The Path of the Martial Arts BOSS
Chapter 115 - 112 December 9th (Part 2)

Chapter 115: Chapter 112 December 9th (Part 2)

After his brief interaction with Lu Qifeng, Qing Yu left the Guest House.

After leaving, Qing Yu acted as if nothing had happened, finding a small roadside stall and leisurely enjoying his breakfast amidst the noisy street.

"Brother Meng, good morning!" With that greeting, someone sat across from Qing Yu. "Boss, bring us two baskets of buns."

"Alright, coming right up," the stall owner responded quickly, promptly serving up two baskets of buns.

Qing Yu glanced up briefly, then lowered his head and slowly savored the buns, only speaking after swallowing, "Looking at the joy on your face, you must have gained quite a bit last night."

"There were indeed many benefits," Feng Jiu picked up a bun and began eating as he spoke, "I got a new residence, quite a grand one at that, it’s considered top tier even among all the princes’ mansions. From now on, I can finally live in a place that befits my status."

"And ten thousand gold, a hundred rolls of silk, ten hectograms of bright pearls..."

"Right, at the banquet, I was also awarded a Golden Dragon Fish from the great lakes of the Snow Mountain North, prepared as ’Fish Jumping Dragon Gate.’ Hmph, just expressing my gratitude was enough to make my back sore."

"Such grand gifts, no wonder your back is sore," Qing Yu remarked coolly.

Feng Jiu slowly tore a piece of the bun, placing it into his mouth, "Yes, only the Sixth Prince and the Eighth Prince among all the princes have ever eaten ’Fish Jumping Dragon Gate’ before me. I’m actually the third person to taste this dish. You should have seen my siblings, their eyes were blood red with envy."

"Fish Jumping Dragon Gate," a dish exclusive to the Northern Zhou Imperial Family, is said to symbolize a likelihood of ascending to the throne if one has eaten it—it’s an emperor’s acknowledgment of one’s eligibility as a Crown Prince’s substitute.

"Is it delicious?" Qing Yu asked with a smile.

"How can it be a royal dish if it isn’t delicious? It was so good I almost swallowed my tongue, but sadly..." Feng Jiu spoke mockingly, "This useless prince, accustomed to simple meals, was quite unprepared for such delicacies. It was my first time attending an imperial banquet, and I nearly embarrassed myself.

Look, I’m still better suited to this kind of food, no delicacies can compare to these two baskets of buns."

Saying this, Feng Jiu waved the bun he held in his hand.

Clearly, Feng Jiu was unimpressed by the Northern Zhou Emperor’s attempt to curry favor with him. If Feng Jiu had indeed been a pure Confucian scholar, such generous gifts would have dissipated any resentment he had harbored.

After all, with "Heaven, Earth, Sovereign, Parent, Teacher," for Feng Jiu, Emperor of Northern Zhou, Feng Tianming embodied both "Sovereign" and "Parent," said to be the greatest in the universe. But alas, Feng Jiu was not.

"You’ll get used to it eventually," Qing Yu stated indifferently, "How are things with the Pharmacist? Does the Sixth Prince trust him?"

"The Pharmacist presented the elixir recipe you gave him to the Sixth Prince and even volunteered to take the elixir himself. The Sixth Prince now truly regards him as a confidant."

"That’s good."

After Pharmacist defected to the Sixth Prince, Qing Yu had given him another elixir recipe. This time, it wasn’t a modified recipe for Longevity Powder, but one for the Three Corpses Brain God Pill.

The Sixth Prince was getting involved in the filthy trade of Longevity Powder and needed a reliable group of people to do the dirty work. With the Sixth Prince’s temperament, the Three Corpses Brain God Pill was like a Calming Pill served on a platter. Otherwise, if the shady work came to light, not to mention the position of Crown Prince, even retaining his status as a prince would be doubtful.

Moreover, the Three Corpses Brain God Pill could have many substitutes in its auxiliary ingredients, thus the real antidote was known only to the person preparing the elixir. By volunteering to take the elixir, Pharmacist was placing his life in the hands of the Sixth Prince. It would be odd if the Sixth Prince didn’t trust him.

"However, by giving such a toxic pill to the Sixth Prince, he could potentially raise a large number of Death Soldiers... I fear it may lead to..." Feng Jiu expressed his concern cautiously.

"Don’t worry, since I have handed out the Three Corpses Brain God Pill, I naturally have a countermeasure. If the Sixth Prince ever attempts to use the Death Soldiers nurtured from this pill against us, I’ll make him regret it deeply."

"Let’s leave it at that, I’m off." Qing Yu finished his last bun and stood up, calling out, "Boss, another basket of buns, to go."

"Right away, sir," the stall owner happily packed up a basket of buns for Qing Yu.

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When Qing Yu returned to his room with the buns, Jin Mingxuan was still sleeping.

He picked up a bamboo slip from the table and placed it beside the bed. This slip could be returned to the Daoist space system. This morning, because Jin Mingxuan was present\ufffcalthough asleepufffcQing Yu, always cautious, refrained from performing the magic of disappearing in the room.

Though the histories were similar, the characters in this world differed completely from those in his past life, and Qing Yu had initially spent quite some time learning to free himself from illiteracy.

The bamboo slip, written in the small seal script of the Qin Dynasty, was indecipherable to anyone in this world. Even if Jin Mingxuan woke up and flipped through the bamboo slip, he wouldn’t understand a thing.

With a heavy slap on the table, Qing Yu shouted, "Idiot, wake up!"

Jin Mingxuan jolted awake, nearly scared to death, as he patted his chest and complained to Qing Yu, "Brother Meng, scaring people can scare them to death..."

Ignoring his foolish complaints, Qing Yu placed the packed buns on the table, "Here’s your breakfast."

"Ah, I’m just in time, I’m starving. Thanks, Brother Meng," Jin Mingxuan grabbed a bun and stuffed it into his mouth.

Watching him wolf down the food, Qing Yu shook his head and picked up the bamboo slip to continue studying.

"Meng Xiong, tired of chopping Divine Demons?"

"Swallow before you speak," Qing Yu said impatiently.

Jin Mingxuan grabbed the teapot from the table and gulped down several mouthfuls, "Ah..."

"Brother Meng, what book are you reading? It’s so ancient, and written on bamboo slips."

"Oh, just some ancient Daoist texts on nourishing life," Qing Yu replied.

"Nourishing what life? Brother Meng, let me tell you, reading these nourishing texts is less useful than learning some Yin Yang complementing bedroom techniques. Like my ’Dongxuanzi’s 36 Forms,’"

Leaning over, Jin Mingxuan peeked at the script, "Hey, what kind of writing is this..."

"Go eat your bun," Qing Yu stuffed a bun into Jin Mingxuan’s mouth, making him mumble.

Qing Yu watched the fool and shook his head with a wry smile, a look of helplessness on his face.

But internally, he harbored thoughts that were unpredictable to others.

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