Chapter 726 - 389: Chunshan Boss, Four Weasels

Chapter 726: Chapter 389: Chunshan Boss, Four Weasels

A day rushed by.

In the dormitory hall, the foxes gathered in circles, guarding cups, surrounding baskets of lemons, and were busy squeezing lemons to drink.

This is the unique chrysanthemum lemon of Fox Mountain!

Although it’s quite sour, it carries a rich chrysanthemum fragrance.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aow aow aow!"

A group of foxes blissfully break open lemons, squeezing the juice into their respective glasses.

Not far away, Bai Mo was holding a tablet and taking notes, and without looking up he could smell the lemon’s fresh fragrance and tanginess in the air.

His pen flew swiftly across the tablet, writing down line after line of notes.

Although he hadn’t found any patterns in the separation of Immortal Grass yet, Bai Mo understood that patterns couldn’t be discovered without extensive observation, research, summarization, and analysis. So every day he refined his experiences and insights and recorded them in his tablet.

The fox apprentices Lemon Tea and Jujube Cake squatted beside their master, using fox claws to clasp lemons, and held up a honey pot, dipping honey to eat.

"Ying ying ying!"

"Aow aow aow!"

The lemons were sour, but the honey was sweet!

The two foxes with faces full of happiness hadn’t seen much decrease in the lemons held in their fox claws, but the pot of honey was almost empty.

Bai Mo smiled at his two apprentices and then frowned slightly, looking at a glass of lemon seed soy sauce yellow bean wine next to him, glancing at the anticipatory look secretly thrown by Wind Chasing Claw. He frowned and bravely took a sip, forcing it down.

"Hmm..."

Despite its scary appearance, the wine’s overpowering taste actually matched its look!

Bai Mo had finished his summary and then picked up the stone slabs piled by the bed and began reading.

The documents dug out by the apprentices these days were quite numerous, requiring him to work overtime a bit.

"Hmm, what’s this...the treatment standard for Sequence Five Immortal?

"One can be given a hall with five guards..."

Bai Mo roughly glanced through it; there was no useful information, so he casually tossed it aside.

Several copper plates recorded various techniques for separating Immortal Grass, some complete and some incomplete. Bai Mo jotted them all down and planned to try them the next day.

"Oh? This piece?"

Bai Mo picked up a new broken slab, feeling its familiar texture.

"Another Celestial Palace journal?"

He chuckled as he rubbed it with his hand, beginning to read.

[...Extracting Prince Bloodline from the Fallen Immortal is actually highly wasteful]

[The true concentration of extracted bloodline rarely reaches 1 in 100]

[Often, bloodlines from dozens of people are extracted and attributed to one body, barely creating the most inferior Prince Bloodline possessor]

Ah?

Bai Mo suddenly thought of Silkworm Tail Immortal, whose bloodline concentration was so high; how many descendants of Lanku Sacred Land were killed along the way?

He continued to read further.

[Extracting Prince Bloodline is extremely difficult, often requiring a massive array, or refined, high-tier Immortal Artifact, or soaking and nurturing with drugs for a long time]

[Of course, most of the time, these methods are used together...]

Bai Mo observed, the article was accompanied by a simple illustration, with uncomplicated strokes and simple lines, yet extremely vivid, depicting the scene with striking accuracy!

In a vast open valley, cliffs on both sides hung figures like sausages.

These figures were tied by their ankles, bodies, and arms drooping.

Blood gushed from their throats, flowed to their shoulders, trickled down their arms and hands, falling into the valley and gathering into a river.

[This is a typical blood theft scene, with low difficulty in execution, resulting in low purity extraction, consuming numerous Prince descendants, often used by the lowest-end chaotic blood Fallen Immortal]

Bai Mo inhaled sharply; it seemed he could smell blood from the simple illustration!

Beside him, the fox apprentices Lemon Tea and Jujube Cake grasped unfinished lemons and empty honey jars, also gasped, their fox faces full of astonishment.

"Ying?"

"Aow?"

This time, they weren’t pretending!

Although foxes couldn’t understand the words, they could decipher the pictures, and at this moment they were genuinely scared!

...

Whew...

Blustering wind and snow, a dark and dreary sky.

Chunshan District, the sixth ginseng factory.

The light from the factory windows illuminated the swirling snowflakes.

Inside the factory, the chief was shouting through a megaphone.

"Everyone, pay attention!

"Select the special premium ginseng for me!

"The form must be intact, the surface smooth, no damage, plenty of red dots..."

Workers dressed in thick cotton jackets sat beside the ginseng sorting line, occasionally reaching out to sort the ginseng.

A plump lady chatted with a young man beside her as she sorted.

"I heard this time, the special premium is to be supplied to Expert Bai Mo for his alchemical purposes.

"What exactly is he up to? Ordinary premium isn’t enough; he insists on selecting special premium?"

The young man named Dong Yunhui grinned, nodding, his eyes fixed on the conveyor line, continuously observing and sorting ginseng, throwing different grades into differently labeled baskets.

"This one can only be considered good quality."

"Is this one premium?"

Dong Yunhui squeezed the ginseng, feeling its elasticity.

"It doesn’t quite qualify, just a good quality."

He tossed the ginseng rated as good quality into the basket labeled "Good" behind him.

"Oh, this one is special premium!"

Dong Yunhui picked up a large ginseng, longer than his palm!

He grinned, clicking his tongue in amazement.

"The ginseng in Chunshan is really good! I reckon it’s not any worse than those so-called Immortal Elixirs, hehe."

Just as he was about to toss the ginseng into the premium basket behind him, suddenly, the front of his down jacket puffed up slightly, and out popped a pair of small, shiny eyes the size of soybeans, staring intently at the premium ginseng in his hand.

Dong Yunhui chuckled inwardly... Little Huang, that sly dog, sure has a sharp nose. Sensed something good and immediately popped out?

From the front of his down jacket, another pair of eyes appeared, and then a third, a fourth... All sneaking peeks at the extra-large ginseng. Each pair of eyes filled with longing.

This was Er Huang, San Huang, and Si Huang. Add in Little Huang, and you have Dong Yunhui’s pack of weasels.

He used telepathy to soothe these fellows.

"Nope, you can’t eat this.

"This belongs to the company, we can’t touch it.

"After work, I’ll buy some of the factory’s discounted defective ginseng, buy a lot, so you can eat to your heart’s content!"

Indeed, he could use Divine Sense!

He is of Divination Path, Sequence Seven, the boss behind the scenes of Chunshan District!

The four weasels, with their four pairs of eyes, turned dim and slipped back inside Dong Yunhui’s jacket, no longer looking out. After all, if they can’t eat it, the more they look, the hungrier they get, the hungrier they get, the more annoyed they become, why bother?

Dong Yunhui reversed his hand, just about to toss the premium ginseng into the basket.

Suddenly he felt his palm covered by a rough hand!

Turns out it was the fat aunt beside him, intercepting this extra-large ginseng from Dong Yunhui, nimbly slipping it into her own pocket with a swift motion.

The aunt glanced around, seeing no one noticed, she let out a slight sigh of relief.

She then leaned closer to Dong Yunhui, lowering her voice.

"Our family’s Uncle hasn’t been feeling well lately.

"I’ll take a ginseng back to boost his health.

"Little Hui, just pretend you didn’t see."

Dong Yunhui smiled helplessly and nodded.

Here we go again!

Yesterday, the aunt’s sister wasn’t feeling well and sneaked a ginseng home.

The day before that, the aunt’s brother wasn’t feeling well and sneaked a ginseng home.

The day before that, the aunt’s mother wasn’t feeling well and sneaked a ginseng home.

The day before that, the aunt’s uncle wasn’t feeling well...

Anyway, her entire family hasn’t been in good health, always having issues, always needing her to secretly bring ginseng home, Dong Yunhui has already gotten used to it.

Hearing the "squeak squeak" sound of angry teeth grinding from his jacket, Dong Yunhui quickly used telepathy to calm them.

"Don’t be foolish!

"It’s her lack of character, it’s her own business!

"This has nothing to do with us!

"We only need to take care of ourselves!"

While using telepathy, he also lightly patted his chest, the front of his down jacket, patting for a while before the weasels calmed down.

"You must believe that everything reaps what it sows, causes yield effects."

While preaching, he stretched his hand into the pile of ginseng, continuing to sort.

"Her doing such immoral things, harming her own virtue, sooner or later will face retribution.

"While we uphold our principles, protect our virtue, sooner or later we’ll receive blessings... Ah!"

He pulled his hand out from the ginseng pile, only to see his palm covered in blood!

Unexpectedly, a sharp stone slab had somehow mixed into the ginseng pile!

"Ha..."

He gasped in cold air, staring at the wound.

The Divination Path is quite special, even at Sequence Seven, it doesn’t strengthen the flesh.

He saw this cut was vicious, with flesh turned over and blood flowing profusely!

From the front of his jacket, the four pairs of shiny small eyes peeked out again.

The four pairs of eyes blinked teary eyes, puzzled and confused!

Wasn’t it said there would be blessings?

Is this bright red, bleeding wound the blessing?

Didn’t the blessing come too quickly?

The nearby aunt also noticed, jumped in fright.

"Oh no, Little Hui, what happened to you?"

She raised her voice, shouted loudly.

"Supervisor? Supervisor?"

More and more workers noticed the commotion, stopped their work and ran over to see.

"What happened to Little Hui?"

"Oh my, how unlucky?"

Dong Yunhui’s physical condition was extremely poor, unable to stop the bleeding from his hand, his complexion turned blue and white, smiling and saying he’s fine to everyone, but internally he was starting to worry.

His hand being cut was neither a cause nor an effect.

It was heaven’s warning for him!

In the Divination Path Sequence Seven, although one cannot actively peek into heaven’s will, occasionally heaven grants information.

For instance, this blood calamity is heaven’s granted warning!

The supervisor rushed over with a medical kit, grabbed Dong Yunhui’s hand to check the wound, and wrapped it briefly with a hemostatic bandage.

"The wound is too deep, might need a few stitches.

"How could you be so careless?

"Go to the hospital, I’ll give you the morning off!

"This work, you certainly can’t continue today.

"I’ll have Old Zhao drive you to the hospital!

"Look at your complexion, pale and ghostly, why is your body so weak?

"You bought so much defective ginseng, where did it all go? Haven’t improved your health yet?"