Chapter 24

《Comprehensive Collection of Ancient and Modern Elixirs and Prescriptions》

《Eating First, Cultivating Qi Second, Eating Your Way to a Wonderful Future》

《The Art of the Bedchamber, Treasure Essence Techniques, 361 Secret Methods of Yin and Yang Union》

《In the Age of Declining Dharma, Is There Still a Need for Cultivation Sects? Where Should We Go from Here?》

Qixiang glanced over and found that, apart from a small portion of more traditional Daoist classics, most of the books on the shelves were various peculiar and unusual collections of essays.

The densely packed collections of essays made Qixiang's eyes dazzle and his heart filled with surprise.

At this moment, Chen Bixue pulled out a book from the shelf, a cold smile appearing on his face. "I found it. It should be this one."

Qixiang hurriedly looked over and saw Chen Bixue holding a thick book, walking out and placing it on a nearby desk to read.

Qixiang hesitated for a moment and then followed over.

The desk was clean and tidy, spotless. On the desk, writing tools such as ink, paper, water washers, and brush stands were neatly arranged.

Qixiang, affected by his profession, observed each item and found that these writing tools were not simple. They seemed to be valuable antiques. However, the most valuable item was the desk itself.

The desk appeared to be made of huanghuali wood, with layers of patterns on the surface, some hidden and some visible, vivid and varied, with a soft, elegant color and a faint, pleasant fragrance.

Qixiang's gaze moved, and he suddenly noticed a yellowed letter lying face down on the desk. To prevent it from being blown away by the wind, it was pressed down by a paperweight in the shape of a tiger.

Qixiang only noticed the letter because he saw the paperweight. He approached and stared, and inadvertently, his gaze penetrated the thin paper and saw the content inside.

This was mainly because his透视 (penetrative) ability was not yet fully mastered and could not be controlled at will.

At first, Qixiang was startled and tried to look away, but at the same time, he was attracted by the content of the letter and couldn't help but read it word by word.

The letter contained not much, about a hundred words.

Qixiang quickly finished reading it, but his heart was like a stormy sea, unable to calm down for a long time.

"Indeed, as expected..."

Suddenly, Chen Bixue reached out and said, "Give it to me!"

"What?" Qixiang was taken aback.

"Walnuts..." Chen Bixue indicated, "Let's compare them."

"Huh?" Qixiang came to his senses and hurriedly looked over. The thick book was opened, and on one page, there was an illustration depicting a pair of walnuts.

Qixiang quickly took out the walnuts for comparison and saw that the white outline in the book, when examined in detail, was indeed very similar to the real walnuts. Especially the position of the inscriptions and marks, they matched perfectly.

"What is this?" Qixiang was very surprised.

"Secret records of the Qing imperial court," Chen Bixue said. "It details various treasures hidden in the Qing imperial court. This pair of walnuts is one of them. No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity when I saw them earlier."

"Secret records of the Qing imperial court?" Qixiang was stunned. "Is there such an archival record?"

"Secret, not public," Chen Bixue said casually. "It seems that Old Wei was right. This pair of items is indeed a treasure left by Emperor Qianlong. They can clear the mind, improve eyesight, and nourish the blood and qi. Interesting..."

Next to the illustration, there was a text description.

Qixiang also saw it, and his expression became somewhat strange. The text mentioned that Emperor Qianlong lived to be eighty-nine years old, becoming a long-lived emperor, because he rubbed this pair of walnuts daily in his old age.

Is this true or false?

Qixiang was lost in thought, suddenly remembering that this pair of walnuts had a layer of spiritual light...

"One million, I'll take it." At this moment, Chen Bixue casually closed the book and said, "Do you want cash or a check?"

"Check..." Qixiang wasn't foolish and definitely didn't want to carry a box of cash around the street, attracting unwanted attention.

"Good, let's go." Chen Bixue nodded, put the book back, and called for Qixiang to leave.

Qixiang followed closely, and when they reached the stairs, he couldn't help but look back at the long sword. He vaguely saw a flash of sword light.

When they reached the ground floor, Chen Bixue went into a room and came out with a check in hand.

Qixiang took the check and, being sensible, handed over the walnuts.

Chen Bixue was quite satisfied, took the walnuts, and with a wave of his sleeve, said, "You can leave now."

"Grinding the millstone and then killing it... No, it should be crossing the river and then dismantling the bridge." Qixiang grumbled to himself. He had wanted to ask some questions, but seeing Chen Bixue's aloof demeanor, he had no choice but to leave.

Qixiang, preoccupied with thoughts, wandered back to the study, only to find it empty. Fortunately, someone was tidying up, and he quickly inquired to find out what had happened.

He continued to wander and slowly made his way to the courtyard. Fortunately, he arrived just as the banquet was about to start.

Hundreds of tables were neatly arranged, and dozens of graceful young women, like fluttering butterflies, carried steaming hot dishes and skillfully placed them on the tables.

In no time, the banquet was in full swing, and everyone took their seats.

Qixiang, being considerate, sat at the farthest table, sharing a table with seven or eight people he didn't know. Everyone smiled and toasted, enjoying the sumptuous feast.

The banquet lasted for a long time, over two hours. During this time, Chen Futu came out with a group, holding a chubby baby, and went from table to table toasting everyone.

After a round, the banquet was nearing its end.

Qixiang wiped his mouth with a napkin and saw Jiang Baiwan coming out of a nearby room. He hurriedly went to meet him.

Jiang Baiwan, seeing Qixiang, had a complex look in his eyes but then smiled. "Let's go."

"Can we go back now?" Qixiang looked up at the sky, feeling it was still early.

"Having met the people, eaten the meal, and achieved our goal, there's no point in staying," Jiang Baiwan said, in a good mood. "And by evening, more guests will arrive, making it more chaotic. We don't need to join in that."

Jiang Baiwan said this, and Qixiang had no objections, so he followed him out of the villa.

From the halfway point of the mountain to the foot, it was quite a distance.

The mountain path was winding, with lush trees on both sides, creating a serene atmosphere.

After walking for a while, Jiang Baiwan suddenly asked, "Qixiang, did you sell the walnuts?"

"I sold them," Qixiang said frankly. He was severely short of money, almost on the brink of bankruptcy, and wouldn't miss such a rare opportunity to make money.

"One million?" Jiang Baiwan asked.

"Yes," Qixiang nodded, patting his chest pocket. "I have the check."

"Ah..." Jiang Baiwan suddenly sighed. "Brother, didn't you know this was a good opportunity?"

Qixiang was puzzled. "What good opportunity?"

"Are you really clueless, or are you pretending?"

Jiang Baiwan, frustrated, said, "Chen Futu mentioned that he wanted you to help take care of the child. That was just an intention. If you had given the walnuts to Chen Bixue, he would owe you a favor, and the matter would be settled."

"Compared to one million and a bright future, which is more important?"

Jiang Baiwan shook his head and stomped his foot. "Brother, you might be missing out on a great opportunity."

"But..." Qixiang blinked. "I never intended to agree to be Chen Futu's nanny. I hate children; they cry and make noise, driving me crazy."

"Hey?" Jiang Baiwan was stunned, silent for a moment, then widened his eyes. "Qixiang, are you crazy? Are you running a fever?"

"Boss Jiang, I'm very clear-headed," Qixiang said, trying to find a reason. "I just feel that working for a wealthy family would come with many rules, and I'm afraid I wouldn't adapt."

"True," Jiang Baiwan thought for a moment and nodded. "The deep waters of the wealthy are indeed restrictive. But in return, there are many benefits that many people dream of. Can you bear to give them up?"

"At this point, even if I regret it, it's too late," Qixiang said with a smile. "I can't return the check now and expect everything to go as I wish. Being indecisive would definitely lead to a bad outcome."

"You're right!" Jiang Baiwan sighed. "What a pity!"

Qixiang smiled, quickened his pace, and reached the foot of the mountain. He drove out of the parking lot and slowly left Moling Town, heading towards the city.

Not long after they left, Yun Zhongwu hurriedly came down the mountain with his people. He got into a luxury car and slammed the door in frustration. His face turned completely dark, as if frozen with a thick layer of ice.

"Bang!"

Yun Zhongwu suddenly punched the leather seat, venting the anger he had been holding in for hours. He knew he had failed.

Although Chen Futu didn't say anything on the surface and treated him the same as usual, he was clear that his impression in Chen Futu's mind had definitely taken a hit.

If he couldn't salvage this impression, it might become a crucial factor in tipping the balance at a critical moment.

"Damn Jiang Zhongliu..."

Yun Zhongwu's expression was unpredictable. He suddenly grabbed his phone and dialed a number, then coldly ordered, "Wang Dong, the kid who went to the rooftop with you offended me. Go give him a lesson and show him who's in charge."

Without waiting for Wang Dong's reaction, he hung up and turned off his phone.

Having done this, Yun Zhongwu's eyes turned cold, filled with calculating light.

He issued this vague order to test whether Wang Dong had betrayed him. If Wang Dong had betrayed him, he wouldn't follow the order.

If Wang Dong hadn't betrayed him, that would be even better. After all, the kid was annoying, and it was his own fault for getting involved with Jiang Zhongliu.

But then again, if Wang Dong hadn't betrayed him, who had leaked the information? Could there be another spy planted by Jiang Zhongliu in his circle?

For a moment, Yun Zhongwu fell into deep thought, his expression sinister and terrifying...

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