Chapter 412

"What do you mean?"

Fu Shanyue spread his hands, the small wooden bottle lying in his palm: "Do you know what is inside this?"

His subordinates were surprised when they heard this.

Wasn't this Dragon Marrow in the wooden bottle? The Young Master had gone to such great lengths to snatch it himself, why go and ask an outsider now?

"Who told you that?"

As soon as He Lingchuan said this, Fu Shanyue's face sank. A subordinate couldn't help but say: "Young Master, is this person talking nonsense? Don't believe him."

Fu Shanyue slowly turned his head, stared at him, and asked: "Then who should I believe? Should I believe you, Fu Ji, or should I believe Fujiu?"

Fu Ji's face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth to speak, but Fu Shanyue suddenly slapped him on the crown of his head, knocking him unconscious instantly.

He Lingchuan was displeased: "Be careful, blood splashed on the wall."

He clearly saw that when Fu Ji slid down, his mouth brushed against the wall, leaving a bloodstain.

Fu Shanyue was so ruthless even to his own people? "Ah, sorry, cleaning up internal affairs." Fu Shanyue found a towel to wipe his hands, "Let you see a joke."

"I not only see a joke, I also exerted effort for you." The traps He Lingchuan had set up in the room had all been taken by Fu Ji, "Why bring him to my place to clean up the house?"

Borrowing his strength to clean up his own subordinates, this person was very good at taking advantage.

"Just by the way." Fu Shanyue put away his flippant manner and changed to a serious look, "Please enlighten me on what is inside the bottle."

He Lingchuan sat steadily: "Information has a price; you understand."

"What do you want?"

"See what you have." He Lingchuan spread his hands, "If you are so poor that you only have money left, I can reluctantly accept it."

Fu Shanyue was a bit surprised. This kind of person lacks money?

He Lingchuan kept his smile unchanged. Lacking, why wouldn't he lack?

He was short of money when he was the young master He of Dunyu, and now that he had come to Beijia alone, what he could use in his pocket were the savings he hadn't spent before, which could be described as sitting and eating until the mountain was empty.

He still had a path of cultivation to walk, and every step required money.

Therefore, talking about money is too vulgar, and not talking about money is too tight.

"Understood." Fu Shanyue took out two silver notes from his bosom and placed them on the table, "This is two hundred taels; that's all I have on me right now."

He was out to kill people—no, to negotiate—why would he carry a lot of silver on him?

"Your life is only worth two hundred taels?" Don't belittle yourself like that.

"Can't you give a friendship discount?"

He Lingchuan smiled: "Friendship never gives discounts."

Fu Shanyue was also a bit helpless; he had plenty of hidden weapons on him; as for money, where could he get it in a hurry? "Where is your destination?"

"Lingxu City."

Fu Shanyue thought for a moment: "Add a large mansion in Lingxu City covering five mu!"

He Lingchuan laughed: "Covering five mu, and you have the nerve to call it a large mansion?" His old mansion in Black Water City covered twenty-five mu, five times the size of Fu Shanyue's.

Fu Shanyue curled his lips: "In Lingxu City, it is!"

Speaking of this, he smiled cunningly: "Actually, I don't have to know exactly what this is; just knowing it's not Dragon Marrow is enough!"

As long as he knew he had indeed been misled, that was enough.

He Lingchuan was unmoved: "Without knowing the properties of the poison, how are you going to set a trap to kill back?"

These words hit Fu Shanyue's sore spot accurately, and he subconsciously bared his teeth: "Two hundred taels and a large mansion in Lingxu City, plus I owe you a favor."

"This opportunity doesn't come often." He warned He Lingchuan, "Don't be in a hurry to refuse."

"Alright then, but you still have to answer a few questions for me."

Actually, both of them knew that these two conditions were fundamentally insignificant; it was just that both sides wanted to shake hands and make peace.

There was no deadly feud, and no complex conflict of interest, so why kill each other? Not to mention that the person Fu Shanyue wanted to deal with at this moment wasn't He Lingchuan at all.

"Ask away."

"What relationship do you have with the Chiyan Kingdom monarch?" Still that same question; Bas were rarer than panda blood in his original world, so he couldn't help but make associations.

"He is my father."

Sure enough. He Lingchuan blinked: "Can Bas also have children?"

After all, isn't a Ba... a dead person? Do dead people still have that kind of vitality? However, He Lingchuan had also seen in the 'Medieval Strange Tales' that Sun Fuling had lent him that when a Ba is first born, it doesn't like sunlight, its joints are stiff, and its face is pale; only after its cultivation gradually deepens can its face become rosy and its actions become normal. At that time, it is not much different from a living person, and it even has a pulse again, but in fact, its cultivation method is completely different.

If it has a pulse, it has bodily functions, perhaps... hmm?

"He himself was also very surprised." Fu Shanyue said lightly, "My mother was a human."

His father was also a human once, so there was no reproductive isolation.

"Since you are a prince of the Chiyan Kingdom, why do you want to rob your own envoy?"

"I heard that the gift the Shanyu Kingdom monarch secretly gave to my father is very beneficial to the growth of my cultivation." Fu Shanyue laughed, "Father wouldn't give it to me, so I came to take it myself."

He Lingchuan expressed sympathy: "It sounds like you and your father don't have a good relationship."

"It's alright." Fu Shanyue's smile remained unchanged, "He just wishes I were dead."

"Fatherly kindness and filial piety, indeed." He Lingchuan sighed, "Why is that?"

"This is my family business; it is not convenient to share." Fu Shanyue tilted his chin at him, "I have answered enough questions; it's your turn."

"The liquid in your wooden bottle is not Dragon Marrow, but a kind of poison." He Lingchuan turned up the oil lamp on the five-drawer cabinet, "I have seen the effect of it hitting a person; there is no cure for those who are hit."

"Poison?" He thought it was some amazing thing; Fu Shanyue was instead two parts disappointed, "I don't fear poison."

Creatures like Bas are born immune to all poisons.

"This is not a poison from the human world, but produced by a God Child." He Lingchuan asked him, "Do you know the Ferry Mother?"

He had smelled the fragrance in the bottle at Wind Demon Mountain and identified it: after Wen Xing, the son of the strategist Wen Daolun relied on by Zhong Shengguang, was injured by the ninth child of the Ferry Mother, his wound had emitted this unique sweet fragrance.

So what was in the bottle, did it need to be explained in detail? Fu Shanyue shook his head blankly: "What is that thing?"

"It's not a thing; it's a god." He Lingchuan spread his hands, "Need a living body to do a test."

Fu Shanyue pointed to his subordinate Fu Ji on the side: "What do you think of this one?"

He Lingchuan made a 'please' gesture. So this guy left Fu Ji alive, intending to use him as a test subject.

Fu Shanyue casually took a silver needle and dipped it in the liquid in the wooden bottle; the needle tip was as bright as before, not turning black.

He used this needle tip to prick Fu Ji, who was still unconscious and had no reaction.

Fu Shanyue clearly didn't have much patience, simply stabbing him several more times in the neck, thigh, abdomen, and other places.

After another few dozen breaths, He Lingchuan suddenly said: "Changes are happening."

Fu Shanyue took out a dagger and scraped the places where the needle had pricked; the touch was stiff, or rather hard—the soft skin had turned into something else.

Hmm, it really is wood?

He checked several needle holes again and found signs of woodification appearing everywhere, spreading to the whole body.

Fu Ji also woke up in the strangeness, screaming in shock: "What is going on!"

Fu Shanyue shook the wooden bottle in his hand: "You tested it for me."

Fu Ji struggled to crawl on the ground: "Young Master, spare my life!"

"Who passed the false information that the gift sent by the Shanyu Kingdom was Dragon Marrow?"

Fu Ji couldn't speak clearly.

Fu Shanyue muttered: "I haven't treated you poorly; why would you betray me?"

Fu Ji begged desperately; at this time, his hands and feet could no longer move, and Fu Shanyue remained unmoved.

It wasn't until Fu Ji had completely turned into a wooden sculpture that he patted Fu Ji's shoulder: "This kind of poison has no cure."

And as the blood flow speeded up, it took effect even faster.

Now whoever stood in front of Fu Ji would only think the craftsman was skillful, carving it so vividly, even the painful expression on his face was so sincere.

Fu Shanyue watched in secret shock.

He Lingchuan asked him: "Do you think you can escape if you drink this thing?"

A Ba body could resist strong poison, but it might not be able to resist the effect of woodification. His face looked bad: "I also used mice and rabbits for testing, but at that time, I let them take it orally."

"Snake venom takes effect when it meets blood, but it doesn't do much harm if you eat it. You let the mice and rabbits swallow it; perhaps the efficacy wouldn't take effect so quickly." He Lingchuan reminded him, "Besides, are you sure the mice and rabbits used for testing weren't swapped by someone?"

Fu Shanyue couldn't say that 'no'.

He thought for a moment and asked again: "What kind of god is the Ferry Mother?"

He Lingchuan then popularized the characteristics of the Ferry Mother and her cubs to him.

Fu Shanyue listened and didn't say a word, only exhaling a long breath after a long time: "So that's how it is!"

"Why did the Shanyu Kingdom monarch send this thing to your father?" He Lingchuan asked him, "Or was this thing swapped on the way? I heard the Shanyu Kingdom envoy encountered thieves on the way and spent two days recovering the lost property."

"I don't know." Fu Shanyue shook his head, "But I will find out."

He added: "The Shanyu Kingdom's official army is being beaten back steadily by the rebellious New Army and needs the help of the Chiyan Kingdom." He had read that letter; according to the letter, besides this Dragon Marrow, the Shanyu Kingdom monarch had also opened a gift list for his father.

He Lingchuan was curious: "Can the Chiyan Kingdom send troops to help?"

"Of course not; this belongs to the internal affairs of the Shanyu Kingdom. Other demon kings can only watch the tigers fight from across the mountain and cannot directly enter the field. Otherwise, Lingxu City and other demon kingdoms will definitely punish them severely!"

He Lingchuan noticed the word 'directly': "So it can help indirectly?"

Every rule has loopholes to drill through; Beijia couldn't be an exception.

"Money, grain, goods—all can be transported to the friendly country's battlefield under various names like trade, as long as it is planned well, and a few strong hands can be sent to support. For these, Lingxu City is not easy to manage, and sometimes they will open one eye and close one eye." Fu Shanyue shrugged, "No matter who wins in the end, as long as they pay tribute to Lingxu City and get the god's approval, they can take the throne."

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(End of chapter)