The Grand Internal Manager Feng Bozhou, with power second only to the Prime Minister, was one of the top dignitaries in Daqian.
Sitting amidst the chaos in the Qianfeng Tower, the aged Qianfeng Guardian sat beside him, while Lu Chan did not show herself.
Feng Bozhou, over fifty years old, with white hair, yet his face bore no wrinkles, rather a touch of beauty, his demeanor gentle but not artificial, his voice neutral without the usual eunuch's tone.
He was not a eunuch but a celestial being who had cultivated a certain technique, neither man nor woman, devoid of gender-specific organs.
At the same time, he was a peak expert in the Third Realm, just a step away from the Fourth Realm.
Feng Bozhou asked, "Speak up, how do we explain to the court about that arrogant young master of the Gun Dao technique?"
The Qianfeng Guardian shook his head and said, "Even I do not know who he is, as soon as he entered the Qianfeng Tower, he started a massacre."
"He has no grievances or enmities, why would he cause trouble for you? Moreover, he is a young man with expertise in the art of war, I was almost injured by him myself."
Feng Bozhou did not believe the other party's words at all, as he gently touched his arm, which still faintly ached.
As a top expert in the Refining Spirit and Returning Void Realm, his cultivation had reached the stage of True Profound, and he had even begun to condense his Dharma Form.
Perhaps he might not compare to the disciples of major sects in terms of becoming an immortal, but his own foundation should be able to suppress the vast majority of young talents.
At least when facing the monsters on the Heavenly Mandate List, as well as the top disciples on the Human List and Earth List, ordinary geniuses could not match him.
He himself had condensed the Dao Foundation back then and was once a genius.
It's just that he didn't make it to the end, and when he reached the Sixth Layer of the Dao Foundation, he could no longer move forward and could only turn it into his foundation, which led to his current cultivation.
And the one who could confront him head-on and even injure him must be at the top ten levels of the Three Lists.
Lu Chan's voice came, "Even Senior couldn't defeat that person?"
"Naturally, I can defeat him. Although he possesses a Dharma Form, his other methods are extremely crude, his body techniques are inferior, his luck is not good, apart from marksmanship, he is useless. If I go all out, he will undoubtedly be defeated..."
Just as Feng Bozhou finished speaking, a hint of confusion flashed in his eyes, and then he became somewhat solemn.
He suddenly thought that a disciple of a major sect would not be so incompetent.
The military families might not specialize in foreign techniques, but that doesn't mean they don't study other techniques at all.
That mysterious young master was like someone who scored full marks in the imperial examinations, excelling in political affairs, but extremely poor in poetry and literature, to the extent that his characters were crooked.
This was against common sense, unless he was born with this knowledge, and the top experts in the cultivation world were often such people.
There were many with great perseverance, but to stand at the peak of the mountain, exceptional talent was indispensable.
Many people used perseverance to motivate disciples within the sect, but the vast majority of them would end up achieving nothing and realize that the world never lacked those with perseverance and talent.
A prodigy who appeared out of nowhere, one who picked up a broken inheritance and comprehended the Dharma Form through an unconventional path.
If this was true, then such talent was extraordinary, destined to be a Fourth Realm expert in the future, and among the best of them.
Feng Bozhou felt a bit numb, he couldn't help but wonder if a couple of moves shouldn't be considered as making enemies?
He didn't want to inexplicably provoke a future top expert.
Lu Chan said, "He calls himself Red Dust, do you recognize him, Senior?"
"Red Dust?"
Feng Bozhou pondered, searched through his memories of thousands of years, and finally shook his head, saying, "I don't remember such a person in the military families, and his path doesn't resemble the Gun Dao technique of the Qianlong Mountain Villa, but more like someone from the demonic path. But you have provoked a formidable enemy with a Dharma Form, and you still don't know his identity?"
Lu Chan retorted, "Your Zhao family's Ninth Prince provoked a strong enemy, and you don't know his identity either?"
Feng Bozhou frowned, "What does this have to do with the Ninth Prince?"
"He came to snatch the Condensing Dao Pill."
"The Condensing Dao Pill? What does him snatching the Condensing Dao Pill have to do with the Ninth Prince?"
As Feng Bozhou's words fell, he suddenly realized something, his expression immediately turned grave, and he said, "What is the meaning of the Qianfeng Tower, seducing the Ninth Prince to destroy his foundation, aren't you afraid of being crushed?"
The Condensing Dao Pill was a kind of pill that accelerated the cultivation of the Dao Foundation, and it could also accelerate the speed of condensing the Dao Foundation.
But this was like laying the foundation, not thinking about solidifying the foundation, but thinking about how to speed up, the future achievements were destined to be low.
"I'm just doing business for money, he's not a kid, doesn't he know what he's doing?" Lu Chan chuckled, then banknotes fluttered down, all of them were thousand-liang banknotes from the Wanbao Bank.
"Now that the pills are gone, the money is returned, and no compensation for the herbs used. Senior Feng, you should go see Zhao Feng first, I hope he's not dead now."
Feng Bozhou wanted to explode in anger, but then he hesitated because of the other party's background.
He couldn't kill the other party, and it was highly unlikely that he could.
In this world, the geniuses of the sects were almost once-in-a-millennium prodigies, and the old folks of the major sects would surely be extremely cautious with the backhands they prepared for them.
He snorted coldly and left, waving his sleeves.
Feng Bozhou left Longqiao in a carriage, not long after, a Forbidden Army soldier on horseback approached in a panic, saying, "Sir, the Ministry of Works has been... been looted!"
Boom!
The roof of the carriage was directly overturned, Feng Bozhou leaped ten zhang away, swiftly heading towards the Ministry of Works.
He exerted all his body techniques, flying low as if disregarding the extreme exhaustion of his spiritual power, once it was depleted, it would be difficult to recover in a short time.
If an enemy appeared at this moment, it could lead to his demise.
In the time it took an incense stick to burn, he returned to the Ministry of Works.
The officials surrounded the entrance, looking at each other, Feng Bozhou pushed through the crowd and walked in, quickly arriving at the place where the spirit medicines were stored.
Inside was a mess, all the spirit medicines were overturned, and the last batch of fruit medicines, the best quality batch of Lincuan fruit medicines in recent years, was gone!
Suddenly, he saw a low-value, but three-jin heavy Angelica sinensis bitten, many unclaimed spirit medicines were destroyed.
All of this was like a drop of water falling into hot oil, Feng Bozhou's face turned iron blue, his fists clenched continuously, under great anger, he punched the wall, densely cracking like a spider web.
"What a brilliant diversion!"
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On the other side, Gu Wen and He Huan were dividing the spoils in an uninhabited dilapidated house.
Two large bags of herbs, initially Gu Wen intended to split them evenly based on the quantity and years of the herbs, which might cause him to lose a bit, but it would deepen their cooperation in the future.
He Huan was very good at dealing with people, citing that he hadn't contributed much, he only took thirty percent, the remaining seventy percent belonged to Gu Wen.
This was the advantage of dealing with smart people, each knew how much they should take, avoiding unequal distribution of the spoils.
He Huan didn't contribute much, but just like the incident at Longqiao where they snatched the Condensing Dao Pill, his biggest credit was sharing the risk with Gu Wen.
If something went wrong, he could take more, and if nothing happened, he should still take a portion.
It was just that when the other party took the initiative to bring it up, it definitely made people more comfortable.
He Huan didn't feel like he was losing out, but rather gaining.
Because Gu Wen also made concessions to him, exchanging his precious spirit medicines for the herbs in his hands.
The Lincuan fruit medicines were potent, but also extremely toxic, only experienced alchemists could handle them, and exchanging over three hundred fruit medicines for a single ginseng was simply too valuable.
Brother Red Dust is not a stingy person, with high talent, worthy of deep friendship!
Gu Wen took out a ginseng and swallowed it whole, his fate slightly trembled, and the depleted Heavenly Essence once again became active.
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