Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 62 The Unfettered Young Master

Fan Zhou drew his blood sword, and Huo Duo's corpse immediately fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

His tense nerves finally relaxed, his aura dissipated, and the blood sword in his hand melted like ice, falling to the ground and turning into a pool of blood.

Fan Zhou was pale, and for a moment he felt dizzy and nauseous, and almost fell to the ground.

His act of congealing blood into a sword at the last moment was a great detriment to his vital energy. Moreover, the fire sword had shattered earlier, and his internal organs were suffering from the backlash of his vital energy, causing him great pain at this moment.

"That was close, I almost lost my life."

Fan Zhou plopped down on the ground and slowly regulated his breathing.

If he hadn't practiced swordsmanship using water and fire before, he would have been dead the moment the assassin launched his sneak attack.

"By the way, where did this assassin come from?"

Fan Zhou frowned, completely baffled.

"These are assassins sent by the Gumi tribe."

A powerful voice suddenly rang out.

Fan Zhou was startled and looked up to see a middle-aged man standing in front of him.

This man looked to be nearly fifty years old, with a full head of gray hair, thick eyebrows like blades, and a pair of gray eyes that were cold and sharp. He was tall and strong, and even a black robe could not hide the outline of his muscles.

He wore a long sword with a black sheath at his waist, and his very presence exuded an aura of profound and imposing strength.

Fan Zhou felt as if he had been plunged into an ice cellar, a chill seeping from his very bones, as he was stared at.

He quickly stood up, gripped the hilt of his sword, and asked in a deep voice:

Who are you?

"Qing Ji".

The gray-haired man replied briefly, completely ignoring Fan Zhou's wary gestures.

Fan Zhou had never heard of this name before, but judging from the man's tone, he didn't seem to be a master from the Sword Forge. For a moment, he didn't know how to respond, so he simply introduced himself as well:

My name is Fan Zhou.

The man who called himself Qingji nodded slightly, as if he had memorized the name.

Fan Zhou asked, "You said this man in black robes was a suicide squad sent by the Gumi tribe. How did you know that?"

"Of course, that's what I saw," Qingji replied calmly.

Fan Zhou frowned. Could this person have been spying on the Gumi tribe all along?

"If he wasn't lying, why would the Gumei tribe send someone to assassinate me? I clearly helped them."

Fan Zhou's doubts grew, but what he was most curious about now was the man in front of him.

"Then what is the purpose of your appearance?"

Qingji glanced at the black-robed assassin on the ground:

"I was originally too lazy to care what this person was up to, but seeing that you comprehended the sword light at the critical moment of life and death, I can consider you a talent, so I showed myself to give you a chance."

Fan Zhou asked, puzzled, "What opportunity?"

"An opportunity to serve you without restraint," Qingji said.

"Young master, please feel free to do as you please!"

Fan Zhou was startled.

The title of "Prince" can only be held by the sons of feudal lords.

Within the kingdom of Yue, only the sons of the King of Yue can be called "prince"!

"So, this Qing Ji is a member of the Yue Kingdom's court, serving Prince Wuju."

Fan Zhou was deep in thought when Qing Ji looked at him with slight surprise and asked:

"What, you're unwilling to serve the young master?"

"If I say I don't want to, he won't kill me right away, will he?"

Fan Zhou's heart skipped a beat, and he cautiously said:

"Master Lou is preparing to accept me as his disciple; I need to ask for his opinion on this matter."

Qingji seemed to understand something. "No wonder your cultivation techniques and swordsmanship are so excellent. It turns out that Lou Zhenqing had his eye on you all along."

Fan Zhou's heart tightened, and he lowered his head, remaining silent.

"Since you are his disciple, I don't need to say anything more," Qing Ji said.

Fan Zhou breathed a sigh of relief.

He only wanted to cultivate diligently in the sword furnace, and had no intention of serving anyone.

Qingji suddenly tossed a jade bottle to Fan Zhou: "This bottle of Wood Essence Pills can heal your injuries."

Fan Zhou caught the pill and quickly bowed, saying:

"Thank you, sir."

Qingji ignored him, grabbed the assassin's corpse from the ground, and disappeared in one step.

"Huh?"

"I haven't even touched the corpse yet."

Fan Zhou wanted to persuade him to stay, but it was too late, and he was greatly disappointed.

"Well, at least they left me some pills."

Fan Zhou looked at the jade bottle in his hand and curiously pulled out the stopper. A pure wood spirit immediately overflowed from the bottle mouth. He only took a breath and felt a cool sensation in his lungs, and the burning pain dissipated a bit.

"This is... a Qi Refining level elixir!"

Fan Zhou's eyes widened. "This pill can probably not only heal my injuries, but also allow my cultivation to advance further."

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After leaving the weapon forging workshop, Lou Zhenqing went directly to a restaurant called "Happy Forest".

Kuaihuolin was a famous pleasure-seeking place in the Yue Kingdom, and it had many branches in the Wu region.

For some reason, there is one in such a remote place as Langdangshan Market.

Not only does this place offer fine wine and delicious food, but it also boasts many beautiful women, all carefully selected from respectable families in Suzhou. These women sell their talents and bodies, making it a favorite den of iniquity among the locals.

Lou Zhenqing landed at the entrance of the restaurant and walked straight inside.

The restaurant was brightly lit and almost full. Men and women were making a lot of noise, and the cloying aroma of wine mixed with the scent of rouge wafted through the air, along with lewd words that made people blush after a while.

Lou Zhenqing remained calm and walked alone towards the backyard.

No one around him looked at him, and no waiter came to greet him, as if he were completely invisible.

The Happy Forest covers a large area, with a restaurant in front for receiving guests and several villas in the back, planted with many exotic trees and flowers. The architectural style is also that of Suzhou, and it is specially used to entertain guests who value privacy and elegance.

Lou Zhenqing walked openly past the guards and servants and came to a secluded courtyard.

The side rooms in the courtyard were brightly lit, but not a sound came out.

Lou Zhenqing arrived at the side room and bowed, saying:

"Young master, Lou Zhenqing requests an audience."

Qingji opened the door from the inside and said to him:

"Dr. Lou, please."

Lou Zhenqing nodded slightly, straightened his clothes, and quietly walked in.

The room was decorated in an elegant style, with tables and chairs arranged around it. A bronze incense burner with a crane design emitted purple incense, which was refreshing and soothing to the mind.

However, the scene inside the room made Lou Zhenqing frown slightly.

A young man with disheveled hair knelt beside a table, sipping hot tea with an air of nonchalance.

He wore a purple brocade robe, had a high nose bridge, prominent cheekbones, a thin face, and a pair of eyes with a hidden glint in them.

At his feet, a boy dressed in a black robe lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

The boy's hands had been chopped off, his legs broken, and his face was smashed so badly that his once handsome features were no longer recognizable.

The young man who had been kneeling beside the table stood up with a smile and said to Lou Zhenqing:

"Doctor Lou, the traitor who assassinated Her Highness the Princess has been found. Tomorrow morning, you will deliver his head to Prince Chenxing."