strokinit Chapter 16 Divine Treasure, Essence of Immortality
Chapter 16 Divine Treasure, Essence of Immortality
The Divine Treasure.
Longevity essence.
If these two words were to spread, they would be enough to stir up a bloodbath in the martial arts world of the entire Great Yan New Kingdom.
In the path of martial arts, visible strength is easy to acquire, but hidden strength is difficult to attain.
Above that are the Grandmasters of Transformation, and there are only a few hundred of them in the entire seven provinces of Jiangnan.
As for the Divine Masters above, they are no longer visible to ordinary people.
As for the legendary Grandmaster of Profound Insight, he is a figure who stands at the pinnacle of martial arts, whose breath can form swords and whose blood energy can be like dragons, and who can form an army by himself.
Even such a strong person,
Its lifespan was only about two hundred years.
If there truly were some kind of immortal essence that could allow a person's lifespan to break through this insurmountable barrier...
Let alone grandmasters or great grandmasters, even those old monsters who live in seclusion in the mountains and do not care about worldly affairs would probably come out of the mountains again.
The Xuan Shang Dynasty was the ancient dynasty that, according to legend, once possessed this secret.
The Shang Dynasty dates back more than 3,000 years, but official historical records are scarce, while unofficial historical accounts and legends abound, most of which are absurd and unfounded.
But things that are both true and false become extremely dangerous when they involve power and immortality.
The Department of Folklore and Antiquities Survey was thus established.
They investigate evil spirits and strange phenomena, manage ancient relics, and deal with things that ordinary people should not know or come into contact with.
This time, the Sheng Hai Martial Arts Academy headquarters issued a direct order.
All cultural relics related to the Xuan Shang ancient tomb, regardless of their grade, will be confiscated.
Anyone who has come into contact with the relevant items, regardless of their identity, will be subject to control.
The most important thing is to prevent the snake from retaliating.
Even now, we haven't seen the actual object.
Whether it's true or not is still unknown, but it's enough to make people take it seriously.
"Section Chief Lin, it's so late, why aren't you off work yet? Is it still today's case?"
The door was pushed open, and a young man in a dark blue Zhongshan suit walked in carrying a cup of hot tea, placing the teacup next to Lin Xiu.
"Thanks, Xiao Zhou."
Lin Xiu picked up his teacup and took a sip, but his gaze remained fixed on the documents.
"Tomorrow, we'll revisit Liu Mang's network of contacts, with a particular focus on Guo Ziming."
.......
Time flies, and it's time for the start of the new school year at Xikou County Public Middle School.
Early that morning.
Fang Shuwen got up early to wash up, changed into his light blue school uniform, and went to the outer room.
Old Fang had already prepared the meal: two eggs, a piece of beef, and the pickled vegetables had been replaced with stir-fried dishes, making it even more lavish than during the Spring Festival.
Fang Shuwen sat down at the table and picked up his chopsticks.
Old Fang sat opposite him, with only a bowl of thin porridge in front of him as usual.
As he broke off pieces of steamed bun and put them in his mouth, he secretly glanced at Fang Shuwen.
The light blue school uniform looked very smart, and when worn by his son, he really did look like a scholar.
If you were to clip a pen into your shirt pocket, you'd really look like a government official.
Unfortunately, fountain pens are too expensive, costing five or six yuan each.
I still have to pay tuition this semester, so I don't have the money to buy anything right now.
"Shuwen, I heard that if you don't pass this assessment..."
Old Fang started to say something, then swallowed it back and lowered his head to drink his porridge.
He dared not continue.
Xiao Fang will definitely pass the exam; there's absolutely no chance of anything going wrong.
"Dad, don't worry, everything will be fine."
Fang Shuwen pushed an egg in front of the old man.
"You eat, you eat."
Old Fang quickly pushed the eggs back, waving his hands repeatedly:
"Dad doesn't like eggs, but you need to use your brain for the exam, so eat more."
Fang Shu did not respond.
He tapped the egg on the corner of the table, peeled it in a few quick movements, and put it into Lao Fang's bowl.
"If I give it to you, you'll eat it."
Old Fang was immediately moved to tears.
The father and son quickly finished their breakfast and went outside to the courtyard.
"Hey, isn't this Xiao Fang? How's it going? Feeling confident about the exam today?"
Wang Ma's somewhat arrogant voice came through.
Looking in the direction of the sound, Wang Ma and Cui Cui, dressed in a girls' school uniform, were standing not far from the connecting corridor.
Cui Cui stood there gracefully, her oval face beaming with a smile.
When Wang Ma saw the two men, Lao Fang and his son, exchanging glances, she became even more smug.
"See that? A Venus brand fountain pen, worth a full five silver dollars!"
She took out a brand new fountain pen and waved it in the morning light.
"Cui Cui needs a decent pen for her exam in the elite class; she can't afford to be laughed at, right?"
Having finished speaking as if to boast, Wang Ma, suppressing the pain in her heart, continued by asking:
"Hey, by the way, Lao Fang, did you buy Xiao Fang a fountain pen? If not, it's okay, Cuicui has an old one, why don't you lend it to Xiao Fang?"
Old Fang was immediately embarrassed, and his square face turned bright red.
How could he afford a fountain pen that cost five silver dollars?
Xiao Fang hasn't yet raised enough money for this semester's tuition or new school uniform.
He tossed and turned all night calculating, and there was still a shortfall of three silver dollars.
He couldn't say these things, and he was even less willing to say them in front of his friends.
At this time,
A series of footsteps approached.
"Old Fang, it's a good thing you guys didn't leave, or we almost missed each other."
Chen Zhong walked over with a smile, holding a long, thin velvet box in his hand.
"Xiao Fang, I heard from Old Sun that you had your first exam today. That's a good thing. Although the main family of the Zhao family has moved to Shenghai, they still care about the younger generation in our family."
"So, when I heard that Xiao Fang was about to start, the master specially sent someone from Shenghai to deliver it."
He handed the velvet box to Fang Shuwen, opened the lid, and inside lay a jet-black, shiny fountain pen with a fine cloud pattern engraved on the cap.
"This, this is a Parker fountain pen! It would cost at least fifteen silver dollars at a noodle shop!"
Wang Ma watched with wide eyes.
She saw a Parker pen in the store when she went to buy this Venus brand fountain pen for Cuicui a couple of days ago.
Like this one, both the workmanship and the feel are far superior to the Venus brand.
After all, Parker pens are imported goods.
"Fifteen dollars!"
Upon hearing this, Lao Fang shuddered.
My hands started shaking, and I didn't dare to take the box.
At the same time, I was incredibly moved.
The master must know how hard Xiao Fang works and that his son will definitely succeed in the future, otherwise he wouldn't have given him such an expensive pen.
Thinking to himself, Old Fang felt a little lightheaded. He looked at Butler Chen and asked in a trembling voice.
"Butler Chen, this...this is too precious. For a student like Xiao Fang to use such a fine pen..."
Chen Zhong waved his hand, his gaze falling on Fang Shuwen.
"Xiao Fang, the master also said that you'll have the key to the neighboring yard. The weapons and teaching aids in the storeroom are also readily available."
Upon hearing this, Fang Shuwen immediately understood.
No wonder Butler Chen gave him such an expensive pen today.
It turned out that the traces he left at the training ground had been discovered by Butler Chen.
This should have allowed us to roughly deduce his strength.
"Thank you, Uncle Chen. Thank you, sir."
Fang Shuwen took the velvet box, his tone neither humble nor arrogant.
"I'll accept the key, and I'll definitely use the weapons and teaching aids with care."
Chen Zhong nodded in satisfaction.
Talking to smart people is so convenient; you don't need to spell everything out, you both understand each other perfectly.
He then took out a brass key from his pocket, with the character "武" (wu, meaning martial arts) engraved on the handle, and handed it to Fang Shuwen.
He then said a few more words of encouragement before leaving.