I Have A Qi Fortune Altar

Chapter 41: Chapter 41 Spirit Hall

Ping’an County, South City.

Chen Yuan and Wang Ping were leading a few White Servants on patrol.

After the incident with the Huang Family, the security at the county government had been tightly reinstated. Not only them, but most government officials had been assigned tasks as well.

The official from the Heavenly Patrol Bureau had already made it very clear before: those fugitives from the No-Life Sect had not been captured and were still hiding within Ping’an County.

“Yuan bro, do you really want to compete for the position of arrest officer?” Wang Ping looked around, moved closer, and asked in a lower voice.

He couldn’t help it, he was just curious about what Chen Yuan was thinking and… how he had improved his strength?

Although Chen Yuan was a bit more diligent than he, they had sparred last month, and he had only been slightly better than him, still a long way off from the Blood Refining Level.

Lying at home for more than half a month, it felt as if a year had passed.

The world really changes fast.

“With such a good opportunity, if I miss it, I really wouldn’t be content,” Chen Yuan shook his head.

“Then… do you feel confident? Wu Yushan, Wang Lin in the prison, are among the top experts in the county government,” Wang Ping’s eyes flashed with concern.

Chen Yuan and he had hit it off, and he had always regarded Chen Yuan as an older brother. He really didn’t want to see any accidents happen to him during the competition.

“Just a tiny bit.”

Just a little bit, and you dare to gamble, Yuan bro?

Wang Ping was startled, not catching the teasing in Chen Yuan’s words.

“You will know when the time comes.”

“Yuan bro, please don’t overdo it,” Wang Ping said, and then sighed:

“If you could really become an arrest officer, it would be great, I could also bask in your reflected glory.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll let you bask in it.”

“Yuan bro, look.”

Suddenly, Wang Ping’s voice paused, he raised his eyebrows, signaling Chen Yuan to look to the front left.

There, white silk was hung up.

Above the gate hung a plaque with two large characters, Tie Residence!

Since the death of Old Sixth Song, Tie Qinghua naturally wouldn’t continue to pose as Lady Song, but rather as the Tie Lady.

“I heard they never found the entirety of the head jailer Tie’s body. Several corpses were mixed together, with only the head jailer’s long spear preserved intact.”

Wang Ping smacked his lips, seemingly in regret.

“What, did the head jailer owe you a favor? Why do you look so regretful?” Chen Yuan glanced at Wang Ping.

“No, what position did the head jailer hold? How could I possibly have anything to do with him for no reason.”

“Alright, let’s go, move on to patrol ahead,”

Chen Yuan said softly.

“Hey Yuan bro, do you think now that Tie Xuan is dead, will his subordinates still be able to preserve their assets? I heard that the Tie Lady’s strength is only at the Blood Refining level, not at all like Zhu Sihai from the Four Seas Gang, whose benefits increased with the downfall of the Huang Family.”

“It’s probably difficult. It depends on what tactics the Tie Lady has.”

“Heh, a woman taking on the nickname ‘Tie Lady’, just not sure if they can still be so ironclad now that the head jailer has died.”

The tone of Wang Ping’s voice carried a hint of enjoying the chaos.

“Either way, it’s none of our business, no point in worrying about it.”

Chen Yuan rebuked softly.

Wang Ping grinned and stopped discussing Tie Qinghua, instead making suggestive gestures and saying:

“Yuan bro, the Oiran at Yanyu Building, don’t you want to try her? Maybe… after that, you could even get some benefits in tomorrow’s competition.”

“If you want to go, just go, I need to cultivate tonight.”

“Training at night too?”

“Otherwise, how do you think strength is achieved? The sword’s edge comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom’s scent from the bitter cold. Only through diligent and hard training can one possess the strength others cannot.”

“The sword’s edge comes from sharpening, and the plum blossom’s scent from the bitter cold… Chen Yuan, I suddenly realize you are quite literary,” Wang Ping muttered.

“Of course, do you really think I wasted those years at the private school?”

“It seems I read more books than you, so why are you so exceptional?”

Chen Yuan remained silent.

“Forget it, if you’re going to train hard tonight, then I’ll go check out Yanyu Building tonight to see if it’s really as my father said: time leaves no trace. If it’s not bad, you must go another day.”

“Let’s talk about it another day.”

“Don’t say that, Chen Yuan, you’ve changed. You didn’t used to be this evasive about such things…”

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Late at night.

At Chen Yuan’s home.

After finishing his saber practice, Chen Yuan took a deep breath, sheathed his long saber, hung it on the wall, and from a cabinet, took out a set of black robes, hanging the black iron mask from under the bed box on his face.

He silently walked out of his home.

He was off to visit Tie Qinghua at the Tie Family residence.

She wasn’t important, nor was the death of Tie Xuan—what was important were the twenty Tiger Bone Pills that Tie Qinghua had promised.

Though Chen Yuan had some silver, to be honest, he had few connections. Within the county government, he couldn’t reveal too much until he ascended to the position of arrest officer.

Otherwise, it would cause unnecessary trouble.

For now, his reliance was still on Tie Qinghua.

Moreover, most importantly, although Tiger Bone Pills as cultivation resources could span the entire Foundation Establishment Realm… once it reached the Bone Refining Level, it likely wouldn’t be so simple.

He would definitely need some other elixirs to aid him.

Tiger Bone Pills as cultivation resources were not easy to come by, and Chen Yuan’s plan was actually to temporarily support Tie Qinghua. Of course, it was still too early to say if it would succeed.

The Tie Residence.

The candlelight gradually extinguished, and apart from some patrolling footsteps, the entire Tie residence was quiet.

“Big brother, the head of the Tie prison is dead. Are we still going to sell our lives for the Tie Family? I heard that there are quite a few forces outside coveting the Tie Family’s assets.”

“Without a Bone Refining master present, I’m afraid…”

One of the patrolling protectors of the Tie Family whispered.

Not just him, ever since the news of Tie Xuan’s death came back, the whole Tie residence had been enveloped in a fearful atmosphere. The reason Song Lao Liu and Tie Qinghua could steadily control these foundations was precisely because of Tie Xuan’s fame.

But now, with Tie Xuan dead, the ghosts and spirits of Ping’an County would not miss this opportunity.

Without a Bone Refining master present, the brothels, gambling dens, and pickpocketing businesses in Tie Qinghua’s hands were quite a juicy piece of meat.

“Lady usually treats us generously; how can we…” another hesitated.

“Big brother, you’re being foolish. She treats us well because we work for her, but now, it’s sending us to our deaths!”

“I’ll think about it…”

“What’s there to think about, from what I see…”

The two protectors walked away, and a shadow from the corner moved in a certain direction.

In a spirit hall covered with white silk, seven white candles burned as bursts of cold air blew in from outside, and Tie Qinghua, kneeling on a cushion, had a cold expression on her face.

“Shush…”

Chen Yuan, making no attempt to hide, checked the surroundings for other people. After making sure there were none, he walked confidently into the spirit hall.