18 The Plo (2/2)
Essence: 1.3
Spirit: 1.3
Magic: 1.5
Age: 18
Cultivation: [Martial Artist (2nd Gate)]
Technique: [Black Sand Palm (Grade 2)]
Skills: [Medicine (Level 1)], [Botany (Level 3)]”
”Having trained the Black Sand Palm technique to Grade 2, its power has been greatly boosted. Whenever I prepare to channel the technique, my palms change!”
Every time Fang Yuan intended to use the skill, both his palms would darken in colour, signifying a tremendous increase in pain tolerance.
”Of course, the most important thing was to have broken through the Rest Gate! My Essence and Spirit points have increased by 0.2?”
Fang Yuan was shocked to see that his Magic Points remained at 1.5.
”Was it because the previous upgrade was due to the Questioning Heart Tea, and a normal breakthrough in martial arts only increases Essence and Spirit points? Or is it because my Magic points are too high and thus, a small increase wouldn't be obvious?
Too bad his current experience in martial arts was not enough to help him decipher this problem.
Nevertheless, Fang Yuan was satisfied to know that his Black Sand Palm technique could level up quickly through proficiency points and that the sky was the limit when it came to improving.
”Song Zhigao…”
Fang Yuan clenched his fists and felt a surge of energy.
...
”Wang San hasn't returned yet?”
Currently, Song Zhigao was suffering from sleepless nights.
As the Spirit Returning Sect's comprador, he had a genial look on his face at all times, while his little eyes carried a hint of slyness. Every matter that he was put in charge off, he settled it reliably and appropriately.
Until he tried to deal with that poor rascal from the mountains in a bid to gain favour with Elder Song Zhong and Song Yujie. Everything changed since then.
”Damn it!”
The more he thought about it, the more he felt like throwing his beloved rain flower porcelain teacup onto the floor.
That darn kid had no idea of what was good for him.
When he ordered Old Tian to cut off the supply of necessities to Fang Yuan and to give him a warning, Fang Yuan should have heeded it and fled. Why was he still hanging on?
It was the late afternoon now, nearly dusk, and Wang San had not returned yet. Song Zhigao couldn't sit still and paced up and down his hall.
”That kid might be a mysterious character, but Wang San has always been careful, and had only gone on a scouting trip this time. Surely nothing could've gone wrong?”
Song Zhigao clasped his hands together and waited till nighttime. At this point, he felt a chill in his heart, as well as a tinge of regret.
If only he had known better, he would not have messed with the kid.
A shame that there was an enmity between them now. He had no choice but to take action.
Only when the matter was settled, he could answer to his masters. But what if everything screwed up?
Song Zhigao only had to think about Elder Song Zhong's methods before he became numb in the skull. He suddenly lifted his head and whispered to himself as he faced the city.
”It has come to this. There is no other way.”
”Men!”
He bellowed.
”Yes, Master?”
A manservant shuffled into the room and bowed.
Song Zhigao might be a comprador, but he was influential enough to have a group of servants at his beck and call.
”Find Old Tian from the medical hall and tell him that if he still wants to make a living in Qinghe County, get his ass over here!”
Song Zhigao had a fearsome look on his face.
”Roger!”
The manservant was flummoxed, but he went about his business dutifully. In no time, he had Old Tian following him back into the hall. Old Tian greeted him with a sheepish smile.
”I hope you have been well, Master Song!”
”Old Tian! The herbs and spices in your medical hall are of rather good quality. The Sect has decided to purchase a larger quantity next year!”
Song Zhigao mentioned the news casually as he sent the manservant away.
”Ah? Thank you so much, Master!”
Old Tian bowed multiple with his hands clasped, delighted beyond belief.
”Of course…this is not without a price though. I need you to do something for me!”
Song Zhigao glared at Old Tian. He was confident that Old Tian would give in. The Sect was the medical hall's biggest client. Old Tian could not afford to refuse him.
”Old Tian is at your service, Master. Old Tian will do anything for you even if it means going to Hell and back!”
Old Tian was a worldly man and continued with his public display of loyalty even though he secretly dreaded what was to come.
”Easy! That is…”
Song Zhigao whispered a string of commands into Old Tian's ear. Old Tian immediately turned pale.
”What? This...this…”
”Hehe, I know that Master Wenxin rescued you once. But you owe nothing to Fang Yuan…”
Song Zhigao laughed coldly and issued a threat.
”If you do not obey me, starting from next month, the Sect will no longer take any of your goods. You might as well crawl out onto the streets !”