Chapter 47: Strange Slimming Oil, Construction Site Old Zhang (Requesting Follows)

According to Wen He, Bai Buran arrived in Yujing City seven years ago and has since firmly established himself there.

The incident Wang Tiantian mentioned occurred four years ago, when Ye Bu Liang should not have been open yet.

Previously, Zhang Fan only knew Bai Buran had some connection to Zhenwu Mountain, otherwise they wouldn’t have entrusted him with this task.

But now, from Wang Tiantian’s mouth, he learned that Bai Buran was actually from Zhenwu Mountain!?

“He’s a Daoist priest of Zhenwu Mountain!?” Zhang Fan mused aloud. “Did he detect anything unusual?”

“That Daoist said… Building A1 occupies a peculiar spot. Dongda sits atop a dragon vein, yet right at the dragon’s mouth, a poisonous sore has sprouted…”

“Building A1 was constructed directly atop that sore—evil violates the law of killing…” Wang Tiantian said solemnly.

“Dragon vein…”

Zhang Fan fell silent. For cultivators, dragon veins were not merely feng shui sites that seized heaven’s and earth’s essence—they concerned life and death, fortune and misfortune, disturbed yin and yang, and concealed celestial secrets.

He had once read an account about dragon veins in the [Dao Secret Record].

Over fifty years ago, a feng shui master in Jiangbei Province lived in poverty his whole life. On his deathbed, he summoned his son, repeatedly instructing him: after his death, bury him face-down in the barren land behind the mountain, naked and without clothing.

After the feng shui master died, his son could not bear to bury his father naked, so he wrapped the corpse in a straw mat.

Ten years later, the son became a renowned wealthy merchant. He then remembered his father’s final words: if his descendants ever enjoyed wealth and honor, they must relocate the ancestral grave.

Later, the son followed the will, opened his father’s tomb, and everyone discovered that over the decade, the corpse had not decayed—instead, scales had grown over its body, and its lower half had transformed into a giant serpent.

The story spread like wildfire. Some claimed the feng shui master had found a dragon vein; burying himself face-down allowed him to absorb all the earth’s qi and transform into a dragon, blessing his descendants. But his son’s well-intentioned act—wrapping the corpse in a straw mat—blocked the path to dragonhood, turning him instead into an evil jiao. He gained fortune, yet carried hidden peril.

Indeed, in the year the son turned forty, fire struck his home; thirteen family members perished, none survived.

“Dragon vein… Yujing City is an ancient capital of six dynasties. Though its imperial aura has leaked, it has nurtured many small dragons…” Zhang Fan muttered.

Earlier, he had read the [Thousand-Year Demon] post, which mentioned that Taoyuan Square was built atop a dragon vein—indeed, an evil dragon with seven fangs bared, its ferocity glaring. If live sacrifices were offered, chaos would follow.

“Zhang Fan…”

At that moment, Wang Tiantian’s voice pulled Zhang Fan back to reality.

“What?”

“Do you know… Taoyuan Square isn’t clean either?” Wang Tiantian whispered, lowering her voice.

“I’ve heard.” Zhang Fan nodded.

Of course he’d heard. Taoyuan Square was infamous in Yujing City; locals called it Taoyuan Corpse Square.

“Actually…” Wang Tiantian hesitated.

“What exactly?”

“You know our company specializes in slimming and aesthetic medicine… Since I joined six months ago, six people have died.” Wang Tiantian dropped a bombshell.

“How did they die?”

Zhang Fan looked startled—he’d heard not a single rumor.

“Upper management labeled them as medical accidents…” Wang Tiantian said solemnly.

The He family is powerful and well-connected; they paid compensation, settled privately, and kept everything tightly sealed—no whisper leaked out.

“Six deaths in half a year from medical accidents?” Zhang Fan found it suspicious.

The desire for beauty is universal, especially now—women endure any pain and cost for beauty: whitening injections, hyaluronic acid, bone shaving, implantation… They spare no effort to shed their old skin and become beautiful, like butterflies.

Though pain and cost are inevitable, they shouldn’t carry life-threatening risks—let alone six deaths in six months. It’s far too unusual.

“There’s something wrong with our company…” Wang Tiantian glanced around, then whispered.

[Slim Pig]’s flagship product is slimming—they have a slimming oil, incredibly miraculous: no surgery, no pills, no exercise, no dieting. Just apply it all over the body, and it works wonders.

“Half a month ago, the sixth person died… I was the one who received her…” Wang Tiantian recalled.

The girl was named Xiao Mei. After her boyfriend broke off their engagement, she fell into self-destruction, binge-eating until her weight surged past 180 jin.

Xiao Mei, ashamed and gluttonous, refused to go out or socialize—her life had nearly stalled and decayed. Her best friend couldn’t bear it and brought her to [Slim Pig].

“At first, she bought one course—three jars of [Slimming Oil]. It’s our flagship product: slightly pale, faintly fishy-smelling…” Wang Tiantian said.

After two days, Xiao Mei’s waist shrank a full inch; her appetite diminished. Seeing results, she applied it daily. A week later, she lost twenty jin, her complexion glowing ruddy—but the oil was gone.

When Xiao Mei returned to buy more, it was the supervisor who received her. The supervisor said her results were excellent, but to maintain them, she needed the upgraded version of the slimming oil.

“The supervisor took her to [Jingyan City]—our company’s core department. Only authorized personnel may enter. Rumor has it that the slimming oil is researched and produced there…”

“So that’s where your company makes its money,” Zhang Fan understood. “What high-tech is inside?”

“Once, I peeked through the door—saw nothing… It didn’t look like a research lab…” Wang Tiantian frowned slightly.

Inside stood only a shrine, upon which hung a painting of a strange beast: pig-shaped, skin stretched taut over bones, secreting oily fluid, surrounded by grim skeletal remains.

“The incense there burned thickly. I didn’t see anything else.” Wang Tiantian shook her head.

After that, she never saw Xiao Mei again—until last week, when Xiao Mei’s family came to cause a scene, and she learned Xiao Mei was dead.

“This… Senior, maybe you should quit.” Zhang Fan said gravely.

The He family has ties to Ma cultivation. According to Wang Tiantian, He Fei’s company is indeed problematic.

“I’ve already resigned. Today is my last day…” Wang Tiantian looked relieved.

“Zhang Fan, I won’t come tomorrow. Senior will treat you to dinner tonight.”

“Alright.” Zhang Fan felt a pang of disappointment but nodded.

“Come pick me up after work tonight.” Wang Tiantian smiled sweetly.

“No problem.”

…

Evening.

Thirteenth floor, deepest office of Slim Pig.

A faint candle flame flickered, casting light on He Fei’s face—his third eye pulsed with a red aura, the very image of radiant good fortune.

“One more left. Seven sacrifices complete, dragon fangs clutching the corpse—then dragon saliva is born…”

A low, resonant voice came from the corner.

“More than twenty years ago, my He family rose to prominence thanks to a master’s advice. He said the He family would enjoy twenty years of great fortune—after that, we must choose again. Life, death, fortune, misfortune—all hinge on a single thought.” He Fei looked toward the corner, speaking gravely.

“You’ve made the best choice. Once dragon saliva is forged, the He family will be yours—you’ll seize another twenty years of fortune.” The low, resonant voice laughed coldly.

“Then I’ll help you… wipe out every last person at Ye Bu Liang.” He Fei said calmly.

…

Guangling City, a construction site.

Under the blazing summer sun, a lean, wiry man sat alone in the open space, surrounded by steel and concrete, gazing at the sky, lost in thought.

“Old Zhang… you’re not sleeping again?”

At that moment, an old man, reeking of alcohol, staggered over.

“Can’t sleep,” Zhang Lingzong replied absently.

“You’ve got great energy… staying awake all night. Missing home?” the old man grinned.

“My boy graduated this year…”

“Tsk tsk. So now he’s getting beaten by the real world… I get it. You’re worried he’ll get bullied out there?” the old man chuckled.

“Lighten up. Young people need to suffer a bit—it’s good for them.”

“He’s suffered enough already…” Zhang Lingzong murmured, gazing toward Yujing City. “If anyone dares to bully him…”

At these words, Zhang Lingzong’s eyes flashed with cold indifference. He turned and walked back to the workers’ shed.

“What did you say?”

The old man paused, hearing only two words.

(End of Chapter)