It has been three days since the murder and body disposal. There are neither thugs from the gambling house making trouble nor government yamen constables coming to arrest people.
Jiang Ming lives a regular life of cultivating qi in the morning, telling stories in the morning and afternoon, cultivating qi in the evening, and practicing the Golden Spear Unyielding Tactic at night.
Now, in Dongdu City, a wave of storytelling and listening to stories has completely risen. And "Investiture of the Gods" is truly the number one trending topic. There is a huge amount of power of sentient beings' wishes coming in every day.
The Misty Qi Absorbing Method has finally shown some slight results. At least Jiang Ming feels that he seems to be even more relaxed.
The disappearance of Luo Tianlin didn't cause much of a stir except for Yinsheng Gambling House. Instead, the disappearance of the falcons bought by many rich kids at high prices kept the Dongdu government yamen busy for a while.
And Jiang Ming has already put more than fifty Iron-beaked Divine Eagles in his gourd. Now when he uses it, it really has some power. That corpse demon from last time would be pecked into a pile of bones in an instant.
At noon this day, Jiang Ming was lying in the courtyard and taking a rest. Chong Heihu was standing on the left and Zheng Lun was standing on the right. Each of them was holding a stone lock.
In these few days, Chong Heihu's progress in martial arts can be described as extremely fast, which made Uncle Fu stare in astonishment. In just a few days, he was comparable to what others would achieve in several years.
And when Zheng Lun saw this, he was also very interested in martial arts. Because he also found that his once cultivation of immortal methods seemed somewhat unsuitable for this world.
Jiang Ming taught him Uncle Fu's Demon Tiger Battle Skill according to the law. He spent more than one thousand four hundred taels to buy a bucket of snake demon's demon blood for him to successfully wash his marrow. And he also comprehended the bloodline supernatural power of that snake demon.
Uncle Fu was even more certain of that guess.
And Jiang Ming also had some ideas. Perhaps those fierce generals in "Investiture of the Gods" are more suitable for martial arts cultivation in this world. They have cultivated immortal methods for half their lives but couldn't become immortals. But perhaps cultivating martial arts might lead to a different path.
"Young master, when will you resurrect the others? I wonder if my parents can also come to this world?" Zheng Lun suddenly asked.
Jiang Ming opened his eyes. "Sorry, I can't do it."
The power of sentient beings' wishes can indeed manifest the characters in "Investiture of the Gods", but at least they have to be those with names. Otherwise, Jiang Ming could create a million-strong army with a wave of his hand if even one person has an emotion for him.
Just at this moment, Uncle Fu happily walked in. "Young master, young master, master is back. He's calling for you."
Jiang Ming immediately got up and followed Uncle Fu to meet his father in this world.
When he came to the front yard tea house, Jiang Ming saw at a glance the middle-aged man leaning against the counter and looking through the account books.
He wasn't very tall. There were some traces of wind and frost on his cheeks. He had thick eyebrows and big eyes. His body was straight. A feeling of being closely related flowed through Jiang Ming's heart.
Naturally, he called out, "Dad."
Jiang Shi turned to look at his son and grinned. "Good boy. While I was away, you were actually able to create such a great achievement. You really are my son!"
Then he looked at the two people behind his son. What extremely brave men!
He had once been a centurion in the border army and had seen those generals in the army. And these two guards actually gave him the feeling of facing those fierce generals. Where did this naughty boy find such treasures?
There are generally not so many sentimental words between father and son. The few people went to the backyard together. Uncle Fu quickly prepared meals so that the father and son could talk while eating.
"Father, I heard from Uncle Fu that you went to prepare demon blood for me to wash my marrow?" Jiang Ming asked. He had been looking forward to it for more than ten days.
Jiang Shi nodded.
"You are old enough. You haven't been lazy these years. Your bones, flesh, and skin have been tempered almost enough. You should be able to endure it."
He then asked, "I heard that you have already decided on your future path?"
Jiang Ming nodded. "I have already made an agreement with Teacher Ji. After washing my marrow, he will give me a courtesy name and recommend me for officialdom."
Jiang Shi didn't object. He was even happy to see it happen.
"Teacher Ji was someone I luckily saved once. Otherwise, you kid wouldn't have the qualification to worship under him. Don't think that he is just a registrar of the educational administration department. But Teacher Ji's teacher is an extraordinary person."
As soon as he said this, Jiang Ming naturally became interested. But Jiang Shi told him not to inquire blindly. Especially after worshipping under Ji Nian, don't ask about this in front of him.
Jiang Ming guessed that there must be some 狗血剧情 in this. Immediately, he secretly remembered it.
Then the father and son talked about the matter of Yinsheng Gambling House again. And Jiang's father's attitude was also to ignore it and pretend not to know.
"It doesn't matter what their purpose is. Don't get involved." Jiang's father seriously reminded.
"Dad, what secrets does our family have? Why did Luo Tianlin repeatedly want to seize our tea house?" Jiang Ming directly asked.
Jiang Shi thought for a while. Anyway, that thing will be used soon. Letting this kid take a look wouldn't hurt.
"Follow me."
Jiang Ming followed his father into his bedroom. Only then did he see Jiang's father take out a key and insert it into a crack on the wall.
Click.
With a loud bang, there was actually a hidden door under the bed. The father and son entered through the hidden door.
Below was a tunnel, pitch black.
Jiang's father stopped his son from going forward and groped in the corner for a long time.
"Okay, let's go."
Below was an extremely deep tunnel. Jiang Ming secretly calculated. This was almost ten meters deep underground. No wonder last time Luo Tianlin dug a pit more than one meter deep there but didn't find it.
When they reached a hidden door, Jiang's father took another key to open it. And finally, what was hidden inside came into Jiang Ming's sight.
"This is the biggest secret of our Jiang family!"
What came into Jiang Ming's sight was a pool three feet square. Paved with white jade. In the pool was a pool of golden-red liquid. It actually seemed to be shimmering with a certain luster like mercury.
Jiang Ming turned his stiff neck and asked, "Dad, this wouldn't be..."
"That's right. This is a pool of demon blood. And it's also the blood of a demon king."
Jiang's father's tone was somewhat emotional. If it weren't for this thing, he would have been a centurion back then. At this time, he might have become a lieutenant general.
But having a precious treasure is a curse. He had to leave far away. But even so, he was almost discovered.
Demon king? Jiang Ming was shocked. A demon king that can be compared to a third-rank warrior. And there are only a handful of third-rank martial artists in the Great Jin.
This is actually a pool of demon king's blood! Even the value of the entire Taihe Tea House probably can't afford a single drop. But his father actually got a whole pool.
So I'm really a rich second generation!
"Dad, what kind of demon king's demon blood is this?"
"How would I know? This is a demon king. If I dared to appear in its sight, I probably wouldn't even know how I died."
Jiang's father had seen great things at the border. Let alone third-rank. Even fifth or sixth-rank great demons could destroy mountains and break mountains as if they were gods and demons. A roar could kill tens of thousands of people. He also got this bit of demon blood by chance.
Looking at this pool of demon blood, Jiang Shi then looked at his son.
"Oh, right. And take this."
Jiang Shi took out a pitch-black bone fragment. It was the one in Luo Tianlin's hand. This thing would resonate with this pool of real demon king's blood. Perhaps it is also some kind of treasure.
He patted Jiang Ming on the shoulder and said, "I'll wash your marrow for you tomorrow. Rest well today. Go."
"Okay."
Jiang Ming nodded. He came out of the secret room with his father. Then he asked Uncle Fu to hang up a notice that there would be no storytelling tomorrow.
Jiang Shi looked at the lively business of the tea house and secretly shook his head. Did he really think he was running the tea house without brains? It was just to prevent too many people from attracting some powerful experts and noticing that pool of real demon king's blood.
"Naughty boy, don't let me down. This pool of real demon king's blood didn't come easily..."