The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 182 - 122 Master Fan’s Command

Chapter 182: Chapter 122 Master Fan’s Command

She finally understood why Changtian was reluctant to let her delve into the memories of the Treasure Bead. Humans always have some tragic stories, and he didn’t want her to feel hurt while reading those memories.

This man was protecting her in his own way.

She took a deep breath, momentarily set aside her feelings, and began her search again with care.

Indeed, City Lord Wen was a rare and extremely kind master. Since his wife passed away ten years ago, he never remarried. According to what she heard from the Treasure Bead, he has abstained from women in these years.

She also saw Wen Liangyu’s small courtyard. In the memories of the Treasure Bead, this courtyard was mysterious. Even though she was the Chief Maid to City Lord Wen and lived inside, she had never seen Second Young Master Wen in person. It was said that he was born with a strange illness, feared to be contagious, hence no one could see him. In recent years, meals were delivered to him by Mrs. Xu Tan, the wife of Mr. Xu from the accounting house.

Within the entire City Lord Mansion, only a very few had seen his true face because all indentured servants, maids, servant women, and helpers were changed seven years ago. Only the City Lord’s family and Housekeeper Wu Uncle Wu had been living here all along. Oh yes, and Master Fan.

It was still outside the door of this woodshed. Ning Xiaoxian frowned secretly, about to dismiss this fragment, when she inadvertently noticed a man standing ahead, aged over forty, tall with neatly trimmed mustache under his jaw. He was dressed in a dark monk robe, his eyes emitting a chilling light, as if capable of piercing through one’s heart.

The Treasure Bead quickly lowered its head. This man was Master Fan. It was said that ordinary cultivators lived in famous mountains and great rivers, but because of Master Fan’s great relationship with City Lord Wen, he resided in this residence instead. People said that Master Fan was cold in demeanor and acted decisively, more resembling the lord of the residence and more like the lord of Rock City than the always genial Wenger. It was said when he first came to the residence, a servant neglected him, and the next day he was gone. This word was obviously malicious, but after many years, the close relationship between Master Fan and City Lord Wen remained intact, and such minor gossips didn’t seem to reach their ears.

"You are 15 minutes late," Master Fan’s voice was like wrought iron, indeed cold and hard, no wonder everyone in the residence feared him, "From now on, you will oversee the people in this woodshed. Without my command, no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes!" Treasure Bead replied first, then dared to lift her eyes to look inside. The firewood piles were gone, only seen inside were a man and a woman, looking wilted, and two children sitting collapsed on the ground. She didn’t dare to look more, turning back to wait for Master Fan’s further instructions.

"City Lord said you are tight-lipped and reliable, that’s why I transferred you here, don’t disappoint me." Master Fan continued, "The people inside have contracted a plague; I’ll do my best to cure them. If they are cured, you’ll share in the credit." Towards the end, his voice softened a bit. Treasure Bead replied once more.

"Listen carefully, I’ve placed a talisman on this door; touching it will cause you to be struck by severe lightning. Just deliver the food to the window for them to take."

Master Fan emphasized again: "I have ordered that no one is to approach this woodshed. Remember, do not mention anything about the woodshed to anyone, especially your friends in the kitchen, otherwise..."

She hastily replied: "Treasure Bead understands. I will keep everything about this place to myself."

Pleased, Master Fan left, and she sighed in relief, feeling the sweat all over her upper back. The young woman in the woodshed, seeing only her left outside, rushed to the window and stretched her hand out, crying out, "Miss, save us! We are from the Outer Village, mysteriously abducted here, we are not diseased with the plague. Please help us escape!"

Treasure Bead backed away frightened. The pair of children who were sitting on the ground also started crying miserably. She was scared internally, dared not stay longer, and quickly walked away. Even as she moved ten meters away, she could still hear the desperate cries behind her.

In the following days, she daily instructed the small kitchen to prepare delicate dishes, then personally delivered them through the small window of the woodshed. Following Master Fan’s instruction, the meals were strictly vegetarian, and the drink was just plain water in a pot.

Ning Xiaoxian repeatedly reviewed this segment, not only memorizing the path to the woodshed, but also closely observing the appearance, stature of Master Fan, as well as the way Treasure Bead spoke, walked, and interacted with people. Last time, her silent approach had been immediately spotted by Wen Liangyu, much to her embarrassment. Now, entering what had become the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave of Wen Residence, she must learn from the past.