Chapter 910: Yukan (1800 Supplement)

As an old hand at immortal cultivation, Aaron was most skilled at looting corpses.

He first picked up the Golden Snake Hook and the silk handkerchief that had lost their owner on the ground, unable to resist fiddling with them for a while.

The Golden Snake Hook was brilliantly golden, its surface covered in countless fine snake scales, looking just like a small golden snake.

Yet that silk handkerchief carried a scent of women's face powder; it did not seem much like a Magic Tool belonging to a male cultivator.

"If it is, it means Shen Xuexing is a sissy..."

"If it isn't, it means he has a lover..."

Aaron searched Shen Xuexing again for a while and fished out a Magic Treasure Pouch.

Just as he was eating and drinking, that little boy also stood nearby, staring at the pine nut pastries, his eyes unblinking, as if little hooks were emerging from them.

This day.

Aaron offered a few words of comfort, gave a little extra tea money, and then asked: "I am from out of town. Seeing that this place is prosperous and the people are harmonious, I would like to stay for a while and do some business... I wonder where there might be a vacant property, preferably one suitable for both a shop and a residence?"

Aaron sighed with emotion, tidied things up, shouldered a bundle, and drifted down the mountain.

"Haha..."

As the female proprietor spoke, her eye rims turned slightly red.

After all, for Daoist books, it was common to use Dragon Script and Phoenix Seal, Daoist Cloud Script, Gold and Silver Seal Script, or even Purple-Green Immortal Script and Heavenly Demons True Seal to write them.

A moment later, a boy in his teens with dark eyes and a look of cleverness carried a tray over and served a few types of dim sum.

Plus, he never looked for trouble and would simply avoid it from afar if he saw any disputes, so he hadn't provoked any people or things, and his journey had been smooth and peaceful.

His heart gladdened, and he prepared to settle down.

However, this Daoist book was written in a type of bird-claw-shaped bird seal script that Aaron did not recognize.

"So it's a nephew..."

A woman of about thirty, with a graceful figure and who must have been a charming figure in her youth, came up to greet him and asked with a sweet, clever smile.

Seeing that this woman had a melon-seed-shaped face, quite plain, yet carried a spirited temperament, Aaron knew that it was not easy for a woman to run a household on her own, so he couldn't help but feel a sense of goodwill and smiled: "Just a meal, please. First, bring a pot of tea, then serve a few types of breakfast snacks."

Suddenly, he let out a miserable shriek; it turned out his ear had been pinched by the female proprietor, who scolded: "Li Xiao, you little brat, you have the heart to trick a guest out of snacks, why haven't you gone to the back kitchen to help with the work? I'm almost worked to death here!"

Not long after he descended the mountain, trails of flames rose from various Cave Abodes, burning away the poisonous mist.

"The guest's old acquaintance must be lucky. Sigh, it's a pity my nephew was born with a hard life; his parents passed away early, and he can only rely on me for survival..."

The little boy rolled his eyes, ate the pine nut pastry first, and then said: "I won't tell you, unless you give me another piece..."

While speaking, this little boy did not notice that a shadow had already fallen behind him.

If it were a woman with some beauty, there might even be some grey-market business.

Hearing there was business, the female proprietor's eyes immediately lit up: "Easy, easy. In this Yukan Town, there isn't anything I, Li Erniang, don't know about... I wonder what business the guest is in?"

The owners of these teahouses and taverns, acting as information hubs, often doubled as intermediaries.

The woman returned to the back kitchen and, before long, brought out a pot of tea.

This was also experience Aaron had summarized over many years.

If an ordinary person wants to learn the Tao, they must first pass a level four or six proficiency test in Daoist script interpretation!

He didn't mind it, tucked it away properly, and prepared to look for relevant texts later to learn it.

Aaron passed through a small town located in a water country; the town had red bricks, green tiles, horse-head walls, numerous houses, and many stone bridges built at various intersections.

The little boy shrieked repeatedly, finally escaped the clutches of the "poisonous hand," clutched his ears, and rolled off to the back kitchen.

"Medicine?"

"Coming right up!"

'More and more like it... Pity, I am not an old grandfather... I won't be giving away any cultivation techniques.'

Aaron walked as if no one else was around, broke into Jin Daoren's bedroom, flipped over the bed, and found a Daoist book.

He was being modest; with his foundation in Medicine, even the imperial physicians in the Imperial Palace might not be his equal!

Added to that was the Gu Technique he learned from Jin Daoren, making the treatment of snake venom a simple matter.

The female proprietor smiled at Aaron again: "My nephew is naturally mischievous, I hope the guest won't take offense..."

"I am but a humble person, but my medical skills are passable. I have quite a bit of expertise in bone-setting, and I also have a few proven prescriptions for injuries from snakes, insects, and poisonous creatures..."

This Magic Treasure Pouch was like a silk purse, its opening tied with a circle of golden rope. Aaron sent a thread of true Qi into it, but it was like a clay ox entering the sea.

The meat buns and cloud-layer cakes inside were fine, but the last item, the pine nut pastry, carried a faint fragrance of pine nuts that Aaron liked very much, and he couldn't help but eat a little more.

"Jin Daoren's Daoist book is hidden in the bedroom... under the bed."

With his true Qi protecting his body and Magic Tools like the Mysterious Female Pearl, the snakes, insects, rats, ants, wolves, tigers, leopards, and even highwaymen in the mountains and wilderness could not cause him any trouble.

Several days later, nearby woodcutters and herb gatherers discovered that this mountain range, which they had regarded as a forbidden zone, had actually turned into a scorched earth.

By the time more than ten days had passed, he estimated he had run several thousand miles away; the mountains and rivers along the way were rarely seen, rivers had become more frequent, and the local customs had changed more than once.

However, he was not in a hurry at this moment; instead, he found an inn that opened in the morning and walked inside.

In the early morning, mist rose, and the scenery was pleasant.

Even so, he could travel several hundred miles in a single day.

When Aaron walked out of the Cave Abode, he realized that Shen Xuexing had been truly ruthless; all of Jin Daoren's other Disciples were also dead!

"That saves me the trouble of silencing them..."

This Magic Treasure Pouch was used by cultivators to store items, just like a Storage Bag, but it was relatively rare in this realm.

"Guest, would you like a meal or a room?"

Aaron took another sip of tea and sighed: "I do remember an old acquaintance named Li Xiaoyao... he is somewhat similar to the proprietor's nephew."

Aaron knew that Jin Daoren did not have this item.

Aaron smiled slightly as he spoke.

In the mountain forest, Aaron employed his lightness skill, chose a direction, and walked as he pleased.

Aaron laughed heartily, stuffed a piece of pine nut pastry into the young boy's hand, and asked, "What is your name? Is that female shopkeeper your mother?"

Every time he traveled for one or two hours, he had to stop to meditate and restore his cultivation power.

Aaron took a sip and knew it was not good tea; it could only quench one's thirst.

Li Erniang scrutinized Aaron carefully, then suddenly burst into a giggle: "At your age, I could barely believe you can help people set bones, but practicing medicine and using herbs—you had better forget it..."

He immediately understood this was due to insufficient cultivation power; he would need some time to use the slow-grinding method to erase the Dharma Power imprint of Shen Xuexing and make it his own.

Aaron touched his smooth chin and sighed to himself.

He was still suffering from the disadvantage of looking too young; if it had been a white-haired old man who came instead, the treatment would surely have been completely different.

(End of this chapter)