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Chapter 901: Infiltrating the Organization Editor: Henyee Translations

Chu Qingzhi swiftly dispersed the three incoming arrows with her spiritual power, reducing them to dust. She then dashed into the woods, swiftly capturing three individuals and tossing them in front of the leader of the assassins.

“Just perfect, all four of you!” she declared.

The four lay on the ground like sludge, their eyes filled with a hopeless despair.

Chu Qingzhi looked down at them and got straight to the point, “Who sent you?”

The leader of the assassins struggled to speak, “We’re under Lord Yun. Tang Jinghong destroyed his treasure, and in retaliation, our superiors sent us to kill you.”

Lord Yun had actually made a move. Chu Qingzhi inquired further, “Who is this Lord Yun in the eastern border?”

The leader replied, “No one knows his real identity. He meets his subordinates cloaked and masked, with his voice deliberately altered. He’s a tall, thin man with a stooped posture. Always an odd and eerie presence.”

An odd and eerie figure indeed.

Chu Qingzhi mulled this over, her interest piqued by the mysterious character, “Where does Lord Yun usually operate?”

The leader answered, “It’s not clear. He seems to appear in any of the eastern border’s twenty cities.”

Active across twenty cities…

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Chu Qingzhi pressed, “Where is your organization most active?”

“In all of the eastern border, but most activities are concentrated in Shu City,” the leader disclosed.

Chu Qingzhi fixed her gaze on the leader, “How does one join your organization?”

The leader, startled by her question and the implications of Chu Qingzhi infiltrating their ranks—a wolf among sheep—felt a chill down his spine but realized he had little choice, “To join, you do this…”

Chu Qingzhi meticulously gathered details about the organization, intending to delve deeper into its workings.

She then brought up the missing supplies, “Did Lord Yun take the second batch of supplies?”

“Yes, it was Lord Yun, but I wasn’t in charge of that operation. I don’t know the details,” the leader confessed.

Chu Qingzhi considered this information. There was no need to pursue the supplies anymore; she could go directly after Lord Yun.

The leader braced himself for death.

Chu Qingzhi executed the other three but spared the leader, “Help me infiltrate your organization. If you manage this well, I’ll spare your life.”

The leader’s eyes shot open, “Really?”

“Do I look like someone who lies? If you handle this well, I’ll also protect you through the process. How about it?”

Without hesitation, the leader agreed, “Deal.”

Compared to life, what else mattered? Moreover, he was tired of the constant killing; if there was a chance to escape the organization, he was more than willing.

Chu Qingzhi placed a curse on him, which would backfire if he betrayed her, causing instant death, “Prepare yourself. We’ll return to your organization together to report.”

The leader gulped…

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Chu Qingzhi had him turn around, then she used magic to switch their appearances with one of the shorter male bodies, “Now, pick him up and let’s go.”

The leader turned around, his eyes as wide as saucers, “You, you…”

Chu Qingzhi calmly stated, “There’s nothing to be surprised about. Get moving, and don’t slip up. You know what I’m capable of.”

Seeing Chu Qingzhi’s almost supernatural abilities, the leader dared not harbor any thoughts of betrayal. He believed he would be dead before he could act on them.

He picked up the ‘body’ of Chu Qingzhi and led the way to report to the organization as Chu Qingzhi, now disguised as his subordinate, followed.

Along the way, Chu Qingzhi managed to send a message to Tang Jinghong about the supplies’ whereabouts and her plan, assuring him not to worry.

The leader, known as Zeng Huo, and Chu Qingzhi, now disguised as Lou Ze, arrived at a designated meeting point outside Linzhang City at Ten Li Pavilion.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At the pavilion, a group of figures awaited them, the leader a fierce-looking woman in red. “Is the mission accomplished?”

Zeng Huo dropped the ‘body’ of Chu Qingzhi, “Mission accomplished, Chu Qingzhi is dead.”

The woman in red, unable to hide her excitement, turned around quickly, “Really killed her?”

Many had tried and failed to kill Chu Qingzhi; Zeng Huo’s success was unbelievable. If only she knew that the supposedly top-ranked assassin didn’t even last two moves against Chu Qingzhi.

Zeng Huo bowed, “Please verify, my leader.”

As Lou Ze (Chu Qingzhi) stood off to the side, the woman in red approached the ‘body’ of Chu Qingzhi. She drew a dagger and began slashing at the face, then stabbed the chest several times to make sure of the death. The sight was gruesome and her actions reflected a deep-seated brutality.

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Lou Ze, witnessing this, internally condemned the red-clothed woman’s sadistic nature. Even in death, she sought to mutilate the body.

After confirming her kill, the woman in red wiped her dagger with a cloth, her actions meticulous and cold. “Take it away,” she ordered her subordinates.

Zeng Huo then seized the moment to inquire about their next assignment, “What’s our next task, my leader?”

The woman in red, still exhilarated by the news of Chu Qingzhi’s death, responded, “We’re to kill the magistrate of Linzhang City next.”

Zeng Huo, glancing at the convincingly disguised Lou Ze, asked, “Why him?”

The woman in red found Zeng Huo’s question unusual but, feeling generous due to their recent ‘success’, indulged him, “His identity has been exposed by Tang Jinghong, so he must be silenced.”

“Understood, my leader,” Zeng Huo bowed.

As the woman in red and her followers departed with the ‘body’, Lou Ze thought about the need to investigate the situation in Linzhang City further and decided to hold off on immediate action.

Zeng Huo, seeing the woman and her entourage leave, respectfully asked Lou Ze, “What are our next steps?”

Lou Ze frowned, “Maintain your role; we need to keep up appearances, understand?”

Zeng Huo, remembering his place and the seriousness of their covert operation, nodded firmly, “Yes.”

Lou Ze then inquired, “Who was that woman just now?”

Zeng Huo explained, “In the organization, authority is strictly hierarchical. The woman you saw, known as Red Fei Yun, is in charge of the assassins. Despite being a woman, she has a volatile temper and enjoys torturing her kills, which terrifies everyone.”

Lou Ze nodded, taking in the information without further comment, “Let’s head to Linzhang City, I want to meet this magistrate.”

…

Meanwhile, the news of Chu Qingzhi’s alleged death spread quickly and stirred considerable discussion.

“Chu Qingzhi is really dead?”

“That can’t be right, her martial skills are profound; how could she be so easily killed?”

“I heard it was the assassins from the eastern border who did it; she was on their hit list, and they finally got her.”

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Chapter 902: Encounter with the Divine Ointment Editor: Henyee Translations

The news of Chu Qingzhi’s supposed demise elicited a mix of responses—celebrations from her enemies and concern from her allies.

Figures such as the Emperor, ministers who had benefited from her benevolence, and many others lurking in the shadows wrote to Tang Jinghong, inquiring about the actual events.

Letters snowed upon Tang Jinghong like winter flurries.

If not for prior communication with Chu Qingzhi, Tang Jinghong might have believed she had truly met her end.

Though letters kept arriving, responding to them posed a challenge. Everyone awaited his reply to confirm Chu Qingzhi’s fate. Tang picked a few significant ones to respond using coded language, leaving the rest unanswered to maintain a veil of ambiguity about the actual situation.

Amidst these tumultuous discussions, Zeng Huo and Lou Ze (Chu Qingzhi in disguise) arrived on the outskirts of Linzhang City, which had resumed its normal activities, allowing them easy entry.

Upon entering, Chu Qingzhi immediately sensed an unpleasant odor permeating the air. The further they ventured, the stronger and more nauseating the smell became. What she eventually saw was something she wished she hadn’t—streets lined with opium dens, frail men shuffling in and out.

The men entering these dens looked emaciated, with glossy, pain-filled eyes—ghostly shadows of their former selves. Those who came out wore expressions of euphoria, intoxicated and detached from reality.

Passersby gave the dens a wide berth, their faces marked with disgust and helplessness.

Suddenly, the door of one den swung open, and two attendants dragged out a young man, throwing him onto the street.

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“Without money, you dare to smoke the divine ointment!”

“If you come back here again, I’ll kill you!”

The young man, despite the harsh fall, paid no heed to his pain. He crawled back towards the den, begging, “Please, just let me have one more hit. I’ll bring the deed to my house…”

Lou Ze paused at the sight, particularly struck by the fact that the expelled individual was just a teenage boy, no older than fifteen or sixteen. Despite his youth, he looked emaciated, his skin wrinkled like that of a man in his thirties.

Lou Ze approached the boy and asked, “If you had a choice, would you touch this stuff again?”

The boy replied without hesitation, “I would never touch it again. I was deceived into trying it; I never would have willingly smoked the divine ointment…”

Lou Ze produced a small bottle from his sleeve, tipped a pill into the boy’s mouth, and within moments, the boy’s cravings ceased. The rapid effect of the pill brought calm to his once desperate eyes.

Overwhelmed with gratitude, the boy bowed repeatedly, “Thank you, brother, thank you.”Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Lou Ze gently responded, “Get up. Go home and start your life over.”

“Will do, brother. I promise never to touch divine ointment again.”

Having witnessed this transformation, Zeng Huo was astounded by the pill Chu Qingzhi had given him earlier—how could it have eradicated the boy’s addiction so quickly? Yet knowing Lou Ze’s true identity, he dared not inquire further.

As they continued their walk, they decided to grab a meal at a local restaurant. They ordered a private room and a vast array of dishes—after the recent stresses, a good meal seemed necessary.

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Zeng Huo watched the table fill with food, “Can you really eat all this?”

Lou Ze looked up, “Yes, why? Can’t I?”

“Go ahead, eat,” Zeng Huo replied, focusing on his own meal.

Noticing Zeng Huo’s tense demeanor, Lou Ze commented, “I don’t bite, you know. And I treat those who help me quite well. Just eat.”

Zeng Huo nodded in acknowledgment, somewhat relieved.

After their meal, the plan was to gather intelligence on the magistrate of Linzhang City. Killing required preparation, and Chu Qingzhi also sought to investigate the magistrate further.

As they stepped down from the restaurant, they noticed several young men heading towards an adjoining opium den.

Spreading her senses, Lou Ze discovered a door inside the restaurant that led directly to the opium den. Curious, she followed the young men inside.

The den was a dismal place with small cubicles partitioned by screens, each containing a small table flanked by lounge chairs where patrons lay enveloped in smoke.

When an attendant noticed them, Lou Ze inquired, “Is there space available?”

The attendant, with a broad smile, confirmed, “We have a private room available.”

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As they were led to their room, Lou Ze asked about the establishment, “How long has this place been operating? How’s the quality?”

Casually, the attendant boasted, “We’ve been open for over two years now, and the quality of our divine ointment is the best you’ll find. You can rest assured, sir.”

“Bring us your best divine ointment then,” Lou Ze requested.

“Right away, sir,” the attendant replied with a nod.

They were led to a private room, a modest space that offered a respite from the denser smoke of the main hall. The attendant gestured for them to sit. “Please, make yourselves comfortable.”

As they settled in, a maid came in with the supplies for smoking the divine ointment. She hesitated upon entering, her eyes darting nervously between the two men.

“Do you need instructions on how to use this?” the maid asked timidly.

Zeng Huo glanced back at her sternly, “Whether we know how or not, you better serve us well.”

The maid nodded quickly, her hands trembling slightly, “Of course.”

Lou Ze took the divine ointment and examined it closely, sniffing it to assess its quality. As expected, the craftsmanship was primitive compared to modern standards, but the addictive potency was undeniable once lit. “How long have you been working here?” he asked the maid.

“Just over a month,” she replied softly.

“And why are you here?” Lou Ze’s tone was gentle, prompting her to open up.

Her story poured out, “My father sold me here. He destroyed our family because of his addiction to the divine ointment. He sold my mother, my sister, and me to cover his debts.”

The cruelty of addiction was starkly evident in her words. Once touched by this substance, escape seemed nearly impossible.

“Would you like to go back?” Lou Ze asked her.

She sobbed softly, “More than anything. I dream of it. But I know it’s impossible now.”

“There’s always a possibility,” Lou Ze reassured her. “Wait a few more days.”

The maid wasn’t convinced, assuming no one who frequented the opium den had the power to change her fate. Once hooked on the divine ointment, life often followed a despairing trajectory towards destruction.

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Chapter 903: Facilitating Connections Editor: Henyee Translations

Lou Ze placed the divine ointment back into the small dish and clapped his hands to signal for attention. “Go fetch your manager. Tell him I want to discuss a business opportunity.”

The maid looked up, puzzled. Moments before, Lou Ze had spoken of helping her return home, and now he was suddenly interested in business dealings with those involved in the trade of divine ointment. She hesitated, reflecting the typical distrust people harbored towards customers of the den. “Please wait here; I will fetch him.”

Zeng Huo was equally perplexed by Lou Ze’s actions. “What are you planning?”

Lou Ze responded with a rhetorical question, “What do you think?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Zeng Huo was left speechless, realizing that if he knew the answer, he wouldn’t need to ask. It made him feel rather foolish for even asking.

The manager of the establishment arrived promptly, greeting Lou Ze with a warm smile. “May I know what business the young master wishes to discuss?”

Lou Ze replied with a slight smile, “I am interested in venturing into the divine ointment trade myself. However, I hear that one needs a referral to meet with the suppliers. Seeing that your business is thriving, I assume you have excellent connections. Could you perhaps introduce me?”

The manager straightened up, slightly flattered by the acknowledgment of his successful establishment. “Entering this line of business isn’t difficult as long as you have the capital to invest.”

Lou Ze raised an eyebrow. “What do you mean?”

The manager explained, “Anyone looking to get into this business needs to pay an entrance fee of one thousand taels of silver. If you’re willing to pay, I can set up a meeting right away. The next shipment is due soon, and the suppliers will be here.”

“That’s convenient,” Lou Ze remarked as he produced a stack of silver notes, handing them over. “Please, make the necessary arrangements.”

The manager was eager to help, “Rest assured, leave it to me. Enjoy your stay here, and I’ll notify you as soon as they arrive.”

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“Thank you,” Lou Ze responded graciously.

“No problem at all,” the manager replied, departing with a satisfied grin.

As the manager left, Zeng Huo started to grasp Lou Ze’s intentions. “So, what you mean is…?”

Lou Ze cautioned him, “Walls have ears.”

Zeng Huo immediately shut his mouth, gaining yet another level of appreciation for Chu Qingzhi’s boldness and strategy.

While they waited, back at the military camp, Meng Shengdong returned with information for Tang Jinghong. “General, I have found out about the magistrate’s wife and daughter.”

Tang Jinghong set aside his paperwork. “What’s the situation?”

Meng Shengdong reported thoroughly, “They are being held under house arrest at the official residence, and they have been forced into addiction to divine ointment. It’s quite a tragic scene as they spend their days in a haze.”

Tang Jinghong paused for a moment, then instructed, “The magistrate is awaiting news. Go tell him what you found.”

“Yes, sir.”

Tang Jinghong then inquired further, “About the officials from nearby towns who disappeared during the disaster, have we found them?”

“They were found. One is the true magistrate’s distant cousin, who was unaware that his cousin had been replaced by an impostor now aiding in evil deeds,” Meng Shengdong explained.

“Where is he now?”

“He has returned to the official residence.”

“Keep an eye on him and gather evidence of his crimes. We’ll take care of him after collecting sufficient proof,” Tang Jinghong commanded.

“Yes, General.”

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…

Back in Linzhang City, the maid asked Lou Ze and Zeng Huo, as they sat quietly sipping water, “Aren’t you going to smoke the divine ointment?”

Lou Ze, who had filled some of the ointment into a pipe but then vibrated the rest into dust with his spiritual power, cautioned, “What you see here must not be spoken outside, understood?”

The maid, stunned by the sight and Lou Ze’s aura, nodded obediently. “I won’t speak of it.”

Lou Ze smiled at her kindly, “Good.”

Soon after, footsteps approached, and the maid hurried to open the door, stepping aside as the manager returned with a middle-aged man dressed in black. “This is the man in charge; he’s interested in doing business with us concerning the divine ointment. The money is already prepared.”

Lou Ze stood up, adopting a business-like demeanor as he greeted the newcomer, “I am Lou Ze, looking to find a reliable source for divine ointment. I’m glad I found the right person today.”

The man, assessing Lou Ze’s youthful energy, responded, “Let’s see the money.”

Lou Ze again presented the silver, “One thousand taels, right here. You can count it if you like.”

“No need for that,” the man replied, focused more on the business at hand. “Where is your shop located? And how much stock do you need?”

Lou Ze had his cover story prepared. “It’s in Liang City. I’ll need about a hundred pounds daily.”

“Liang City?” the man raised an eyebrow.

“Yes, it’s a bustling place. Isn’t it better for business?” Lou Ze responded smoothly.

The man nodded, seemingly convinced. “Fair enough. When are you planning to open your shop? I can arrange for the goods to be delivered a day before.”

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“The delivery to Liang City is possible, then?” Lou Ze noted, hinting at multiple production sites. “I’d like to visit your production site first.”

The man paused, momentarily confused, but then quickly recovered. “Sure, when would you like to go?”

“Now would be great,” Lou Ze stated.

“Please, follow me,” the man said, leading the way.

As they walked, Lou Ze discreetly cast a small spell, a thread of spiritual energy that wove into the man’s essence, ensuring compliance and perhaps more.

The manager, watching this transaction, was surprised at the man’s deferential attitude toward Lou Ze. It was unusual to see him treat someone so respectfully, especially a newcomer.

Zeng Huo was equally puzzled, seeing how easily the man acquiesced to Lou Ze’s requests. He wondered silently about the true extent of Chu Qingzhi’s capabilities.

They continued on, and after a brief walk, the man suggested, “Let’s ride. It’ll be faster.” Horses were brought forward, and they mounted up to hasten their journey to the production site.

As they rode, Lou Ze questioned, “Which organization are you with?”

“We are part of the Yun organization,” the man explained. “It’s a powerful group, and we don’t deal in counterfeit goods.”

“Interesting. Do you know who Lord Yun is?” Lou Ze asked.

The man shook his head. “No one knows his true identity. He’s very secretive, always masked and surrounded by skilled guards.”

Lou Ze’s interest deepened. Lord Yun was a master of deception, stirring significant trouble in the eastern border without revealing his true face. “How many production sites do you operate?”

The man was cautious. “I’m not sure. There’s at least one in every city, depending on the demand.”

“Do you know any other locations besides the one we’re heading to?” Lou Ze probed further.

“This is the only one I’ve been involved with,” the man admitted.

Zeng Huo joined them, his curiosity piqued. How was it that the man answered every question so readily? Was this another of Chu Qingzhi’s influences?

“How much longer to the site?” Lou Ze asked.

“About half an hour,” the man estimated.

They rode in silence for a while until they reached a secluded area bordered by bamboo groves. The man gestured towards a hidden path. “This way. Our facility is just ahead.”

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Chapter 904: Wiping Out in One Stroke Editor: Henyee Translations

This is a village built amidst the mountains, surrounded by picturesque scenery, yet all the villagers have been replaced, the original inhabitants long since disappeared without a trace.

The village is guarded stringently, with martial arts experts patrolling in the distance, and every five steps within the village stands a martial artist, the security even stricter than a military fortress.

At the village gate, two towering guards stand, each with a large saber at their elbow, reminiscent of butchers.

As the manager approaches the main gate of the village, he reveals a waist badge. Only after the guards see the badge do they step aside to let him pass.

Entering the village, the manager, accompanied by Lou Ze and Zeng He, steps into the nearest house, “Please fill in the opening time and address of your shop.”

Inside sits a young man by a window, the desk placed right next to it.

As they enter, the young man glances over, his eyes numb.

“I’ll check the goods before filling it in,” says Lou Ze, his hands behind his back, eyeing the room. The furnishings are simple: a bed, a wooden rack, a wardrobe, and a set of tables and chairs.

The manager does not insist, “Please follow me.”

Exiting the small house, they walk across to a house set up like a pharmacy lab, where a middle-aged man busily concocts something with the help of a young assistant.

Upon entering, both individuals inside turn to look but say nothing, immediately returning to their drug-making.

The manager steps forward and addresses the middle-aged man, “This young man would like to see the divine ointment. Do you have any ready-made?”

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The middle-aged man looks at Lou Ze curiously—it’s his first time someone has come here for the divine ointment. Regardless of his thoughts, the presence of this visitor implies he’s no ordinary individual, so it’s best to avoid meddling.

He hands over some freshly made divine ointment to Lou Ze, “Please take a look.”

Lou Ze takes the elixir and smells it; it’s similar to the one in the store, confirming this is the place, “Are all the houses in this village used for making the divine ointment?”

The middle-aged man looks up in surprise, “Why do you ask?”

Lou Ze casually responds, “I’m naturally curious to know more. How else can we cooperate?”

The middle-aged man glances at the manager, who shows no sign of objection, then replies, “Yes, each house has two people making it, capable of producing five kilograms daily.”

Lou Ze inwardly remarks, ‘Five kilograms? That’s a lot of harm.’ “Is the quality of the divine ointment the same in all cases?”

The middle-aged man nods, “Yes, if it doesn’t meet the standard, they’re not allowed to produce.”

Lou Ze muses there might be a training camp here dedicated to teaching these poison makers. Apart from the poisoning aspect, he is quite impressed with their management.

He turns to the manager, “Do they have any rest time?”

The manager shakes his head, “No, only at night can they rest, all together in a house on the edge of the village.”

That makes things easier, Lou Ze says, “I’ve understood enough, shall we go out to write down the address and time?”

The manager courteously replies, “This way, please.”

Back in the house, the young man looks surprised to see them return and observes Lou Ze closely before pulling out a register, “Write on the last line.”

“Okay,” Lou Ze opens the register, flipping through it page by page until he reaches the end. He counts over two hundred opium dens listed within Linzhang City, a frightening number.

Taking the pen offered by the young man, he writes down a fictitious address and time.

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Tonight, he plans to leave this place in ruins, verification won’t be an issue.

After filling out the details, he pays a deposit of one thousand taels, and then Lou Ze leaves the village with Zeng He.

On the way back, Zeng He expresses confusion, “I don’t understand.”

Lou Ze walks ahead, “You don’t need to understand. Later, we’ll split up; you calm the assassins. When I arrive, tell me about the Magistrate. I’ve got other matters to attend to now.”

Zeng He nods respectfully, “Understood.”

Lou Ze watches Zeng He walk away, then returns to the village, not approaching directly but dealing with the guards around it.

The guards are no challenge for him; he subdues them with a single move, allowing them to stand guard as if nothing is amiss.

After dealing with them, night falls.

Lou Ze finds a rock to sit on, watching below, waiting for the drug makers to return to their house before he can strike.

Some of these drug makers are coerced, a sin not deserving death. They might be given a chance to reform. The rest, however, deserve no mercy.

As the moon climbs over the hill, casting a small ornament-like glow in the night sky, Chu Qingzhi releases the Golden Phoenix. “Jing Hong, what are you up to?”

Tang Jinghong replies, “I’m eating. Have you had your meal?”

“I’ve eaten. Tonight, I’m planning an assassination on the Magistrate. If you have any use for him, I’ll spare him.”

“First, try to uncover his secrets. If there are none left, then deal with him.”

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“Alright, I understand. By the way, I’m currently near a drug manufacturing site operated by the Yun organization. I’m planning to take them down tonight.”

“I’ll send reinforcements immediately.”

“No need, I can handle it myself.”

“Then take care. After you destroy that place, many will likely seek revenge. Take extra precautions when you go out.”

“Understood.”

After exchanging updates on their separate endeavors, Chu Qingzhi cuts the connection and prepares to act.

She flies into the air, forming seals with her hands and casting a Fire Control Technique.

Flames drop down and spread upon touching the ground, igniting a small sea of fire.

This is divine fire, capable of burning everything to ashes, whether it be people, houses, or even the grass on the ground…

“Fire—”

“Put it out—”

The cries are cut short almost immediately, and within the time it takes to drink a cup of tea, everything but the house where everyone rests turns to ash.

Lou Ze descends to the ground and heads towards the only intact house, kicking open the door, “Those of you forced into making drugs, I can offer you a way out.”

Inside, about twenty people stare back at him, bewildered.

A middle-aged man steps forward, sizing up Lou Ze, astounded, “Was it you who set the fire?”

“Yes,” Lou Ze nods calmly, “Now, we need not waste words. Who here was coerced?”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The middle-aged man admits, “I was.”

Lou Ze gestures, “Pack your things and leave tonight. Hide somewhere for a few days; then you can come out.”

The man is incredulous, having prepared to die here. Yet, hope springs anew, “Young master, can I really leave?”

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Lou Ze nodded, “All right.”

Several claimed they were coerced and Lou Ze let them go, but a few huddled in the corner couldn’t bring themselves to speak, their eyes filled with terror as they looked at Lou Ze.

Lou Ze approached them, his eyes cold, and asked indifferently, “Why do you assist those people and perpetrate evil?”

One of them replied, “He would pay me a lot of money. I needed the money.”

Lou Ze frowned, “There are many ways to make money. Does earning money this way not bother your conscience?”

“If we don’t do it, others will, and the outcome will not change.”

Angered, Lou Ze responded, “Very well, since that’s the case, let me tell you this: if others don’t do it, see, now it’s you who are dying, not someone else.”

Chu Qingzhi slapped the man’s crown, causing blood to stream from his seven orifices, killing him instantly.

This scene terrified the others, who had dreamt of leaving with treasures to enjoy themselves, not dying here without cause.

“Please, great hero, spare us!”

“We beg you, we won’t dare again, never again!”

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Lou Ze asked coldly, “There are many out there who beg for mercy like this, but who spares them?”

Drawing his dagger, Lou Ze tossed it into the air. It spun around and returned to his hand, and the men before him were all silenced by a single cut to the throat.

Zeng He, standing at the doorway, watched this unfold with shock. How advanced must Chu Qingzhi’s martial arts be to control a dagger through the air like that?

These men deserved no pity. Lou Ze turned and walked towards Zeng He, “Let’s go.”

Zeng He nodded, not daring to contradict, and followed Lou Ze’s steps out of the small mountain village.

Shortly after their departure, the remaining houses were consumed by fire, all traces turning to ash.

…

In the military camp, a tent used for holding prisoners.

Wen Juncheng had been detained here for four or five days. During this time, no one spoke to him, only bringing him food and water.

He didn’t know what he would face next, anxious and filled with regret.

Had he known this would happen, he definitely wouldn’t have listened to that person and attempted to assassinate Chu Qingzhi. Now he was trapped, likely without a way out.

“Let me out, let me out!”

“I’m innocent, let me go, I won’t dare again!”

“I was framed, it wasn’t my idea, I was deceived!”

Tang Jinghong lifted the tent flap and entered, “Who deceived you? What did they deceive you about?”

He had stood outside for a while before entering, having heard everything Wen Juncheng said.

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Wen Juncheng instantly became alert, worried about what he might have inadvertently revealed in his outbursts.

Meng Shengdong grabbed Wen Juncheng’s collar, speaking fiercely, “The general is asking you a question. Don’t play dumb!”

Panicking, Wen Juncheng pleaded, “I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I spoke without thinking, don’t take it seriously, please.”

Meng Shengdong threw Wen Juncheng to the ground, kicking him repeatedly, “Are you going to talk, or should I break your ribs today?”

Wen Juncheng curled up in pain, “Is this how your military extracts confessions?”

Meng Shengdong scoffed coldly, “For someone like you who harms the people, this isn’t about extracting a confession. It’s about giving everyone some justice. I advise you to confess honestly; otherwise, if you end up paralyzed and we let you go, what kind of life would that be?”

After another beating that left Wen Juncheng crying out, a kick to his spine made him lose feeling in his lower body. He finally knew fear, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk.”

Meng Shengdong commanded, “Speak!”

Sweating profusely, Wen Juncheng said, “Half a month ago, I picked up a man by the roadside. It was he who suggested it, otherwise why would I foolishly go after Chu Qingzhi?”

Tang Jinghong asked, “Where is this man now?”

Wen Juncheng gasped, “He went with me to capture Chu Qingzhi, but he disappeared as soon as I was captured.”

Frowning, Tang Jinghong inquired, “Did this man have any distinguishing features?”

Wen Juncheng thought for a moment, “Yes, he wore an eye patch as if one eye was blind. He was very grateful to me for saving him, and that was his way of repaying me.”

Meng Shengdong was incredulous, “Didn’t you think he might be setting you up?”

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Regret filled Wen Juncheng, “How was I supposed to know he’d repay kindness with malice?!”

Tang Jinghong said, “We’ll investigate this matter later. For now, let me ask you, how much do you know about your older brother?”

Wen Juncheng was unaware that the person impersonating his brother was someone else, “What’s going on with my brother?”

“This is your brother!” Tang Jinghong turned towards the tent flap as the Magistrate walked in. “You can’t even recognize your own brother, and you’ve been helping a fraud!”

Wen Juncheng stared at the emaciated man approaching, stammering, “B-brother?”

“Recognizing a thief as a brother.” The Magistrate slapped Wen Juncheng across the face, his voice filled with rage, “I’ve always taught you to learn good things, yet you always align yourself with the dregs of society, and now you even help tyrants. You deserve to die!”

Wen Juncheng’s face twisted with the slap, and he quickly realized the gravity of the situation, “Brother, how was I supposed to know you were being impersonated?”

The Magistrate was nearly driven to fury by his incompetent brother, “We’ve lived together for decades. Can’t you see that your brother was different?”

Wen Juncheng groaned, “Brother, even if things were different, I never imagined you’d be impersonated!”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

The Magistrate was exasperated, “Enough, let’s not talk about this now. Tell General Tang everything you know about the impostor.”

Wen Juncheng looked towards Tang Jinghong, “General, I don’t know much, really. The impostor often left early and returned late, rarely staying in the mansion.”

“A year ago, I got up in the middle of the night and happened to follow him. He went to the docks.”

“The docks?” Tang Jinghong prompted.

Wen Juncheng nodded, “He waited there for about fifteen minutes, then a boat arrived. It was large but very plain, with no identifying marks.”

“A young man in a black robe disembarked from the boat, looking very much like the third prince of Dongling. They spoke briefly, mentioning the urgent need to expand the plantation area for raw materials, and then he left.”

“The impostor returned to his room and immediately started writing letters, sending three in quick succession.”

“I intercepted one of those letters.”

Tang Jinghong raised an eyebrow, impressed by this detail.

“The letter said to instruct the military governor to gather labor to clear three hundred acres of land outside Yang City for cultivation at full capacity.”

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“Three hundred acres?” Tang Jinghong’s eyes flickered coldly as he contemplated silencing everyone involved, “Has the land been cleared yet?”

“I don’t know,” Wen Juncheng replied, “Yang City is quite far from Linzhang City, it wasn’t my concern, so I didn’t pay attention.”

“There’s another thing. There are many warehouses in Linzhang City storing those items, but I don’t know their exact locations. You’ll have to send someone to find them.”

The Magistrate sternly advised, “You must say everything you know. Only by purging the eastern border can we finally have peace.”

Wen Juncheng nodded, “I understand, but that’s all I know.”

Tang Jinghong left the tent and returned to the main tent, where he relayed the information to Chu Qingzhi. He then sent Meng Shengdong and five highly skilled guards to assist Chu Qingzhi.

Meanwhile, Chu Qingzhi had just returned to the city…

Zeng He, rapidly leaping across rooftops, arrived at a roof near Lou Ze, calling out, “Lou Ze, over here.”

Lou Ze looked up and then leapt onto the roof, following Zeng He to a civilian house.

Inside, about a dozen black-clad figures emerged from the house to greet them with a bow, “Chief!”

Zeng He felt somewhat uneasy, but his face remained stern and cold as the leader of the assassins, “Hand me the papers that record what the Magistrate has done.”

A subordinate promptly presented the documents.

Zeng He ordered, “Stand by for now. After I read these, I will write a letter to our lord.”

“Yes.”

Zeng He, taking Lou Ze with him, entered the house. He didn’t look at the content of the papers but handed them directly to Lou Ze, “You read it.”

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Lou Ze sat down and quickly skimmed the documents.

The fake Magistrate was a subordinate of Wen Changyuan from the Yun organization, responsible for finding lands to cultivate poppies. Wen Changyuan was the main person in charge.

Another of his responsibilities was the transportation of goods; the previous batch of goods was also handled by him, but it is still unknown who stole it.

He managed warehouses at the following three locations: Baihua Street in the south of the city, Junyi Bridge Street in the west, and Yang Tower Street in the north.

That was all.

After reading, Lou Ze tossed the paper lightly, and it turned to ash, “Let’s go, let’s deal with this Magistrate.”

“Yes.” Zeng He got up and walked out.

Outside, Zeng He clapped several times, and the black-clad figures who had been waiting in the room swiftly came out, surrounding the area, “Move out!”

Silently, the group ascended the rooftops and headed toward the government office.

Lou Ze followed from a distance. With so many people, he didn’t need to get involved personally; watching would suffice.

…

At the yamen.

A subordinate arrived in the room, reporting to the fake Magistrate, “Big brother, our plot has been exposed. The boss wants you dead. We should flee.”

The fake Magistrate hadn’t expected his boss to be so ruthless. He had only made one mistake, and now he faced death, “Where are the assassins?”

The subordinate said, “They will reach the government office shortly.”

The fake Magistrate made a decisive decision, “Let’s leave here. He shows no loyalty, so neither will I. Let’s defect to Tang Jinghong for protection.”

The subordinate hesitated, “What do you mean, big brother?”

The fake Magistrate glanced at his subordinates, then started packing, “Exactly as you understood.”

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The subordinate helped with the packing.

Once ready, the fake Magistrate mounted a horse and left the yamen through the back door.

He left just in time, and the assassins found the government office empty, except for the family members. There was no trace of the fake Magistrate.

“Chief, what should we do now?”

“Expand the search area, we must catch him!”

The assassins dispersed quickly to search the vicinity, but by then, the fake Magistrate had already been intercepted by Lou Ze, “It’s late, where does the Magistrate plan to go?”

The fake Magistrate, seeing the figure blocking his path, panicked, “Who are you? Get out of the way!”

Lou Ze crossed his arms, smiling slightly at the fake Magistrate, “If you answer my question, I might consider letting you go.”

A murderous glint flashed in the fake Magistrate’s eyes, “What do you want to ask?”

Lou Ze said, “Tell me where you’re headed, and perhaps I’ll give you a head start.”

Driven to desperation, the fake Magistrate blurted out, “The organization wants to kill me, and I’m furious. I plan to defect to Tang Jinghong for protection. I’ve told you, now can you let me go?”

If not, he was ready to fight to the death.

Defecting to Jinghong? Lou Ze smiled slightly, “No wonder you’ve had a change of heart. I’m in a good mood today, so I’ll let you go.”

With that, Lou Ze leapt to the rooftop, stepping aside to allow passage.

The fake Magistrate was taken aback by how easily Lou Ze had let him go. He glanced back several times but couldn’t discern anything from Lou Ze’s expression, so he spurred his horse and rode away.

Watching the fake Magistrate disappear into the distance, Lou Ze turned and flew back towards the government office.

Zeng He, seeing Lou Ze approaching, watched him for a moment before joining him, “Did you see the Magistrate?”

Lou Ze shook his head, “No.”

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Zeng He inwardly doubted, feeling somewhat skeptical. There was no way Chu Qingzhi would help the Magistrate, but something felt off, “If we don’t eliminate the Magistrate, the organization will hold us accountable.”

Lou Ze’s lips curled into a smile, “I’m looking forward to meeting this Hong Feiyun.”

“You’re not planning to…” Zeng He’s sense of foreboding grew stronger, pitying the Yun organization’s people.

Lou Ze countered, “Why not?”

“Sure, sure, whatever pleases you,” Zeng He quickly adapted, playing the part of a loyal follower, feeling a thrill in the intrigue.

Lou Ze declared, “I’ll find an inn to rest. If Hong Feiyun calls, come and find me.”

“Understood,” Zeng He responded promptly.

With a flicker, Lou Ze disappeared from sight.

…

In the inn.

Chu Qingzhi entered a room where Meng Shengdong and the others were waiting. They immediately bowed upon seeing her, “Miss Chu!”

Chu Qingzhi nodded to them and then wrote down the names of the three warehouses, “These are the three warehouses the fake Magistrate built in Linzhang City. Quietly gather some people and evacuate the residents around these locations. Once the evacuation is complete, come back here and wait for me.”n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“Understood.”

Chu Qingzhi cautioned, “Don’t act rashly. There are many from the Yun organization in Linzhang City. These people are ruthless. If they catch you, they won’t show any mercy. Be careful.”

“Yes.”

Chu Qingzhi instructed, “Go and handle it.”

Meng Shengdong led the others out of the inn. The eastern border now seemed like a dying elder, vulnerable to collapsing at the slightest mishap, so no one dared to relax.

Chu Qingzhi switched rooms, opened a window, and three parrots—numbered Three, Four, and Five—flew in.

She took some small green worms from her bag to feed them, then poured a glass of water, “Any news of Jiang Zhaozong?”

Three replied, “No, we’ve flown over the eastern border and haven’t seen him.”

Chu Qingzhi harbored a grim suspicion—could Jiang Zhaozong have been killed? If so, how would she explain this to her fourth sister?

“Did you hear anyone mention Jiang Zhaozong’s name?”

Four answered, “Yes, in Shu City, we heard his name mentioned once. After that, we flew away and didn’t hear anything more.”

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Chu Qingzhi mused in silence, wondering if the Emperor had sent Jiang Zhaozong to deal with the King of the eastern border. She should have inquired about this back in the village.

“You’ve worked hard. Eat and rest tonight before continuing your investigation.”

The three parrots cheerfully began to eat.

Chu Qingzhi summoned the Golden Phoenix. “Jing Hong, have you heard anything about Jiang Zhaozong?”

Tang Jinghong replied, “No, I had people start searching on my way to the eastern border, but we’ve yet to receive any updates.”

With no news from Jing Hong’s people or the parrots, Chu Qingzhi’s unease grew stronger. “I hope nothing bad has happened to Zhaozong.”

Tang Jinghong paused before responding, “No news doesn’t necessarily mean something’s wrong. Perhaps he’s just hiding.”

“I hope so,” Chu Qingzhi instructed. “Let’s not tell my fourth sister about this yet; I’m afraid she can’t handle it.”

“I understand,” said Tang Jinghong.

Chu Qingzhi suddenly remembered something. “By the way, Jing Hong, the fake Magistrate from Linzhang City has come to defect to you. Has he arrived?”

“He has,” Tang Jinghong confirmed. “He’s in the camp being interrogated.”

“I have no other matters then,” said Chu Qingzhi.

“Rest early, Qingzhi.”

“You too,” she responded, cutting the communication.

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Suddenly, a faint noise reached her ears. She contemplated briefly before swiftly leaving the inn.

“Let me go, let me go…” Chu Qingzhi pinned a young man against a tree trunk by the throat, his feet dangling as he struggled.

Chu Qingzhi’s gaze was sharp. “Why were you eavesdropping on my conversation?”

The young man grasped at Chu Qingzhi’s hands, arguing, “I wasn’t eavesdropping; I just heard you talking and got drawn in.”n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Was this an insult to her intelligence? Chu Qingzhi pressed, “Isn’t that eavesdropping?!”

Gasping for air, the young man’s face turned red, “Cough, cough, it wasn’t on purpose. Let me go, I’m going to suffocate.”

Chu Qingzhi threw the young man aside. “Tell the truth, or I’ll hang you upside down for public viewing tomorrow.”

The young man crawled backward, clearly frightened of Chu Qingzhi. “I stopped because I heard you mention General Tang, and then someone called you Chu Qingzhi.” Seeing her skepticism, he quickly added, “I stole the Elixir of Immortality from the Magistrate and didn’t know what to do with it…”

Chu Qingzhi scrutinized the youth, who looked like a petty thief. “You stole the Elixir of Immortality?”

Regaining some bravado, the youth boasted, “Yes, I’m the famed little thief of the eastern border. Even with the city gates locked, the Magistrate couldn’t catch me.”

Chu Qingzhi raised an eyebrow. “Why would you tell me something so crucial?”

The youth’s expression was earnest. “Because you are Chu Qingzhi.”

Chu Qingzhi was puzzled. Was her face that recognizable?

The young thief got up, cautiously avoiding Chu Qingzhi’s gaze. “Everyone says Chu Qingzhi works for the people and never seeks personal gain. I wanted to take a chance.”

Chu Qingzhi crossed her arms, a smile playing on her lips.

The young thief, intimidated by her stare, stood his ground. “Don’t you believe me?”

Chu Qingzhi was done with the conversation. “Show me where you’ve hidden those ointments.”

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The young thief nodded. “Let’s go.”

To everyone’s surprise, the thief had hidden the ointment in a dilapidated building in the Magistrate’s backyard!

Proudly, the young thief lifted his chin. “Surprised by my cleverness, aren’t you?”

Chu Qingzhi rarely expressed approval, but she did now. “The most dangerous place is often the safest. Indeed, a smart move.”

“I’m worried about how to destroy these ointments, Sister Qingzhi. Do you have any ideas?” the young thief scratched his head, looking troubled.

To ingratiate himself, he had already started calling her “Sister Qingzhi.”

Chu Qingzhi looked at him. “You leave.”

The young thief was puzzled.

Chu Qingzhi instructed, “Go out; I’ll handle the destruction.”

The youth blinked in curiosity. “How will you destroy them?”

Chu Qingzhi simply said, “Burn them.”

The young thief gave her a thumbs up. “Go ahead with the burning. I’m leaving now. Oh, and be careful not to breathe in the smoke—it’s addictive.”

With that, he darted off.

Chu Qingzhi stood by the window, performing a Fire Control Technique, and incinerated everything inside the building. After ensuring everything was reduced to ashes, she swiftly left through the window.

By the time anyone from the house noticed, the flames had already died down.

Back on the streets, the young thief caught up to her. “Sister Qingzhi, let me accompany you on your quest for justice. Can I come along to fight for the greater good?”

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Chu Qingzhi glanced at the somewhat naive young man. “I’m busy with important matters right now, so I can’t have you follow me. However, you can investigate the locations where the Elixir of Immortality is stored, steal it, and I’ll help you destroy it.”

The young thief pondered her proposal. “You mean that?”

Chu Qingzhi responded, “There are over two hundred opium dens in Linzhang City. Start by stealing the ointment they have stored.”

His eyes lit up. “I never thought of that before. I’ll start right away.”

Chu Qingzhi nodded. “You’re teachable, indeed.”

The two then went their separate ways.

…

Hong Feiyun was furious. “How could this fail!”

Zeng He knelt on one knee before Hong Feiyun. “We arrived at the government office only to find he had already fled upon receiving some information, and later we learned he has sought refuge with Tang Jinghong!”

Hong Feiyun slammed a hand down on Zeng He’s shoulder, causing him internal injuries. “Damned fool! I entrusted this task only to you, how did he find out? There must be a leak!”

Zeng He felt a chill. “Master, I swear I haven’t leaked any information.”

Hong Feiyun banged his hand on the armrest. “Find out who it was, then kill them!”

“Yes, master,” Zeng He responded.

“Tomorrow, Tang Jinghong will deploy his troops outside Linzhang City. Find a way to sabotage them and tarnish Tang Jinghong’s reputation among the people, so he won’t have easy days in the eastern border.”

“Yes, master.”

With a flick of his robe, Hong Feiyun flew out the window.

…

The next day around noon, Chu Qingzhi was waiting for a message from Zeng He and did not leave the inn. Around midday, there was a knock at her door.

She scanned the area with her spiritual sense and saw several strangers, led by a young man in a white robe.

Lu Changyu bowed slightly, his demeanor polite. “Young master, my name is Lu Changyu. I seek your help with a matter.”

Lu Changyu?

Chu Qingzhi reflected; this was the leading family of Linzhang City. Known for their integrity, they had refused to cooperate with the fake Magistrate and had kept their doors closed, only venturing out to buy necessities.

A thought crossed Chu Qingzhi’s mind, and she altered her appearance to resemble Lou Ze as she walked to open the door.

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Lu Changyu bowed with his fists clasped, “Greetings, young master.”

Lou Ze was sizing up the decent-looking man in front of him, a puzzled look in his eyes, “We do not know each other, so what brings you here seeking help from me?”

Lu Changyu earnestly said, “A few days ago, my family’s servant went out to buy vegetables and saw the young master use a pill to save someone addicted to ‘divine ointments.’ Your medical skills are extraordinary, so I wanted to invite you to come and check on my father’s illness.”

Lou Ze asked, “What’s wrong with your father?”

Lu Changyu, feeling desperate, said, “He’s addicted to divine ointments too, and he can’t quit it no matter what. He’s almost at his end.”

Lou Ze was puzzled, “Isn’t your family secluded? How did he even get addicted to that stuff?”

Lu Changyu’s voice was indignant, “Someone deliberately harmed him; it wasn’t my father’s doing. He detests divine ointments and would never touch it on his own.”

Lou Ze nodded, “Let’s go, let’s have a look.”

Lu Changyu stepped aside and politely said, “Please.”

After crossing several streets, they arrived at the entrance of the Lu residence. Lu Changyu pushed open the grand doors, welcoming Lou Ze inside.

Lou Ze said, “Directly to your father’s room.”

“Yes,” Lu Changyu was even more courteous as he led Lou Ze to the back courtyard, then to the master of the Lu family’s room.

Upon entering the room, they were greeted by the smell of smoke from divine ointments, which was quite unpleasant. Lou Ze approached the window to open it for ventilation, then walked towards the bed.

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The bed housed a man in his forties, moaning continuously, with a face that looked over sixty years old, begging, “Give me divine ointments, give me divine ointments…”

Lou Ze lifted the blanket and sure enough, found the man tied up. He knocked the master of the Lu family unconscious, then untied the ropes and took his pulse.

There was no other illness; it was all due to smoking divine ointments.

Lou Ze asked, “How long has he been smoking it?”

He thought to himself, there are countless people like this in Linzhang City. Using pills is too wasteful, but there is currently no precise prescription. Why not use this man as an experiment to come up with the most accurate prescription?

Lu Changyu replied, “For over half a year. After the gates were closed, everyone mostly stayed in their rooms. He and my mother have separate rooms, so no one knew he got addicted to divine ointments.”

Chu Qingzhi asked, “Do you have paper and pen?”

“Yes.” Lu Changyu led Lou Ze to a small study in the partition, “This is where my father usually handles household affairs. Whatever you need, young master, feel free to take.”

Lou Ze nodded, sat down, took out paper and pen, thought for a moment, and wrote down the prescription, “Go and get the medicine immediately.”

“Yes.” Lu Changyu took the prescription and personally went to fetch the medicine, the magistrate had already fled, so there was nothing to worry about.

Lou Ze got up and walked to the corridor outside the room.

Soon, a woman in her thirties adorned with gold and silver walked by. Seeing a stranger, she immediately changed her expression, “Who are you? Why are you in our mansion?”

Immediately, a servant stepped forward to explain, “Third Madam, he is a doctor brought back by the young master to treat the old master.”

Third Madam disdainfully flicked her handkerchief, “What kind of doctor? The old master will be fine as long as he smokes divine ointments. That unfilial son refuses to let him smoke, tormenting people; he just wants the old master to die so he can inherit the family business.”

The servant hurriedly said, “Third Madam, please be careful with your words. The young master is genuinely concerned for the old master, not for the family business. If this gets out, it will damage the young master’s reputation.”

Third Madam scornfully said, “Your young master dares to do it but doesn’t dare to own up, huh? Since it’s already done, why fear a tarnished reputation? What hypocrisy!”

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Lou Ze couldn’t help it anymore, “How can you be so malicious? I am a doctor, it’s normal to call a doctor for an illness. How did it become a plot to usurp property in your mouth? You can’t spit anything good out of a dog’s mouth!”

Third Madam put her hands on her hips, “Who are you cursing?”

Lou Ze said, “I’m cursing you, isn’t it obvious? You’re not only malicious but also stupid.”

Third Madam was furious, “Someone, throw him out! This isn’t a place for him to run wild!”

The servant stood in front of Lou Ze, “Until the young master returns, no one can touch him. Third Madam, you’d better restrain yourself, or when the young master comes back, see how you explain!”

“He’s just a junior, I don’t believe he dares to do anything to me,” Third Madam said proudly, “Someone, throw him out!”

“No need to push, I’ll leave myself!” Lou Ze stepped out, glancing at Third Madam before leaving.

Third Madam suddenly felt a chill run down her spine at that gaze. How terrifying, but she quickly distracted herself, driving out those who were an eyesore, and soon this Lu mansion would belong to her son.

Lou Ze walked along the street, following the aroma to a breakfast stall, ordered a bowl of noodles, then sat down on a stool to wait.

Zeng Huo came from around the corner and sat opposite Lou Ze, “Another bowl of noodles.”

“Right away.”

Zeng Huo said to Lou Ze, “I went to the inn to find you, didn’t find you, thought you were in trouble.”

Lou Ze looked around, “What trouble could I possibly be in?”

Zeng Huo, “…”

Zeng Huo said, “Still, it’s better to be humble. By the way, how did the people from the Lu mansion come to invite you?”

Lou Ze said, “They asked me to treat their old master, but Third Madam drove me out.”

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Zeng Huo felt it was a pity, getting Chu Qingzhi to treat someone was a rare opportunity, “Short-haired women lack foresight.”

As they spoke, Lou Ze’s noodles were ready, “Authentic Yangchun noodles, my lady.”

Lou Ze picked up his chopsticks and started eating, “Boss, your noodles are really good.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

“That’s right, I studied in the south for three years just for these noodles.”

“Not bad, a craft that can feed you for a lifetime.”

“Haha, the young master is visionary.”

Zeng Huo listened to their conversation, thinking to himself, he hadn’t expected Chu Qingzhi to be so down-to-earth, even able to chat with a small stall owner.

Zeng Huo’s noodles arrived, “Enjoy your meal, brother.”

As they ate, Zeng Huo talked about Hong Feiyun coming to find him and mentioned a new mission, then explained, “It’s not that I didn’t notify you in advance, but Hong Feiyun came by herself, which was quite unexpected.”

Lou Ze said nothing, finishing a bowl of noodles before he spoke, “Who does Hong Feiyun trust the most?”

Zeng Huo thought for a moment, “Her sister and subordinate, Hong Feiying.”

Lou Ze then asked, “What do you think about setting her sister up as the one who leaked the information? Dare to find trouble with Jing Hong, then see whose move is better.”

Zeng Huo looked up at Chu Qingzhi, “She, she probably wouldn’t believe it?”

Lou Ze countered, “A strategy of discord, would that work?”

Zeng Huo nodded, “I know, but I’ve never used it.”

Lou Ze took out his money pouch to pay for the noodles, “Do the sisters have anyone they like?”

Zeng Huo was confused, but still nodded, “Yes, and what’s dramatic is that both sisters like the same person, that is, the gentleman Mu Xiao from the organization.”

Lou Ze asked further, “Who is this Mu Xiao gentleman?”

Zeng Huo said, “He’s also from the Yun organization, responsible for recruiting new members. The two sisters were brought into the organization by him.”

Lou Ze couldn’t help but comment, “So there is also the favor of acquaintance.”

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Zeng Huo, “…”

After a while, Lou Ze said, “You go call out Hong Feiying, Hong Feiyun’s sister, and start the estrangement plan.”

Zeng Huo was extremely curious, “What are you planning to do?”

Lou Ze glanced at Zeng Huo with a hint of mystery, “You’ll know when the time comes, and you’ll need to take part in it too.”

Zeng Huo withdrew his gaze, his expression neutral, no longer curious, certain it was no good scheme.

After paying, the two left the small noodle stall to implement their plan.

Meanwhile, Tang Jinghong led his troops to the gates of Linzhang City, “Set up camp here.” He planned to resolve the matters in Linzhang City before moving on.

“Yes,” responded the soldiers in unison, their voices thunderous and awe-inspiring.

The officials of Linzhang City, except for the magistrate, all waited at the city gate, “We greet General Tang.”

The fake magistrate had been hidden away by him, to be used later in overthrowing the King of the eastern border. Now, Tang Jinghong had the real magistrate return among the officials.

“Everyone should know by now that your previous magistrate was an impostor. Now I’ve brought the real magistrate back. He will continue to lead you in governing Linzhang City, and you must all obey his commands.”

“Yes, General Tang,” the officials then said to the magistrate, “We greet the magistrate.”

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The magistrate felt deeply ashamed, “Everyone, please, there’s no need for formalities here. Let’s not stand around, hurry back, gather people, and close down all the divine ointment dens.”

The officials did not dare hesitate and promptly responded, “Yes, sir.”

Once back in the city, they took vigorous actions.

Tang Jinghong also entered Linzhang City. Although he had never been here before, Chu Qingzhi had described it very clearly to him, but he still wanted to see for himself how ravaged the city was.

“Everyone go about your duties, don’t mind me!”

“Yes.”

On the street, a small girl about five or six years old knelt, beside her was a man thin as a ghost.

The man held a rattan cane, ready to strike the girl at any sign of movement.

“This is Xiao Zhen, she’s seven years old, agile, and easy to keep.”

“She eats little and works a lot, like an ox. Buying her is definitely a good deal.”

“Cough, cough, cough, take a look, if suitable, spend some money and take her home!”

The girl trembled from the whipping, tears filling her eyes, her expression numb and hopeless, her head lowered, obediently playing the role of a commodity.

A woman in coarse clothes rushed over, kneeling down to embrace the girl, “I’m sorry, Xiao Zhen, mother is late.”

“What are you doing here, you wretched woman?”

The man swung his whip at her several times, then began coughing violently, his muscles twitching, saliva dripping from his mouth, clearly suffering from a drug withdrawal.

The woman held the girl tightly, “Don’t be afraid, mom is here.”

Once the man recovered slightly, he shouted, “Sell this woman too, her body is good, she also works a lot and eats little. You’ll definitely profit from buying her, cough, cough, cough…”

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The onlookers were indifferent, used to such sights in Linzhang City.

Selling sons, daughters, and wives to buy divine ointment was common.

The man, unable to bear his craving any longer, tears streaming from his eyes, his body staggering, said, “Both the adult and the child for just one silver tael, it’s a steal, buy them quick.”

Tang Jinghong watched this scene unfold and made a gesture; soon, two robust men approached from either side and took the man away.

As the man was led away, the crowd dispersed.

“Xiao Zhen, get up, let’s escape quickly.” The woman got up, then pulled the girl from the ground and hurried away, not even glancing in the direction where the man was taken.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

The men who took the man away were Tang Jinghong’s plainclothes subordinates, stationed around to ensure his safety.

It wasn’t that he feared death, but he absolutely could not afford to be compromised. He was engaged in various strategic games with the forces in the eastern border. If he died, it would mean the failure of this mission to the eastern border and thus a defeat for the imperial court. Then the forces of the eastern border would attack cities beyond the eastern border unimpeded, putting the entire Dalin Dynasty at risk.

Tang Jinghong continued on the street, “Lock him up, wait for the prescription, cure his addiction, then send him to the mines to labor.”

“Yes, General.”

Tang Jinghong continued his inspection in the city.

Meanwhile, Lu Changyu had fetched the medicine and returned to the Lu Mansion.

A servant, visibly outraged, waited at the front gate and approached Lu Changyu as soon as he saw him, “Young Master, the doctor you invited to treat the old master was driven away by the third madam!”

Hearing this, Lu Changyu’s face darkened immediately, “Send someone to find the young master immediately, and inform me as soon as he is found.”

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“Yes, Young Master,” the servant hurried out with a group of servants.

Lu Changyu, accompanied by the steward and four servants, went to the courtyard where the third madam resided, “Someone, tie her up.”

Seeing Lu Changyu like this, the third madam was a bit frightened but still very arrogant, “What are you doing? I am your elder, you dare disrespect me!”

Lu Changyu grabbed the third madam by the neck, “I’ve overlooked past issues, but now you obstruct the saving of my father, you deserve death!”

After scolding, he threw her to the ground, “Tie her up, sell her to the brothels.”

The third madam protested, “Lu Changyu, I am your elder, I am the third madam of the Lu family.”

“My elder is only my mother, what are you as a concubine?” Lu Changyu gritted his teeth, “Sell the third madam’s son as well, from now on the Lu family will have nothing to do with this mother and son.”

Her son was her only hope, the third madam went mad, “You dare sell my son, I will fight you!”

Lu Changyu grabbed the third madam’s chin, his words cold and ruthless, “I’m selling today, what can you do to me?”

Only then did the third madam realize Lu Changyu was serious and finally felt scared, “Young Master, spare my son, I’m willing to leave the Lu Mansion.”

“Take them away!” Lu Changyu no longer wanted to see this mother and son.

The third madam and her son were both sold to the brothels.

But there was also good news, “Young Master, we’ve found the young man.”

“Lead the way.” Lu Changyu patted his face to appear more gentle, then followed the servant to meet Lou Ze.

They met on the street.

Lu Changyu stepped forward to greet him, “Young Master, I’ve cleared away the unpleasant people from the mansion, they won’t bother you anymore.”

Lou Ze raised an eyebrow, not expecting this young master of the Lu family to be so decisive, “Did you get the medicine?”

Lu Changyu nodded, “Got it.”

“Let’s go then.”

Returning to the Lu Mansion, Lou Ze took the medicinal herbs to the kitchen and personally started to brew the medicine. After all, it was his first time dealing with someone with such a severe addiction, and these people were different from those in the capital; they needed a thorough experiment.

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Chapter 910: Guarding Against the Unexpected Editor: Henyee Translations

Zeng Huo could not simply stand by and watch; he helped Lou Ze light the fire and fanned gently with a fan. However, seeing a cold-blooded assassin’s leader doing this task felt somewhat out of place.

Lou Ze added the herbs to the decoction at different times, sniffing the aroma before adding more, until he had incorporated all the ingredients into the pot, slowly simmering it.

The herbs brewed for half an hour, but Lou Ze was not satisfied with the result.

“Take this medicine to Old Master Lu for now. This prescription can only temporarily suppress the addiction, not cure it. I need to try other methods. If Young Master Lu asks, tell him the truth.”

Zeng Huo nodded, “Okay.”

After some time, Lou Ze went to the room to take Old Master Lu’s pulse to identify any problems and simultaneously refine the prescription based on the symptoms observed.

After taking the pulse, Lou Ze found multiple issues, mainly the severe damage the divine ointments had inflicted on the internal organs, which were beginning to fail.

He thought to himself, “Take it slow, solve them one by one.”n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

After the consultation, Lou Ze wrote down two more prescriptions for Lu Changyu, “Fetch these medicines for me; I need to conduct more experiments.”

Lu Changyu did not expect his father to be cured in one attempt; managing the symptoms was already a significant step, “Yes.”

He personally went to get the medicine.

Lu Changyu quickly purchased the herbs again, and Lou Ze returned to the kitchen to prepare the medicine himself.

At that time, Tang Jinghong arrived at the Lu Mansion.

Lu Changyu hurriedly went to the front gate to greet him, smiling, “General Tang’s visit brings light to my humble abode. Please, come inside.”

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Tang Jinghong nodded at Lu Changyu, “How have you been lately?”

Lu Changyu’s uncle had once been under Tang Jinghong’s command. Back then, Lu Changyu was still a youth delivering supplies to the military camp, which is how the two became acquainted.

Lu Changyu sighed, a look of helplessness crossing his face, “Thanks to General Tang’s concern, I am fine. It’s just my father who has been afflicted by the divine ointments. He has taken the medicine and is much better now.”

Tang Jinghong immediately showed concern, asking, “Who can prescribe such medicine?”

Lu Changyu replied, “It’s a young man whom our servant saw saving someone on the street with a pill. I invited him to save my father. He is currently in the backyard preparing medicine, saying he needs to study it.”

Tang Jinghong thought for a moment, “Take me to see this person.”

“Alright.” Lu Changyu had no doubts; Tang Jinghong was known for his concern for the people, and having such a talented individual would surely be a boon to the military.

Lu Changyu instructed a servant to call Lou Ze.

Lou Ze had Zeng Huo keep an eye on the fire while he went to the hall to meet the visitor, not expecting to see Tang Jinghong, “I have seen General Tang.”

Upon seeing Lou Ze, a smile curled on Tang Jinghong’s lips, “At ease, please sit.”

Lou Ze declined, “I must return to the kitchen shortly to attend to the medicine.”

Tang Jinghong’s fingers, resting on his leg, gently came together as he observed Lou Ze, who although dressed as a man, still had those beautiful eyes, “May I see the process?”

Lou Ze nodded, “Of course.”

Lu Changyu, “…”

The two returned to the kitchen, where Lou Ze began to cook, “General Tang serves the country and the people; let me cook a meal for you to eat before you leave.”

Tang Jinghong smiled slightly, “I would not refuse such generosity.”

Zeng Huo, “…”

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Lou Ze signaled Zeng Huo, “Bring some firewood in.”

“Right away.” Zeng Huo ran off as if escaping; the rumors of Chu Qingzhi and Tang Jinghong being close were well known, and he preferred not to be a third wheel.

Lou Ze closed all the windows and doors of the kitchen, then transformed back into Chu Qingzhi and kissed Tang Jinghong.

Tang Jinghong, with a languid smile in his eyes, drew Chu Qingzhi into his embrace, speaking softly, “It’s better seeing you like this.”

Chu Qingzhi laughed softly, then asked puzzledly, “What brings you to the Lu Mansion?”

Tang Jinghong whispered in her ear, “I came to see you.”

Chu Qingzhi looked up at Tang Jinghong, “You knew I was here?”

Tang Jinghong by her ear, “I knew. Shuang’er told me.”

“That little traitor,” Chu Qingzhi said worriedly, “Don’t run around recklessly. There are too many in the eastern border who want to kill you. It’s impossible to guard against them all.”

Tang Jinghong wasn’t overly confident, “I know, I will return to the military camp after seeing you.”

Chu Qingzhi quickly said, “Stay for a meal first.”

Tang Jinghong smiled, “Okay.”

After sharing some intimate moments, Chu Qingzhi transformed back into Lou Ze, opened the windows and doors again, and resumed normalcy.

A while later, Zeng Huo brought in the firewood, and Lou Ze prepared a meal, which he shared with Tang Jinghong. After the meal, Tang Jinghong left.

Shortly after, the second batch of medicine was ready. Lou Ze personally took it to Old Master Lu to administer, then took his pulse and observed the progression of the illness.

…

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In Linzhang City.

A constable led the officials to the front of a smokehouse, gesturing, “Seal off the smoking den!”

“Yes, sir.” The officers rushed into the smokehouse, driving everyone out.

Next, they searched for the divine ointments, the priority task.

A constable hurriedly reported, “Captain, there’s no stock of the divine ointments in the smoking den; everyone smoked it all just now.”

The captain said, “Impossible, the owner must have hidden it somewhere. Go, torture him until he reveals the stash.”

“Yes.”

After torturing the owner nearly to death, “It’s really gone, it was stolen last night, I only found out this morning. If you don’t believe me, ask my staff; everyone in the den knows about it.”

The officers immediately brought over other people from the smoking den, all corroborating the story.

The captain speculated, “Could someone have known about the crackdown and moved the goods in advance? Go to the next smokehouse.”

If the next smokehouse was the same, the speculation would hold.

“Yes.”

The same situation occurred in ten consecutive smokehouses.

Realizing something was wrong, the captain immediately reported back to the magistrate.

The magistrate, upon hearing this, groaned with a headache, “Immediately ask the city gate guards if they saw any strange large boxes entering or leaving since last night. If not, the goods are probably still within Linzhang City. Also, tell the gate guards to inspect everyone entering or exiting the city gates. If they refuse inspection, arrest them.”

“Yes, sir.” The captain hurried to act.

The magistrate immediately reported the matter to Tang Jinghong, who had already returned to the military camp. After considering, he asked Chu Qingzhi via the Golden Phoenix if she knew about this.

Chu Qingzhi said, “I know what’s going on. Continue the crackdown; I’ll handle the rest.”

After cutting off contact, Chu Qingzhi went outside to find the little thief from the previous night.

She hadn’t expected this little rascal to steal so much in one night.

The little thief was still happily stealing when Lou Ze appeared before him, “You move fast!”

The little thief lifted his chin, clapping his hands proudly, “Not bad, right?”

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