Even so, haven't you done your best in this matter? Considering you’ve acknowledged your mistake and even helped with the investigation, surely the Old Master won't be so harsh on you anymore? Besides, if you just insist that Qin Hu is a major suspect—/|()Updates Super Fast/|\—with the Old Master's current urgency, he will certainly intervene and get to the bottom of it with overwhelming force.

By then, whether Qin Hu actually did it won't matter as much, and your Tang family can even gain the reputation of weeding out villains for the people. What’s not to like?” Continue the persuasion… “You are right. My grandfather truly values that item.

Just a hint of a lead, and he will likely launch a massive operation immediately!” Tang Yuan mused: “However, this matter requires flawless follow-up measures, otherwise my life will still be miserable. Hmm… Good! Let’s do it this way!” The more he considered it, the more brilliant the plan seemed.

Tang Yuan became impatient: “Third Young Master, why don’t I have my men take you to the Yihong Brothel to relax for a bit? I need to rush home and report to the Old Master immediately. If the Old Master finds out that after getting such vital news, I went gallivanting in a brothel before reporting, I’ll surely be in for an even worse time.” “Indeed, there is no time to waste.

You go ahead with your business. If my brother needs something, what mind would I have for visiting a brothel? Just a casual diversion will suffice,” Jun Xie smiled: “Fatty Tang, congratulations, you will soon regain your freedom.” Tang Yuan grinned so wide his face resembled that of the Maitreya Buddha: “Mutual joy, mutual joy!

It’s all thanks to my brother’s guidance.” Declining Tang Yuan’s kind offer to escort him home, Jun Xie immediately alighted from the carriage, and the two parted ways. Watching Fatty Tang’s carriage roll away, a slight smile curved the corner of Jun Xie’s mouth. If the Tang family really makes a move, what should his next step be?

That Profound Pill is in his hands, but he has no idea how to use it. How should he solve this puzzle? Should he consider spreading news of this matter widely to attract a few top-tier experts to Tianxiang City?

The world is vast, and extraordinary individuals emerge endlessly; surely someone must know how to use it? However, he absolutely must keep this from his grandfather and Third Uncle. If they found out, given his grandfather’s upright nature and Third Uncle’s integrity, what if they insisted on returning the Profound Pill to the Tang family?

Or what if they let something slip? That would be disastrous. It would be better to use the Profound Pill on Third Uncle or Grandfather secretly when the time comes, and only then announce it—yes, make it a fait accompli… In that case, everyone could quietly enjoy the benefits, right?!

Given the marvelous nature of Jun Xie’s Heaven Creation and World Transformation Art, and the fact that its cultivation method is completely different from the Xuan Qi cultivation of this world, Jun Xie didn't believe this Profound Pill—yearned for by every Xuan Practitioner in the world—would be of much use to him. And in truth, it wasn't. However, although this world's Profound Pill was useless for advancing his Heaven Creation and World Transformation Art, there were other things here that could assist his cultivation, something this novice was currently unaware of… And then there was tomorrow’s Golden Autumn Scholars Banquet—should he attend or not?

He walked on, deep in thought, not knowing how far he had gone before he finally made a decision. Coming back to himself, he touched the throwing knife in his (bosom), and Jun Xie sighed. Ever since he last fought, Jun Xie knew that his crude, self-made throwing knives were not very effective against the advanced Xuan Practitioners of this world.

The first one, used against a Silver Xuan master, had actually become somewhat damaged and chipped! What about Gold Xuan or Jade Xuan level masters? Thinking of this, an inexplicable cold sweat broke out on Jun Xie.

The only thing he could foresee was that these iron throwing knives would have little effect on those super masters! At the very least, they wouldn't achieve the ideal result of a single fatal blow. Therefore, before his own strength truly peaked, Jun Xie needed to forge a few superior weapons for self-defense.

At the very least, the projectiles launched with his current strength should be able to pierce the protective Xuan Qi shield of a Jade Xuan expert—this was the bare minimum standard in Jun Xie’s mind! But to reach such a standard, ordinary mundane iron would certainly not suffice. Jun Xie walked with his head down, heading towards the storefront of the 'Divine Weapon Compendium'.

To find the best materials for forging throwing knives, in all of Tianxiang City, perhaps only the 'Divine Weapon Compendium' would suffice. In Jun Xie’s mind, the most ideal materials were Profound Iron, or perhaps Cold Iron; if those weren't available, he would have to make do with refined steel. After parting ways with Jun Xie, Young Master Tang Yuan returned home excitedly and, without delay, urgently requested an audience with Old Master Tang.

Old Master Tang had been extremely irritable these past few days. The theft of his most treasured top-grade Profound Pill, with no leads whatsoever, had made the already short-tempered old man even more furious. He was just thinking about Tang Yuan—if this damn brat hadn't been a dissolute prodigal son gambling and womanizing, where would all this trouble have started?

The more he thought, the angrier he became, and he was just about to order someone to summon Tang Yuan immediately for a good beating. Just as he was about to call out, a servant entered to report that the Eldest Young Master requested an audience. He was instantly stunned: Forget this critical time; it was rare for him to see this fellow even on normal days.

Now, he must be actively avoiding me, yet he dares to show up on his own initiative? Could he have gone mad from being scolded? “Tell him to roll in here immediately!” After a moment’s thought, he added, “Bring the Iron Abacus!” As Tang Yuan entered, he saw the enormous Iron Abacus placed right in front of him, and his face instantly turned as sour as a pickled plum.

“What other foul business is this?” Old Master Tang was furious! he asked, while nodding his chin towards the Iron Abacus, signaling Tang Yuan to kneel upon it before speaking. He knew his grandson's meager capabilities well enough; if it weren't for an unsolvable problem, he would never dare disturb him!

Tang Yuan’s face twisted in distress, and he awkwardly knelt upon it, his belly slapping the ground with a crisp thud. “What is it?” Old Master Tang looked at his grandson’s belly pressed against the floor, his anger only intensifying: “Can’t you lose some weight?! Do you really think you’re a pig?!” Tang Yuan had returned eagerly, hoping to report his success, but instead received this treatment.

He immediately drooped his head dejectedly, looked at his belly, and mumbled, “I don’t want to be so fat either… These past few days, you’ve lectured me so much that I can barely eat, only drinking water, yet the weight keeps piling on…” “Hurry up and state your business!” Old Master Tang was both angry and amused. “Stop with this useless talk; did you cause more trouble?” “Grandfather, I…” In his excitement, Tang Yuan remembered that according to Jun Mo Xie’s plan, he was about to escape this miserable life. He couldn't help but leap to his feet, ignoring the Old Master’s imminent wrath: “Grandfather, I might have found a clue about the Profound Pill stolen from our family.” “Oh?!” Old Master Tang was just about to fly into a rage and make the brat kneel again, but upon hearing this, his spirit instantly soared, his eyes shining brightly, and he let the transgression slide: “Tell me quickly, what clue is it?” “Since the Profound Pill was stolen, your grandson has been worried day and night, blaming himself endlessly.

These past few days, I have exhausted my mind, wrung my heart dry, pondered painstakingly, considered carefully, dedicated myself completely…” Tang Yuan’s expression was sincere, conveying the profoundness of someone who had completely repented and turned over a new leaf. “Stop! Stop, stop, stop!” Old Master Tang felt a massive headache coming on: “Do you want to keep kneeling on that thing before you speak properly?

Spit it out!” He pointed to the Iron Abacus. Startled: “…Today, while out investigating leads, I encountered Qin Xiaobao, the son of Qin Hu, the leader of the North City Gang, at the Drunken Immortal Tower. He was arrogantly bullying common folk, relying on his father’s power.

Your grandson’s righteous heart couldn’t bear to see such sordid affairs! Thus, I, with soaring aspiration and feet dancing like the east wind! Intervened righteously to save the weak; seeing injustice, I drew my sword to help, acting with chivalry for the nation and the people… Uh, shortly after, that brat Qin Hu actually dared to bring his men to cause trouble—truly courting death!

When he realized it was me, he became extremely flustered.” Fatty Tang’s boasting skills were truly extraordinary; the words tumbled out in a practiced torrent. “Nonsense! Who the hell is Qin Hu?

How dare he provoke our Tang family? Of course, he’d be flustered! Is that your clue?!” Old Master Tang scoffed.

What kind of rubbish clue was this? He had actually harbored hope based on what this fool of a grandson said. He really was… Listening to this string of self-praise, the Old Master felt his head swell like a bushel basket, his face covered in dark lines.

“Grandfather, if Qin Hu had been nervous from the very beginning, it would be reasonable. But initially, he showed no signs of panic at all. However, when I mentioned the matter of our house being robbed, Qin Hu’s expression changed drastically, as if he had seen a ghost.” Tang Yuan adopted the look of a brilliant strategist, analyzing carefully: “Outsiders only know that the Tang family had gold and jewels stolen, and we are pursuing the thief for the sake of face.

Logically, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with Qin Hu. Why was he so shocked? Your grandson believes there must be a huge hidden mystery here!

Perhaps, this bastard is the one who did it!”

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