Chapter 6

In the car, Xu Xian, who was making small talk, asked again, "By the way, who is that corpse inside? Do you know?"

"Don’t ask if you don’t know. I have professional ethics!" Yu Xiaoyu didn’t give Xu Xian a good face, but in the end, she asked, "Who is Bai Di?"

Xu Xian coughed and didn’t say a word, because if he told the truth, it would be like cursing someone. This, he felt, was a bit embarrassing to say.

So, the two began to fall silent, until Xu Xian was dropped off at his residential complex. Then she said, "Don’t forget, two percent commission!"

"Got it, got it, you’re really a money lover!" Xu Xian rolled his eyes and waved his hand.

But when Yu Xiaoyu drove away, he instantly turned around and watched the red QQ disappear into the neon lights, merging into the night.

"I never thought that the unattainable dream goddess would turn out to be such a girl. Indeed, without contact, there’s no right to speak! Perhaps such a her feels more real! The goddess of the past was so proud, like a little swan, always making people feel a bit unreal, but now..."

"I never thought she would be an exorcist. What a unique profession, no wonder she often takes leave. But why is she so money-loving? Is it a habit formed from a young age, or is there some unavoidable hardship?"

Xu Xian stared in that direction, lost in thought for a long time before scratching his head and turning to go home.

After taking a shower and returning to his bedroom, Xu Xian turned on his computer and started searching for the name 'Liu Xiaowu.' But the information that came up was all useless. However, when he added 'Huo Cheng's name, the information that popped up made Xu Xian's eyes shine with gossip.

Lover, mistress, third party interference, marriage breakdown, murder...

All this information formed a completely plausible, tear-jerking story in Wei Feng’s mind.

The story went like this: Over ten years ago, Huo Cheng rose to power through his wife’s influence. Then, as the saying goes, men turn bad when they have money. Huo Cheng fell in love with another Miss Liu. He found his wife old and unattractive and planned to divorce her... But the wife, unwilling to accept this, killed the young and beautiful Miss Liu out of anger and buried her body in the backyard of their villa. It must be said, this woman had a lot of nerve to continue living in a house where her enemy was buried.

Then things got simple. Miss Liu, unable to rest in peace, had a lot of resentment that couldn’t dissipate. And unfortunately, she was buried under bamboo, which is known for its yin-gathering effect. In the summer, it’s hot, but in the bamboo forest, it’s cool, and that’s why.

So, with the resentment and yin energy, and with the layout of the Huo family villa slightly altered, the result was clear.

Huo Cheng’s wife, influenced by the yin energy and resentment, had hallucinations, claiming to see unclean things, and eventually went insane and committed suicide. Huo Cheng, also influenced by the yin energy and resentment, suffered mental torment and naturally became listless and depressed...

In Xu Xian’s mind, this was probably the truth. The incident involved murder, and although the murderer had been punished, as a prominent figure, Huo Cheng naturally didn’t want this family scandal to be made public. So, a gag fee was normal.

Having benefited, with the Nine Yang Heavenly Art breaking through to the second level, and being in the second level of Qi cultivation, and with an additional 500,000 yuan, Xu Xian didn’t care about these matters; they had nothing to do with him. The 100,000 yuan did make him a bit heartbroken, though.

Of course, thinking about the 100,000 yuan going to that 'money-loving goddess,' Xu Xian wasn’t as heartbroken anymore.

And don’t forget, Xu Xian went there just to cultivate. The 400,000 yuan was completely unearned, and at most, he found the source of the clue. But even without his help, Yu Xiaoyu would have found it herself eventually.

This was evident from her determined expression at the end.

So, he should be smiling, not heartbroken!

The next day, Xu Xian went to the bank, deposited the 500,000 yuan check into his account, and then opened another account, depositing 100,000 yuan, which he gave to Yu Xiaoyu. He smiled and said, "If there’s such business again, I’d be happy to help!"

"We’ll see!" Yu Xiaoyu flicked her long hair and left him with a glamorous back view.

"You actually had the nerve to talk to your dream goddess, you’ve made progress!" Yao Xiaopang, with a sly smile, hugged Xu Xian’s shoulder and teased, "By the way, you just gave her a bank card, don’t tell me you’re keeping her as a mistress!"

"I’d like to, but is she that kind of person?" Xu Xian rolled his eyes. Although she loved money, given that she was willing to exorcise evil for a living, she probably wasn’t interested in being a mistress. Besides, as a proud woman in the mystic world, would she easily look favorably upon a secular person?

Xu Xian thought it was unlikely! If he weren’t a cultivator, and if he hadn’t revealed his abilities in a fit of anger, she probably wouldn’t have given him a second glance. This was the result of different perspectives and positions.

The saying 'your position determines your thinking' was spot on!

Speaking of which, if he were an ordinary person, they would be from two different worlds, and there would be no possibility of their paths ever crossing. Those vague and beautiful moments could only be buried deep in his heart, gradually turning yellow, perhaps to be reminisced about when he was old.

...

In the following days, Xu Xian locked himself in his bedroom, of course, his reason was to review.

Seeing their son suddenly become sensible and diligent, Fei Qiue and Xu Wanshan, as parents, naturally wouldn’t disturb their son’s hard work.

In fact, Xu Xian was indeed working hard, but not on reviewing knowledge, but on cultivating and refining pills in the Immortal Mansion.

The pill furnace was a good one, and the fire for refining pills was also good, being the Nine Yang Flame he generated within his body. However, the difficulty of controlling the fire was making Xu Xian quite frustrated. He refined several dozen furnaces, using up tens of thousands of yuan worth of herbs, and even a hundred-year-old ginseng, but not a single furnace was successful.

Not to mention, he also wasted over ten Green Spirit Pills, which were used to replenish true qi. If it weren’t for the gradual increase in his cultivation over these days, Xu Xian would have cried.

But Fei Qiue and Xu Wanshan didn’t know about these things. Xu Xian naturally came out to eat at meal times and then returned to his room to work hard.

Finally, Xu Xian was furious, took the herbs and a piece of hundred-year-old ginseng, and ran to the kitchen, throwing all the materials into a pressure cooker. Then he turned on the gas stove... Soon, Xu Xian slapped himself, "What the hell! How could I be so stupid! I didn’t even add water to boil the herbs... I’m a pig!"

Using a pill furnace to refine pills gave no feeling, but using a pressure cooker to boil herbs made everything clear.

Isn’t it true that ignorance is really scary? Lack of experience is also very scary!

And using a pressure cooker to boil herbs, he was probably the first to do so.

When Fei Qiue, who had gone to buy groceries, smelled the medicinal aroma wafting from the kitchen, she was stunned.

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