Chapter 566: Iron-Ribbed Bamboo (High Energy in this Chapter, Non-Combatants Please Evacuate)

Sun Sun Tiecheng pointed at the blood-stained ball of thread and said to Fan Fan Zhongfu: "The person in this ball is you. You used the 'Seamless' technique to collect yourself into this piece of clothing."

Fan Fan Zhongfu looked at the ball of thread in his hand in a daze and shook his head: "This cannot be me."

The logic was very simple. He used the technique himself; how could he collect himself into it?

Sun Sun Tiecheng said: "It must be you. If not you, then who else could it be?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu looked at the ball of thread in his hand, seemingly waking up a bit: "No, I just collected you into it."

Sun Sun Tiecheng laughed upon hearing this: "Are you talking nonsense? I am right in front of you, safe and sound. When did you collect me?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu touched the ball of thread in his hand. Blood was still seeping out, and the flesh and blood inside seemed to be jumping.

He was afraid. The more afraid he was, the faster his heart beat. The faster his heart beat, the faster the flesh and blood in his hand jumped.

"Then, even if it's not you, it, it might not be me either." Fan Fan Zhongfu spoke with no confidence. The only explanation now was that when he used the technique, he hadn't collected this middle-aged man in front of him, but had collected some unknown person.

Sun Sun Tiecheng sighed: "You are so stupid. Look carefully, I am in front of you, safe and sound.

This is definitely not me."

While speaking, Sun Sun Tiecheng pointed at Qiu Qiu Zhiheng again: "This person is as thin as a monkey, but he is also standing there safe and sound. Definitely not him either."

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng didn't know what to say. He didn't know what the situation was in front of him. Fan Fan Zhongfu was an invincible existence for Qiu Qiu Zhiheng.

However, in front of this middle-aged man, Fan Fan Zhongfu became an existence that could be manipulated at will.

It wasn't a metaphor; it was truly being manipulated.

Sun Sun Tiecheng said to Fan Fan Zhongfu: "There are only three of us here. Not me, and not him. You say, who else could it be? Doesn't it just leave you?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu was speechless.

Having lived for so many years, he had never seen a real Foolish Cultivator, nor had he seen the technique of reversing cause and effect. He didn't know what method this middle-aged man in front of him had used.

Sun Sun Tiecheng said: "If you don't believe it, squeeze the ball of thread in your hand and see if it hurts?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu's hands had been trembling; he didn't dare to squeeze.

Sun Sun Tiecheng waved his hand, as if performing magic, and changed the ball of thread into his own hand: "You can't bear to squeeze it,

I'll help you. See if it hurts."

He took it, and he squeezed it.

Sun Sun Tiecheng held the ball of thread in his hand and squeezed it gently. Fan Fan Zhongfu's whole body's bones cracked, and he fell to the ground with a thud.

Pain, heart-piercing pain!

But after the pain, Fan Fan Zhongfu was a bit puzzled. Where did his bones come from?

He was a Clothing Cultivator, a Clothing Cultivator above the clouds. His flesh, bones, and internal organs had long turned into clothes.

This is a trick!

This is an illusion!

That ball of silk thread is definitely not me. I was tricked by him!

Fan Fan Zhongfu gritted his teeth, immediately got up, flicked his hand, and threw out ten thousand needles and threads, surrounding Sun Sun Tiecheng.

Clothing Cultivator technique, "Stepping on Lines and Moving Needles."

These needles and threads formed a special formation. Anyone trapped in the formation could not move easily, otherwise they would be cut by the silk threads.

Between the intertwining silk threads, there seemed to be many gaps and holes. Don't ever think about escaping from these gaps and holes. If you stretch a hand out from a hole, the hand will be cut off. If you poke your head out, your head will fall off.

The formation formed by the "Stepping on Lines and Moving Needles" technique had no path for escape at all. The method to break the formation was to destroy these needles and threads.

But these needles and threads were extremely tough. To destroy them, one needed targeted techniques or weapons.

Fan Fan Zhongfu's combat tactics were very clear. If the needle and thread formation could trap this middle-aged man, he would kill him immediately and then deal with Qiu Qiu Zhiheng.

If the needle and thread formation couldn't trap this middle-aged man, it could at least delay some time, giving Fan Fan Zhongfu a chance to escape.

Sun Sun Tiecheng was trapped in the needle and thread formation, looking at Fan Fan Zhongfu: "Does it hurt at all?"

He squeezed the silk thread ball in his hand again.

Fan Fan Zhongfu vomited a mouthful of blood and collapsed to the ground again. Under the severe pain, the formation couldn't be maintained, and the needles and threads scattered into a ball.

What exactly is going on?

Isn't it a trick?

Why does the pain feel so real?

Sun Sun Tiecheng kicked away the needles and threads at his feet and came to Fan Fan Zhongfu, smiling: "Just say it, is this you?" Fan Fan Zhongfu nodded: "Senior, you say it is, then it is. As long as you spare my life, I will do whatever you say."

"Spare you?" Sun Sun Tiecheng squeezed the ball of thread again, and Fan Fan Zhongfu felt his bones and internal organs being squeezed into meat paste.

He rolled his eyes in pain.

"What reason is there to spare you?" Sun Sun Tiecheng squatted on the ground, looking at Fan Fan Zhongfu, "You lied to me just now, saying you knew where the iron-ribbed bamboo was. I am an honest person and really believed your words. I didn't expect you to strike at me.

Don't you deserve to die, you bird-man?"

"Senior, I am a person from Xuehua Pu. If you want to kill me, you have to look at Xuehua Pu's face."

Sun Sun Tiecheng laughed: "What face does Xuehua Pu have? Looking at the face means looking at snow cream. Snow cream is a good thing to rub on the face. Are you snow cream?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu said the same thing: "Senior says whatever it is. If you say it's snow cream, then I am snow cream."

Sun Sun Tiecheng stretched out his hand toward Fan Fan Zhongfu: "Fine, squeeze some cream for me to see."

"I, I can't squeeze it out."

"I'll help you squeeze?" Sun Sun Tiecheng squeezed the ball of thread.

Fan Fan Zhongfu howled loudly: "The junior had eyes but didn't see, and offended the senior unintentionally. Senior, please raise your hand high and don't hold it against me. As long as you spare my life, I will do whatever you want."

Sun Sun Tiecheng nodded: "You tell me first, do you truly know where the iron-ribbed bamboo is?"

"Senior, I truly don't know." Fan Fan Zhongfu didn't lie; he truly didn't know where the iron-ribbed bamboo was.

There is iron-ribbed bamboo on Bitter Wushan—this is just a legend. Fan Fan Zhongfu had never seen iron-ribbed bamboo in his life. In the entire Puluo Continent, there were very few people who had seen iron-ribbed bamboo.

"You don't know, then why should I keep you?" Sun Sun Tiecheng squeezed the ball of thread back and forth several times.

Fan Fan Zhongfu felt his bones and internal organs being squeezed into meat paste.

He had tortured many people with the "Seamless" technique. Only today did he truly know what this technique felt like.

"Sen, Senior, let me say a word. I know where the iron-ribbed bamboo is—"

Sun Sun Tiecheng rubbed the ball of thread: "If you know, then say it."

This ball of thread became Fan Fan Zhongfu's nightmare. Looking at it for one more glance felt like suffering a thousand cuts.

"Senior, I truly can't remember—"

Sun Sun Tiecheng was about to squeeze the ball of thread again. Fan Fan Zhongfu shouted hoarsely: "I will take you, Senior! I will take you right now! I haven't been to Bitter Wushan for many years and have indeed forgotten a bit. Once I pass through this forest, I will be able to remember. Senior, I can truly remember!"

Fan Fan Zhongfu's tears flowed like a waterfall. Sun Sun Tiecheng sighed: "You are also quite pitiful. Fine, you lead the way, I will believe you once."

The two walked into the forest. Qiu Qiu Zhiheng stood in place, not knowing what to do.

Sun Sun Tiecheng looked back: "Why are you running? Don't run. Following me is quite good. If you run now, you will definitely regret it!"

As soon as the words fell, Qiu Qiu Zhiheng saw Fan Fan Zhongfu running down the mountain like a flying foot. After running a few steps, with a "poof," he disappeared on the hillside.

The fog on Bitter Wushan was very thick. Qiu Qiu Zhiheng didn't know why Fan Fan Zhongfu disappeared. Walking a bit closer, Qiu Qiu Zhiheng smelled some strange smell, and then heard Fan Fan Zhongfu's struggle.

Poof, poof!

Fan Fan Zhongfu was struggling to swim in a pool of golden soup, but the golden soup was too thick. Every step Fan Fan Zhongfu took forward, he had to endure great resistance.

Why would there be such a large golden soup pool on Bitter Wushan?

This place shouldn't be suitable for farming. Who would build such a large project here?

After a difficult struggle, Fan Fan Zhongfu finally swam to the edge of the pool.

He grabbed the slippery pool wall and used the Clothing Cultivator technique—"Feather Clothing Growing Wings."

The clothes on his body gathered on his back, disassembled into strips of silk thread, and the silk threads re-wove and crossed, turning into a pair of huge wings.

The wings absorbed enough golden juice and became a bit heavy, but after flapping a few times, Fan Fan Zhongfu still flew up.

The golden soup pool was very deep. Every foot Fan Fan Zhongfu flew higher was very strenuous.

This was not only because his feather wings were very heavy, but also because his body was severely corroded by the golden juice.

Ever since he fell into the golden soup pool, he had returned to the state of a Clothing Cultivator. There was no flesh or bones on his body, only layers upon layers of clothes, but from the innermost layer to the outermost layer, every piece of clothing was corroded with a thousand holes.

This was equivalent to a normal person having a thousand holes burned into their body. In this state, Fan Fan Zhongfu could still fly, showing his profound cultivation.

Flying up inch by inch, Fan Fan Zhongfu finally flew to the edge of the pool.

Xu Lao stood by the pool and casually sprinkled a spoonful of golden soup downwards.

This was the Gold Cultivator technique, "Jin Guang Shining Everywhere."

Under the reflection of the golden light, the pair of feather wings on Fan Fan Zhongfu's back turned into flying ash, and his whole body fell into the pool again.

Sun Sun Tiecheng sighed and stood by the pool, saying to Fan Fan Zhongfu: "You say you, why don't you listen? I told you not to run, but you wouldn't listen. Regret it now, right?"

Seeing Xu Lao come, Qiu Qiu Zhiheng breathed a sigh of relief.

Xu Han asked: "Little Qiu, what are you doing on Bitter Wushan?"

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng took the blood-skin apricot flower from his basket and said to Xu Han: "I wanted to pick some blood-skin apricots for Yao Lao to eat."

Xu Han laughed: "Silly boy, just tell me directly next time. Try to come to this kind of place as little as possible. Hurry down the mountain."

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng turned and walked down the hillside. Sun Sun Tiecheng said: "Don't drive people away. People are here to pick apricots! Little brother, there are indeed apricots in that forest. Pick a few more and bring a portion for Old Xu. If it weren't for Old Xu saving you today, you would have lost your life."

Yes, it was all thanks to Xu Lao saving me that I picked up this life.

Qiu Qiu Zhiheng looked back. He was a bit worried for Xu Lao.

Xu Han waved his spoon, signaling him to leave quickly.

Seeing Qiu Qiu Zhiheng walk far away, Sun Sun Tiecheng sighed: "Old Xu, what are you doing? People are truly here to pick apricots. Aren't you delaying people's proper business?"

Xu Han looked at Sun Sun Tiecheng and said: "Don't worry about what people are doing. Tell me first, what are you doing here?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng looked at the golden soup pool, smiled, and didn't speak.

Xu Han poured another spoonful on Fan Fan Zhongfu's head. This technique was called "Golden Juice Covering the Top." The golden juice flowed down from Fan Fan Zhongfu's head at a constant speed until he was covered in golden yellow. Now Fan Fan Zhongfu couldn't hear anything, and except for the golden light in his eyes, he couldn't see anything either.

Seeing this, Sun Sun Tiecheng opened his mouth: "I came to Bitter Wushan because I wanted to get some iron-ribbed bamboo to refine medicine."

Xu Han frowned: "Who told you that iron-ribbed bamboo is used for refining medicine?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng laughed: "Don't worry about this. Just say whether you'll give it or not?"

Xu Han shook his head: "Such precious medicinal materials, why must I give them to you?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng raised his eyebrows: "Just based on the friendship between us in the past."

Xu Han still shook his head: "I have no friendship with you."

"If not friendship, then let's talk about grievances."

"I have no grievances with you either. I didn't participate in the destruction of Foolish City."

Sun Sun Tiecheng nodded: "You didn't participate, which proves you are a friend of my Old Sun. Friends meet, so they should drink and talk about the past. Why must they fight with swords and guns?"

Xu Han thought for a while and felt this made sense. He scooped a spoonful from the pool and sent it to Sun Sun Tiecheng: "Why don't we have a drink?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng nodded: "Fine, let's drink together!"

Xu Han untied the wine gourd from his waist and drank the wine in the gourd clean: "I'll drink first." The wine was all drunk by him, leaving only the golden soup in the iron spoon.

Sun Sun Tiecheng sighed and gave a bitter smile: "You old thing, why are you so stubborn?"

Xu Han also sighed: "I am a farmer. But as long as I follow your path, it is always the farmer who suffers."

Sun Sun Tiecheng waved his hand: "Let's not talk about other things. Let's talk about this proper business. I want iron-ribbed bamboo. Do you give it or not?"

Xu Han said: "You want it, I don't want to give it. Talking like this is useless. It's better to have a fight."

"I already told you, we are friends, don't move swords and guns. How about this, let's have him judge. Whatever he says, we do!" Sun Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Fan Zhongfu in the pool.

Xu Han scooped Fan Fan Zhongfu up with the spoon.

Fan Fan Zhongfu wiped the golden juice off his face and looked at Sun Sun Tiecheng and Xu Han.

Sun Sun Tiecheng spoke first: "We have a matter between us and want you to judge. I came all the way to Bitter Wushan to pick some medicinal materials, but this old man refuses to give them. You say, what should be done about this?"

Xu Han used the spoon to stir the golden juice in the pool: "Ordinary medicinal materials can be given, but some medicinal materials are worth a fortune, so it's not something he can just take away with one word."

Sun Sun Tiecheng said: "One word isn't enough, then we'll say a few more. You name a price, and I'll buy it."

Xu Han said: "I won't name a price. I won't sell it to you. I just won't let you take it. What can you do?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng looked at Fan Fan Zhongfu: "Listen, is what he said reasonable?"

Xu Han also looked at Fan Fan Zhongfu: "Tell me, what exactly is reason?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu licked his lips and looked at Xu Han first.

He knew this was the Gold Cultivator ancestor. When he came, someone in Xuehua Pu had warned him to stay away from Xu Han, but he didn't expect he wouldn't be able to avoid Xu Han and would meet another ruthless person.

Sun Sun Tiecheng was impatient and squeezed the ball of thread in his hand: "Asking you a question, why don't you speak?"

Xu Han was also a bit angry and shook the spoon in front of Fan Fan Zhongfu: "What are you hesitating for? If you've thought it through, just say it clearly!"

How to say it?

Siding with Sun Sun Tiecheng meant offending Xu Han, which meant going into the golden pool.

Siding with Xu Han meant offending Sun Sun Tiecheng, and also meant being cut into a thousand pieces.

Fan Fan Zhongfu knelt on the ground and kowtowed to the two: "Two seniors, two grandfathers, you are magnanimous, please spare my life."

Hearing this, neither of them was happy.

Sun Sun Tiecheng squeezed the ball of thread: "I think you're sick. You can't even speak clearly. I have to loosen your bones properly."

"Don't loosen my bones, medicine is needed to cure illness," Xu Han sent the spoon to Fan Fan Zhongfu's mouth, "Come, junior, open your mouth."

If he didn't speak today, it wouldn't work.

Fan Fan Zhongfu had never thought he would have such a day, being able to judge for these two world-class experts.

After careful consideration, Fan Fan Zhongfu spoke. He looked at Sun Sun Tiecheng and said: "I think this big brother is reasonable. Everyone is a friend. People came from far away, didn't steal, didn't rob, just picked some medicinal materials. It is reasonable to give people convenience."

Sun Sun Tiecheng laughed: "Old Xu, listen to what this person said!"

Fan Fan Zhongfu wasn't talking nonsense; he had truly thought it through carefully.

If he offended Sun Sun Tiecheng, the ball of thread would be squeezed a few more times, and his life would be gone.

But if he offended Xu Han, he would just soak in the golden pool for a while, and his life could still be saved.

If he could survive, he would still have a chance to escape.

Xu Han sighed. Since there was an agreement, given his and Sun Sun Tiecheng's status, they couldn't break their word on this kind of matter.

"Old Sun, I truly cannot tell you where the iron-ribbed bamboo grows."

Sun Sun Tiecheng folded his hands: "If you don't keep your word, you are bullying an honest person."

Xu Han pointed at Fan Fan Zhongfu: "You hand this person over to me, and I will get you two bamboo shoots. How about that?"

"Fine!" Sun Sun Tiecheng nodded, "I don't want the bamboo leaves, I don't want the bamboo poles, I just want the bamboo shoots!"

He wanted bamboo shoots!

Xu Han's expression became even more solemn.

Sun Sun Tiecheng folded his hands: "Why, don't want to give them again? The mouth is under the nose, and the spit is a nail. Old Xu, I respect you quite a bit, you have to keep your word!"

"Fine, I keep my word. You wait here, I'll go get the bamboo shoots."

After a while, Xu Han returned, holding two bamboo shoots, "Ten iron ribs. Check the goods yourself. If you feel something is wrong later, I won't accept returns."

Sun Sun Tiecheng checked the bamboo and nodded: "The things you bring definitely can't be fake."

After speaking, Sun Sun Tiecheng cupped his hands and left with the bamboo shoots.

Xu Han looked at Fan Fan Zhongfu and laughed: "Now it's just the two of us."

Fan Fan Zhongfu knelt and kowtowed, shouting repeatedly: "Senior, spare my life! I never thought about offending you. I came here to find Qiu Qiu Zhiheng. I stayed in Medicine Yao Wang Gou for many days and didn't dare to find him, just because I was afraid of offending you. I only followed him when I learned Qiu Qiu Zhiheng went up Bitter Wushan. You also saw it just now, Qiu Qiu Zhiheng is safe and sound. I didn't beat him or kill him, I just scared him twice. Senior, you can't take my life because of this little matter!"

"Get up first. I don't want to kill you. I will ask you three things. If you answer truthfully, I will let you go."

Fan Fan Zhongfu nodded: "Senior, please speak."

"First thing, why are you looking for trouble with Little Qiu?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu answered truthfully: "I am a person from Xuehua Pu. The people above me asked me to find Qiu Qiu Zhiheng and lure Li Qi out through him, and then investigate the whereabouts of the Mysterious Red Lotus through Li Qi."

Xu Han heard this and asked the second question: "Everyone says Xuehua Pu works for the Peddler. Have you ever seen the Peddler in Xuehua Pu?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu said: "I have never seen the Peddler in the Pu."

"Third thing, have you ever seen the Peddler outside Xuehua Pu?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu lowered his head and said: "That is definitely seen. When I entered the Daoist sect, I bought medicinal powder from the Peddler."

Xu Han shook his head: "That's not what I'm asking about. I'm asking if you encountered the Peddler after joining Xuehua Pu?"

"I have encountered him too. I once found him to buy some things. Naturally, I didn't dare to lose respect for him, but I couldn't talk much with him, especially about the matters in the Pu. That is absolutely not to be mentioned.

Xuehua Pu has rules. Unless there is a mission, you cannot talk about the matters in the Pu once you leave the Pu,

and you cannot recognize the people in the Pu. Even in front of the Peddler, you have to pretend to be an ordinary person and cannot let people see anything special."

After the three questions were asked, Xu Han pondered for a good while.

He put away the spoon and said to Fan Fan Zhongfu: "I can let you go now, but you must be an inside agent for me when you return to Xuehua Pu. You must write me a letter every day to inform me of the situation in Xuehua Pu."

Fan Fan Zhongfu nodded repeatedly.

One letter a day, can he do it?

He couldn't do it, and he wouldn't even be an inside agent for Xu Han.

He just wanted to escape as soon as possible. No matter what Xu Han said, he agreed.

Xu Han took out two gold bars, real gold bars, and handed them to Fan Fan Zhongfu: "Use this to write letters in the future. If there is paper, write on paper. If there is no paper, write on the wall. If there is no wall, write on the ground. As long as you can write the words, I will be able to receive them. Remember?"

Fan Fan Zhongfu took the gold bars and nodded: "I remember."

"Remember, then go down the mountain. With your cultivation, you can leave Bitter Wushan within an hour. When the time comes, you find a place to stay first, and then write the first letter to me. Remember?"

"Remember!"

"I will warn you one more time. Within an hour, you must write me a letter. Remember?"

"Remember!" Fan Fan Zhongfu hugged the gold bars and ran wildly down the mountain.

Leave Bitter Wushan within an hour?

He underestimates me too much!

Fan Fan Zhongfu used the "Feather Clothing Growing Wings" technique again, and two wings grew on his back. He took out needles and threads, sewing his wounds while flying.

At first, he flew very slowly. After five minutes, the golden juice on the wings dried, and the wounds on his body were also sewn up by himself. In less than ten minutes, Fan Fan Zhongfu flew out of the territory of Bitter Wushan.

After going down the mountain, he didn't walk toward the town, nor did he find a place to stay. He went directly to the New Lands, just wanting to leave Medicine Yao Wang Gou as soon as possible.

After flying for more than three hours, Fan Fan Zhongfu found the scenery under his feet a bit familiar. Villages were followed by wilderness, and wilderness was followed by villages, cycling back and forth, but he never saw the New Lands.

Lost?

Fan Fan Zhongfu firmly believed he couldn't be lost. He realized he should have fallen into Xu Han's trap.

Careless.

Should have written him a letter. If this first letter isn't written, he definitely won't be able to leave Medicine Yao Wang Gou.

Fan Fan Zhongfu landed on the ground, found a rock in a forest, and was just about to write a letter when he saw Xu Han standing in front of him.

"Senior—" Fan Fan Zhongfu shivered, "I was just about to write you a letter. I hadn't found a suitable place.

I will write to you immediately. I was just about to take out the gold bars."

Xu Han sighed: "The thing we agreed on, why did you break your word?"

As soon as the words fell, the scene around changed.

The forest around was gone, replaced by a thick fog.

He was still on Bitter Wushan.

Fan Fan Zhongfu shouted: "Senior, I was wrong. I truly wanted to write you a letter. I just forgot the time!"

Xu Han shook his head: "This is an illness, it must be cured!"

"Senior, Senior—"

Xu Han pinched Fan Fan Zhongfu's mouth, held the spoon, and sent up the golden medicinal soup: "Come, time to take your medicine."

The warm medicinal soup slid down his esophagus into his stomach.

Fan Fan Zhongfu held back tears, his body trembling uncontrollably.

"Sun Mouren walks under the city wall, thinking of the past, feeling miserable. I am like a bird in a cage, hard to spread my wings; I am like a tiger leaving the mountain, suffering loneliness; I am like a wild goose flying south, separated from the flock; I am like a dragon in shallow water, trapped on the beach—"

Sun Sun Tiecheng sang a version of "Fourth Son Visits His Mother" that he had modified himself. He walked and sang all the way back to Foolish City, entering his own courtyard with pride.

Gui Gui Jianchou was still squatting at the door, not having moved.

Sun Sun Tiecheng frowned: "You really squatted here. Get up quickly, don't block the way!"

Gui Gui Jianchou stood up straight and laughed: "City Lord Sun, was the matter successful?"

Sun Sun Tiecheng snorted coldly: "Need you ask? Today I'll let you see what the bamboo shoots of the iron-ribbed bamboo are!"

Gui Gui Jianchou really wanted to see it, as he had never seen the bamboo shoots of the iron-ribbed bamboo: "I heard that iron-ribbed bamboo has ten iron ribs. I don't know if they can be seen on the bamboo shoots."

"Yes! How can they not be?" Sun Sun Tiecheng was very proud, "I was afraid Old Xu would trick me, so I counted them one by one in front of him. Ten iron ribs, not one less!"

While speaking, Sun Sun Tiecheng took out the bamboo shoots, and Gui Gui Jianchou counted them carefully on the side.

On the emerald green bamboo shoot shell, there were strips of metallic luster iron ribs. Each iron rib extended from the tip of the shoot to the root, ten in total.

Gui Gui Jianchou exclaimed in admiration: "Truly not one less."

Sun Sun Tiecheng frowned: "No, one is missing."

Gui Gui Jianchou shook his head: "I counted. Ten iron ribs, truly not one less."

Sun Sun Tiecheng shook his head: "Not the iron ribs, one bamboo shoot is missing!"

Xu Han gave Sun Sun Tiecheng two bamboo shoots, and Sun Sun Tiecheng only brought back one.

"Where did the other bamboo shoot go?" Sun Sun Tiecheng looked at Gui Gui Jianchou.

Gui Gui Jianchou shook his head: "I definitely don't know."

Gui Gui Jianchou was very nervous. Actually, Sun Sun Tiecheng wasn't angry; he looked at Gui Gui Jianchou very seriously: "I'm asking you to say, who stole this thing?"

Gui Gui Jianchou thought for a while: "The only one who can steal things from you is probably their ancestor of the Thieves."

Sun Sun Tiecheng thought for a while: "You mean Xiao Xiao Qianshou? It should only be him. But I remember he was already beaten to death by the Peddler."

Gui Gui Jianchou thought for a while: "I think, the Peddler beating him is definitely not a problem, but whether he could beat him to death, that's another matter."

Green Water City, Round Bamboo Workshop, deep in the alley, a small courtyard.

There are two tile-roofed houses in the courtyard, and an old man is sitting in the main room, drinking tea.

This old man has very distinctive features: a thin body, a bent spine, sitting on a chair with his feet just touching the ground. Standing on the ground, he is barely taller than the table.

Looking at his appearance, the high cheekbones are red, the pointed chin is black, with two thin eyebrows, a pair of thin eyes, and thin lips, from which two sharp and thin front teeth are exposed from time to time.

The old man sipped his tea, put down the teacup, and shouted to the empty courtyard: "Come in!"

He He Jiaqing appeared beside the old Yang tree in the courtyard, entered the main room, and bowed respectfully to the old man.

The old man laughed: "Little rabbit, I told you to come, and you really came!"

He He Jiaqing said: "Since the ancestor has instructions, how would I dare not to come."

"How is the ring coming along?"

"There is only a little decoration left, and it will be finished soon."

"Bring it here and let me see."

He He Jiaqing hurriedly placed the ring on the table.

The old man took a look and nodded: "To tell you the truth, I really don't like your other craftsmanship, but this ring is done quite well. Don't decorate it anymore, just leave this one for me, and we are even."

"Ancestor is magnanimous!" He He Jiaqing bowed again.

The old man took the ring, and He He Jiaqing didn't see how he took it.

He was holding a teacup in one hand and a cup lid in the other, fiddling with the tea, and the ring on the table suddenly disappeared.

"Little Qingzi, I called you here today to show you something good." The old man's hands didn't move, and a bamboo shoot appeared on the table. "Do you recognize this?"

He He Jiaqing looked it up and down and nodded: "I've seen this thing in photos. Iron-ribbed bamboo, can heal internal injuries, it's considered a rare medicinal material."

"Considered rare? You kid has a big mouth!" The old man laughed, "Little Qingzi, do you know what kind of person I offended for this bamboo shoot?"

He He Jiaqing shook his head: "I truly don't dare to guess."

The old man asked again: "Do you know what this iron-ribbed bamboo is used for?"

He He Jiaqing thought for a while and shook his head: "Besides healing internal injuries, what else can it be used for?"

The old man said: "It can also refine medicinal powder. Iron-ribbed bamboo shoots are the main ingredient for the Peddler to refine entry-level medicinal powder!"

"Refine entry-level medicinal powder?" He He Jiaqing was shocked, "Aren't entry-level medicinal powders all refined from the corpses of cultivators?"

The old man laughed upon hearing this: "Refining medicinal powder from corpses, what kind of skill is that? Huahu Manchun, that bird-man, can do it too.

Corpses are passed down from generation to generation, and each generation has losses. If we relied on this method, wouldn't the cultivators of Puluo Continent become fewer and fewer?"

He He Jiaqing widened his eyes, looking at the bamboo in his hand: "Can the Peddler refine entry-level medicinal powder using medicinal materials?"

"What do you think?" The old man sipped his tea, "This is the capital of the Lord of Puluo."

PS: But the problem is, having taken this bamboo shoot, how should one refine the medicine?

Thanks to Alliance Leader Feng Ci Tu Shen for the strong support, and thanks for the trust and protection of "Lord of Puluo"!

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PS: But the problem is, now that I have this bamboo shoot, how am I supposed to refine medicine with it?

Thanks to Alliance Leader Feng Ci Tu Shen for the strong support, and thanks for the trust and protection of the Lord of Puluo!

Dear readers, please be sure to give your monthly tickets to "Lord of Puluo".