and black, some's tongues kept stretching out, some's arms extended like rubber—a variety of tactics were employed as they all attacked Yi Chen.

One second later.

Only the lady in red and the girl in white, Xiao Lian, lay on the ground; the rest had been hammered to death by Yi Chen.

The foolish ghost naturally had its skull forcibly split open by Yi Chen, 'curing' it.

Lacking a soul and intelligence, to be a ghost is to be a fool.

"Who... who exactly are you?" the lady in red asked, terrified.

"Me? I'm the Sky-Turning Falcon! Didn't I say so? It was Miss Xiao Lian who invited me here." Yi Chen's hand saucily hooked up the chin of the lady in red, while his other hand patted the face of the girl in white, Xiao Lian, and sneered, "You've got some nerve."

"But I have two questions: Your cultivation is not weak, and the two old ghosts behind you even have the cultivation level of the Qi Refinement Realm. Why didn't you just directly kill these people and instead resorted to drugging them?"

"Reporting to the lord, having... having people die in fear makes the meat taste bad. Humans have human methods, ghosts have ghost methods. Before we take lives, we always let people have a full meal, so they die in the joy of eating—that's our secret recipe," said the lady in red in a stuttering voice, then glared hatefully at the white-clad female ghost.

"Okay, you do seem to have some rules. Last question, how did you make this Mapo Tofu? Why can't I make it taste as good as yours?"

"Quick! Reveal your secret recipe, or I'll make living and dying equally difficult for you!"

"And you, ghost in white, go make me a cold dish of 'Green-Seen-On-Hand.' Stupid thing, 'Green-Seen-On-Hand' should be eaten cold to be natural!"

With Yi Chen's current level of cultivation, it's not just a bit of worldly poison that poses no threat to him—he felt that even if it were one of the notorious poisons from the cultivation world entering his stomach, it would be just a dish.

Since the True Technique had broken through to the eleventh layer, that had been the case. He could digest and absorb all kinds of exotic forces from the heavens and the earth; what was a mere poison to him?

To his body, reformed by the True Technique, it was all energy.

Perhaps even higher energy.

At least to bodily poisons, Yi Chen was utterly fearless.

A short while later, he personally conducted the last rites for the final two ghosts.

His actions were swift, sending them off without pain.

He finally learned the secret of the Mapo Tofu—three times thickening with the sauce~

Somewhere on the mountain trail of the Sleeping Moon Mountain, a pavilion.

Hua Zixu and a few others lay haphazardly on the ground.

Since Hua Zixu had eaten less, he had gradually regained consciousness at this time. He struggled to open his eyelids, only to see a tall figure standing before him, his back turned, the setting sun casting a golden rim around him, appearing quite mysterious.

A strange black cat was lazily licking its paws beside the mysterious figure.

"You're awake. You were all bewitched just now," the figure in the golden light spoke softly.

"Thank you for saving our lives," consciousness returning, Hua Zixu couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine, and he quickly took out banknotes worth three thousand taels of silver from his bosom,

"Sir, this is all the silver I have on me. If you don't disdain it, please come to my residence later. I, Hua Zixu, am willing to give up half of my family fortune as a gift to you."

Yi Chen turned around, looking somewhat surprised at him. With a sweep of his large hand, the banknotes were instantly drawn into his grasp.

"You are indeed grateful."
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"I saw you frequently offering dishes to your wife during the meal, you love your wife very much?"

"Indeed." Hua Zixu puffed out his chest.

"In consideration of your silver, I shall bestow upon you a few words of golden advice before I leave."

"I see a green light on your brow."

"Remember, do not casually invite friends to dine at your home."

"Nor should you casually invite your superiors to dine at your home."

"Do not let your neighbors enter your house casually."

"If you have brothers, try not to let them stay under the same roof as your wife."

"...."

"If furniture breaks, don't have it repaired, replace it with new ones."

"Do not casually take your wife out to drink with friends."

"Have you memorized these twenty-four rules?"

"Lastly, I'll leave you with one more phrase."

"Though heads may turn white together, hands still on their swords, be extra cautious. The two friends by your side do not seem to be good people, especially that friend of yours named Ximen."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yi Chen picked up Little Miao and flew off into the distance.

Through mountains and rivers, traveling towards Hidden Dragon's shore, the night deep with a thousand lights aglow.

Ten days had passed in the blink of an eye.

Under the full moon, Hidden Dragon Temple was finally within sight.

A surge of joy welled up in Yi Chen's heart.

After being away for several months, he was finally, finally back.

On this journey, he had seen countless lights, but he knew that only the distant light was lit for him.

What he didn't know was that the Hidden Dragon Temple was currently enveloped in a gloomy and depressing atmosphere.