401 Medicinal Herbs (1/2)

”Knock! Knock!”

Morning, the next day.

The sun just rose and a violent knocking noise could already be heard from outside the door.

”Who is it?”

Fang Yuan opened the door groggily and saw two policemen in peak caps, ”What's the matter, officers?”

”Are you Fang Yuan?”

A tall policeman flipped through his records and continued asking, ”Eh, Sambhogakaya Monastery Heart Questioning House's owner? You even sold an Aquilaria Maitreya yesterday?”

”Yes, I have already instructed my shop assistants to pay the taxes!”

Fang Yuan asked confusedly, ”Is there any other matter?”

”Yesterday night, where were you between 12am to 3am?”

The other policemen questioned him sternly. As the policemen represented the law's sense of righteousness, they could easily cause those who were not firm in their thoughts to waver and let the cat out of the bag.

”The weather was so cold and it was so late at night, I was, of course, sleeping at home...” Fang Yuan answered naturally.

”Is there any witness or alibi? The Aquilaria Maitreya brought by Mr Thomas for 500,000 dollars was stolen in the hotel last night!” The policemen questioned Fang Yuan and immediately observed his reactions detailedly.

”Stolen? What the...”

However, Fang Yuan had the acting chops of an award-winning actor. A surprised yet shocked look appeared on his face and the policemen could not observe anything abnormal.

”Ok, if you thought of anything else, please inform us immediately!”

After a round of questioning, the two policemen bowed and left.

”Indeed, they came just to try to scare me…..” Fang Yuan thought.

Fang Yuan closed his courtyard doors. He then watered the medicinal herbs in his garden as usual with a slight smile on his face as he thought, ”What a pity... I had a witness who was absent! And it was your own guy!”

The stalker last night would most likely say that Fang Yuan was at home if not, he would then be admitting he was derelict in his duties.

With him as a witness, Fang Yuan was naturally not worried at all.

After he finished tending his garden, he rode his bicycle to a breakfast stall.

There were not many people at the breakfast stall yet. The steaming hot buns in the bamboo steamers gave out a tantalising and salivating aroma.

Fang Yuan immediately ordered his food and began slowly eating some buns and a bowl of spicy soup.

Suddenly, Fang Yuan noticed Guo Jing enjoying his fried dough and porridge opposite him. Fang Yuan did not know when he appeared. Guo Jing was wearing a pair of sunglasses which was rather odd looking.

After they finished their breakfast, the two of them mixed into the big group of people doing their morning exercise at the park.

”Little Master... you have to treat my injury! Or else I can't even go to work today!”

They then went to a secluded spot in the forest. After ensuring there was no one following them, Guo Jing took off his sunglasses with a bitter smile to reveal a racoon eye which was strangely smaller than it was last night.

”Old Guo, you are a security guard, there's nothing wrong for you to get in a few brawls!”

After Fang Yuan spoke to him last night, Fang Yuan knew more about him. Although Guo Jing was a cultivator, he was not officially a daoist. Instead, he worked as a security guard at a factory. It was the perfect example of being hidden in plain sight.

”I am a nice old man deemed as a mister goody two shoes by the neighbour committee! If those middle-aged women found out I was involved in a fight, they would definitely annoy the hell out of me...” Guo Jing replied.

”Eh, don't worry! Take a seat!”

Fang Yuan pricked the area between Guo Jing's eyebrow with a silver needle and used his technique. A stream of spiritual energy was immediately transferred over to Guo Jing.

Moments later, all the remaining bruises on Guo Jing's body disappeared. He was no different from usual.

”Ah... amazing!”

Guo Jing took out a small mirror and looked at himself. He was satisfied and nodded, ”Little Master, your magical needles skills are really perfect, it really reminds me of the Magical Needler Xue...”

”I merely learnt it from some ancient books, I was lucky to cultivate till such...”

Fang Yuan waved his arms and sat on a piece of rock, ”Old Guo... do you think there are many people like us?”

”I'm afraid not!”

Guo Jing gave a bitter smile, ”I have lived for so long and only met one, which is you... but lately, things are a bit different! Even though no one in my master's sect has ever managed to cultivate the divine techniques in the , which I inherited from my master's master, after fumbling with it these few years, I managed to achieve some results! I can now open my spiritual eye and draw talismans to mess with people!”

”Doesn't that means those people with lineage should have realised it by now and are secretly cultivating?”