"Big brother?"
Hei Si pointed at Zhong Shenxiu: "He... he..."
Hei Si wanted to say that Zhong Shenxiu had hidden parts of the book's content.
This taboo of revealing one's true form upon drinking water was sothing the other didn't ntion!
Otherwise, their plan wouldn't have had such a huge flaw!
Of course, Zhong Shenxiu had already noticed Hei Si's ill intentions and deliberately held back so information.
"Let's go!"
Hei San knew that at this point, saying anything was useless, especially since their reputation was already ruined.
In public opinion, if one's character is corrupted, then they're a bad person, all bad actions are attributed to them, and rebutting is only seen as covering up, as a guilty conscience! Even if evidence is presented, it must be doubted first!
Simply put, they tried to tarnish Zhong Shenxiu's reputation, but ended up staining their own, and now no one believes them!
Under the current circumstances, leaving is the best option!
Thinking of this, Hei San drew a short knife from his waist, and the black hair on his face seed to grow more vigorous, exuding an aura of a desperado.
The Loose Cultivators around were eager to watch the excitent but would definitely not help Zhong Shenxiu stop anyone.
"Co and ruin my business, and you think you can just leave? There's no such easy way in this world!"
Zhong Shenxiu remained seated calmly, flicking two drops of water with his fingers.
No matter how Hei San and Hei Si resisted, the water droplets fell on them.
"Ah!"
Two screams sounded as Hei San and Hei Si rolled on the ground, transforming into two donkeys.
"Since you are so willing to be beasts, then remain beasts forever."
Zhong Shenxiu chuckled lightly and said to Jiang Kun, who just arrived on hearing the news, "Go prepare plate tiles, boiling water... today we feast."
"What?" Jiang Kun was completely baffled.
"Today I'll teach you a new dish, called—Stewed Donkey at." Zhong Shenxiu's voice was calm and leisurely, but to others, it sounded like the Nine Netherworld's demonic voice invading them: "It's said heavenly dragon at, earthly donkey at... This donkey at is exquisite but for the best color, fragrance, and taste there's a special thod; for example... fix a live donkey, peel off the most tender skin, ladle boiling soup over it, and wait till the at is cooked, then plate up... "
"Or for instance, directly slice the live donkey at, either for hot pot or barbecue... enjoying the at while hearing its cries is an indescribable delight!"
With these words, not only were the two donkeys shocked, but several Loose Cultivators around showed signs of pity.
"I let you all know, I may have a good temper, but I am no saint!"
Zhong Shenxiu glanced around, causing those freelance Deciphering Masters whom he had previously stolen work from to hang their heads, their bodies shaking like a sieve.
'These people only skim over the surface... the real masterminds are still hidden in the shadows...'
'And... what I'm doing now also plays a clever trick, that the market managers haven't stepped in implies a greater power is involved? Tingchao Pavilion... testing ?'
Zhong Shenxiu mused to himself, satisfied with the performance's effect.
In this market, there aren't many good people; one must be fiercer and more wicked to avoid many troubles later.
Soon, the water boiled fiercely.
The miserable cries of the two donkeys echoed through the market.
Zhong Shenxiu arranged various seasonings, took the cooked donkey at, dipped in sauce as if to eat, but actually with a Qiankun Small Technique, it vanished sowhere unknown.
He felt contempt for eating at of such filthy beings, only wanted to perform like a villain.
"Co, Brother Jiang, why not join in enjoying gourt eats?"
He sat at the stall munching, treating the stall as a buffet table, and even invited Jiang Kun.
Over ti, Jiang Kun had gained many benefits by following Zhong Shenxiu, acquiring nurous Daoist Skill techniques, but faced with those continuously wailing donkeys, he shook his head repeatedly: "I dare not interrupt Brother Fang's pleasure."
"Never mind, never mind, after we've eaten, take these donkeys and sell them..."
Zhong Shenxiu picked up a white silk scarf nearby, elegantly wiping his lips, unbeknownst how this gesture seed more terrifying than any demon to Cen Hongyue observing.
"Sell them? That's fine; it serves as a lesson."
Jiang Kun said, realizing.
"What are you thinking? I'm not that magnanimous!" Zhong Shenxiu looked astonished: "Having gone through my Daoist Skill enlightennt, they'll never revert in their lifeti..."
Even if only applying Fang Lang's technique, it's Corpse Dissolution Immortal Position.
Unless those two can find a Daoist Great Saint, though in this Cultivation World, only the top figures may achieve that, even the market master might not reach!
Nearby cultivators hearing this shivered, labeling Zhong Shenxiu as possessing high Daoist skills, strictly ticulous, and violently temperantal... an absolutely untouchable entity...
...
Half a month had passed since the donkey at banquet.
Jiang Kun seed frightened, found an excuse, and slipped away gleefully, Zhong Shenxiu let him go.
On this day.
He was at his stall, idly playing with calculation rods, when a bright-eyed female practitioner who had lingered for days finally summoned the courage to approach: "Senior..."
"Don't call Senior, I'm rely a businessman, pay and I'll serve!"
Zhong Shenxiu spoke without lifting his head.
This attitude relieved Cen Hongyue sowhat, as she produced a Magic Contract: "I present an ancient book for translation, but please sign the contract beforehand..."
Zhong Shenxiu glanced over, recognizing it as a market-provided contract, its validity? To him, it was worthless...
Thus, he chuckled, checked the contents which guaranteed truthful and secure translating without leakage, and casually signed: "Give it here for to see!"
Cen Hongyue took a deep breath, retrieved the secret volu hidden in her bosom, and respectfully handed it to Zhong Shenxiu.
Zhong Shenxiu glanced over it, a smile appeared: "Do you know what this book contains?"
"It's a family heirloom, containing boundless mysteries!"
Cen Hongyue answered steadfastly, otherwise Five Passes Sect wouldn't relentlessly pursue her.
"Indeed, mysteries are boundless, but not suitable for you..."
Zhong Shenxiu arranged white paper, gingerly ground ink, using a brush to translate the book's contents.
"Sea Country Travelogue?"
Cen Hongyue gasped upon reading the opening, her face turned pale: "How... how could it be, you tricked..."
She recalled the stall owner's ferocity and instantly realized, covering her mouth, recognizing the Magic Contract was ineffective here, acknowledging no deceit or trickery from him, feeling as if her bones were drawn: "My ancestral to is... rely an overseas narrative?"
"Well? Want to continue translating? I'll charge you cheaper, one hundred treasure banknotes will do."
Zhong Shenxiu smiled gently.
Cen Hongyue felt chaotic, if the book were a Mysterious Skill, empowering her instantly, she would certainly commit at all costs to translate.
But now, an account of customs?
Cen Hongyue instinctively shook her head.
"Then please leave, translation of this opener costs one treasure banknote only."
Zhong Shenxiu slapped his sleeve, bidding her off.
He had glanced briefly, morized the contents of "Sea Country Travelogue," effortlessly acquiring knowledge.
Seeing Cen Hongyue's dispirited back departing, he shook his head, suddenly drew a piece of white paper, writing: "Large crowd... genealogies..."
Cataloging Tingchao Pavilion's massive data, and during this period, collecting abundant docunts and gaining via white scrapping knowledge, Zhong Shenxiu had deepened his understanding of this world's structure.
Especially those ultimate existences and their lineage groups.
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