Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 22 Heading to the Dark Channel

Feng Ao pondered for a moment, then looked at Feng Xiu.

Feng Xiu immediately understood, took out a silver note from his sleeve, and presented it with both hands, saying, "You saved the people of a city, please accept this small token of my appreciation."

Master Huanglong looked down and saw that it was exactly one hundred taels.

His expression changed, and he waved his hands repeatedly, "Young Master Feng, this old Taoist priest prayed for rain willingly, not for money. Besides, Young Master Feng has already ordered Master Hei to repair the Taoist temple."

Before he could finish speaking, a small head peeked out from behind him.

Jiaojiao stood on tiptoe, staring at the silver note with her eyes shining.

"Grandpa, one hundred taels!" She tugged at Huanglong Zhenren's sleeve and whispered, "With money, we can buy lots of delicious food and won't have to drink thin porridge every day anymore."

"Shut up." Master Huanglong turned around and glared at her.

Jiaojiao pouted, but her eyes were still glued to the banknote, and she even forgot to lick the candied hawthorn in her hand.

"Master, please accept this. It's a small token of the Feng family's appreciation, and also the sentiment of the entire city's people."

Then, Feng Xiu handed the silver note forward again.

Master Huanglong hesitated for a moment, then finally sighed and accepted the silver note.

"Thank you very much, Young Master Feng." He clasped his hands in a respectful gesture of thanks. "This old Taoist priest is unworthy of your gratitude."

When Jiaojiao saw that her grandfather had accepted the money, her little face immediately lit up with a smile, and she whispered something.

"Grandpa, I want to eat osmanthus cake."

Master Huanglong glared at her helplessly, then prepared to leave.

"Master, wait a moment, I have another request." At this moment, Feng Xiu spoke earnestly again.

As he spoke, he turned to the side so that she could see Zhou Gang sitting in the chair.

"My uncle suffered some memory loss this morning. He is a man of extraordinary abilities. I wonder if you could investigate him?"

Since Master Huanglong can summon rain, he must be a highly accomplished Taoist master. Letting him take a look might yield some good results.

"Young Master Feng, you're too kind. It was just a small favor."

Upon hearing this, Master Huanglong nodded, stepped forward, and bent down to examine the body.

First, he examined Zhou Gang's eyelids, then checked his pulse, and finally placed his hand on the palm print on Zhou Gang's chest.

A moment later, he straightened up, his face grave.

"Patriarch Feng, Eldest Young Master," Master Huanglong said slowly, "this man's injuries are not caused by ordinary martial arts."

Feng Ao asked in a deep voice, "What did you see, Master?"

Master Huanglong pondered for a moment, seemingly considering his words.

"Judging from his complexion, although his qi and blood are disordered, it's not fatal. The real problem is that he has injured one of his souls." He paused, then continued, "He has injured one of his souls."

"A soul was injured?" The two were both stunned.

Master Huanglong nodded, "That's right. Humans have three souls and seven spirits. The soul governs memory and consciousness. This palm strike to the chest did not injure the physical body, but the soul."

As he spoke, he pointed to Zhou Gang's brow.

"I just checked, and Chief Escort Zhou's Heavenly and Earthly Souls are still there, but his Life Soul is a bit smaller, so he can't remember what happened the day before yesterday, because the Life Soul controls memory."

Feng Xiu felt a chill run down his spine. Suppressing his inner turmoil, he asked, "Master, in your opinion, is it possible to retrieve this soul?"

Master Huanglong said slowly, "It's not a big problem. He just needs to rest for a few days to recover."

"However, this palm print is small and exquisite, but it exudes an evil aura, unlike any righteous martial art."

Feng Xiu took a deep breath and briefly recounted Su Wantang's story.

After listening, Master Huanglong remained silent for a long time.

"Erasing people's memories, wounding their souls." He muttered to himself, then looked up at Feng Xiu.

"Gentlemen, this woman is no ordinary member of the Thousand Schools. If I am not mistaken, she may be practicing some kind of evil magic."

"Judging from its origin, it should be a technique from the Beiling School of Taizhou."

Upon hearing the Taizhou dialect, Feng Xiu felt something churning within his memories.

Yes, Feng Shouzhou mentioned it before, Su Wantang loves to sing "Linghua Ji" from Taizhou.

Looking back now, the so-called escape from Jinzhou was just a cover-up.

As he was pondering this, Feng Ao asked in a deep voice, "The Northern Ridge Sect? Does the True Person have a way to break this?"

Master Huanglong shook his head. "This sect has many evil arts, which I have only heard of. My cultivation is shallow, and I only know some rudimentary techniques for blessing and rainmaking. Such evil arts are beyond my reach."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Feng Xiu solemnly clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Master Huanglong waved his hand, about to take his leave, but then paused and turned back to look at Feng Xiu.

"Young Master, this old Taoist priest has one more thing to say."

"Please speak, sir."

Seeing that the two were still somewhat worried, Master Huanglong continued.

"The Northern Ridge technique is not a righteous or orthodox method. It uses many mediums for its execution. This person has a robust physique and his blood and qi are like a furnace. He just didn't realize that he had fallen into the trap."

These words reassured the two of them considerably. Feng Ao's expression turned serious, and he bowed and clasped his hands in greeting.

"The Feng family will forever remember your kindness. This ring is my personal keepsake. If you ever encounter any difficulties, you are welcome to come to the Feng family. We will grant you any requests!"

Feng Ao removed the thumb ring from his thumb and spoke in a very serious tone.

"No, no, Patriarch Feng, you're being too kind."

Master Huanglong couldn't refuse, but he eventually accepted. After sighing, he straightened his expression.

He bowed to the two of them in farewell and turned to leave.

……

After seeing off Master Huanglong, Zheng Bo arrived shortly after, accompanied by Feng Shouzhuo.

Feng Shouzhou was dressed in a clean blue robe, his face was so rosy it was unbelievable, and he walked with a steady gait.

Feng Ao's eyes narrowed.

Feng Xiu subconsciously took half a step back.

Feng Shouzhou, however, was completely unaware of the strangeness between the two and walked over with a smile.

"Father, elder brother, you're both here. Ah, elder brother, I heard you prayed for this rain?" He asked with some interest in the latter part of his sentence.

"Shouzhuo," Feng Ao said at this moment, "Are you feeling better?"

Feng Shouzhou nodded and replied with a smile, "Alright, I just got back from the Wenjin Association. I took a nap and woke up feeling energetic."

Feng Shouzhou's eyes were clear, his smile sincere, and he made no mention of the woman who had made him lose his appetite.

Feng Xiu looked at him, scrutinizing him intently from head to toe.

Did you feel better after a good night's sleep?

Feng Shouzhou showed no fear in the face of Feng Ao, and knew Su Wantang without needing to say anything, as his own memories were still stuck after the Wenjin Meeting.

If one's soul is damaged, one will lose their memory, but in his current state, one could even say he is strong.

There was no trace of weakness or paleness left; his physique was no worse than that of a cultivator who had undergone rigorous training!

"Big brother?" Feng Shouzhou called out when he saw him in a daze.

Feng Xiu snapped out of his daze and forced a smile. "It's alright, it's good that you're all better now."

He paused, then asked, "Shouzhuo, do you still remember that woman named Su Wantang?"

Feng Shouzhou frowned and thought for a long time, then shook his head blankly, "Su Wantang? Who's that?"

really!

"It's nothing, just a stranger." He patted Feng Shouzhou on the shoulder. "Go back and rest, read more books, I'll personally test you in a few days."

Upon hearing the word "examination," Feng Shouzhou shrank back, forced a smile, and said, "How about... or maybe we should just forget about it?"

"Huh?" Feng Xiu glared.

"Okay, I'll go back now."

Feng Shouzhu shuddered and ran away in a flash.

He was beaten by Feng Xiu from a young age; in terms of oppression, Feng Xiu was stronger than Feng Ao.

After he left, the three of them fell silent again.

Shouzhuo's complete recovery is even more unsettling than Zhou Gang's amnesia.

"She has feelings for Shouzhuo," Feng Ao said, his eyes narrowing. "Or rather, she couldn't bring herself to hurt Shouzhuo, so she simply erased his memory and restored it."

"It's good that he's not a purely evil person, sigh~" Uncle Zheng replied, and just as he was about to say something more, he sighed softly.

Feng Xiu suppressed his distracting thoughts; right now, all he wanted was to find evidence to prove his theory about the scales.

If this thing exists, then everything is correct!

"There's no use talking about this now. The most important thing is to check the culvert first."

At the same time, he looked at Feng Ao and said, "I'll set off immediately."

Feng Ao nodded, "Be careful, never mind, I'll go." He changed his mind midway through his sentence.

Although Su Wantang has escaped, no one knows if she has any other tricks up her sleeve.

Feng Xiu is only a beginner in martial arts and his strength is weak, so it would be safer for Feng Ao to go instead.

"No, this was caused by me, Father, Uncle Zheng, keep an eye on Shouzhuo." Feng Xiu immediately shook his head and said emphatically.

Feng Xiu dared not gamble on whether Su Wantang would change her mind. Now that Zhou Gang was in a coma, someone had to be in charge at home!

Feng Xiu answered readily, and although Feng Ao was worried, he still reminded him, "Alright, bring more men with you, and don't be reckless if anything happens."

"That's not a good idea; too many people will only make things worse," Feng Xiu retorted.

He wouldn't trust anyone else with this kind of task, and Feng Xiu had even deeper concerns.

Huanglong Zhenren has just prayed for rain. If he takes people to the underground canal now, what will the River Law Department think?

The closure was prepared for the worst, but it also couldn't alert the enemy prematurely.

Feng Ao understood Feng Xiu's concerns and therefore did not stop him.