Mundane Saint-Chapter 40 – New changes

Huang Su looked at Hong Ba's corpse and analyzed the situation.
Judging by the ferocity of the attack, Huang Su concluded that the opponent was likely a Core Formation cultivator with strength comparable to his own!
However, most of the people south of Cloud Spirit City were ordinary folks or cultivators without much skill. Having been around for so long, Huang Su was well aware of this. So...
It seemed a new face had arrived in the south of Cloud Spirit City.
Moreover, it appeared that his Black Forest Gang had already made an enemy of this person!
Both inside and outside the south of Cloud Spirit City, there were plenty of spies from other factions. They must have seen Hong Ba's corpse being carried back and would soon realize that someone had acted against the Black Forest Gang.
This had already damaged the reputation of his Black Forest Gang!
More importantly, that brat had taken something from the house, prompting his men to give chase.
The ordinary people in that area were dirt poor; the land was valuable, not the people.
"Do you know what that brat took?" Huang Su asked coldly.
"It was a pendant, a purple-gold pendant. According to Hong Ba, it was definitely something belonging to a cultivator, possibly a spatial storage treasure or something else. In any case, it was very valuable!"
"What did you say?!" Huang Su slammed the armrest of his chair in anger, and the entire chair shattered into pieces.
"How could an ordinary person possess such a treasure?"
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He paced back and forth, his brow furrowed with deep concern and shock. But after thinking it over, a cold smile appeared on his lips.
No matter what, an ordinary person holding such a treasure was unacceptable.
Even if it was given to him or left to him, so what? In this world, the strong prey on the weak. If he couldn't protect what he had, he shouldn't expect to keep it!
"Hmph, what audacity, to steal from my Black Forest Gang."
Huang Su didn't know what the treasure was, but having it stolen by an ordinary person was absolutely unacceptable. If word got out, the Black Forest Gang's reputation would be in the gutter.
But that ordinary brat had been rescued.
And the one who rescued her was likely a cultivator with strength not inferior to his own, and a newcomer at that. If that were the case, he wouldn't fear the Black Forest Gang's reputation, but he couldn't stand the thought of the treasure falling into their hands... Huang Su was not willing to accept this!
He was just one person, but the Black Forest Gang had more than just a few fighters!
"Chong Jiu!" he shouted.
Immediately, a person rushed in and respectfully said, "Boss."
"Take a few skilled brothers and head to Cloud Spirit City first thing in the morning. Check out that guy's background. If he's as strong as me, retreat immediately and back to me. I'll handle it personally!"
Chong Jiu hesitated for a moment before asking, "Boss, what if that guy is stronger than you..."
Huang Su's fierce and terrifying gaze fell upon him.
"Yes!"
Chong Jiu left without looking back.
...
Early in the morning, Gu Heng was already tidying up the small courtyard at the back. There was a small room where he tossed all the clutter he didn't need.
He dipped his brush in ink and, with fluid strokes, wrote four large characters on the rice paper.
Gu Family Medicine Hall.
His calligraphy skills were also "masterful," but he rarely had the chance to show them off, and he hadn't been in the mood to write for a long time. Running the medicine hall was a business, after all.
But now he needed to find someone to make a new plaque for the sign.
Gu Heng rolled up the paper and tucked it under his arm, just in time to see Qin Yiyao coming down from upstairs, rubbing her sleepy eyes and looking exhausted.
"Did you sleep well?" Gu Heng asked with a smile.
"Mm-hmm..." Qin Yiyao replied lazily, rubbing her eyes.
She must have been exhausted. In the past, living on the streets, she couldn't get enough to eat or sleep soundly. Gu Heng shook his head with a smile, not minding at all. She was just a young girl, after all.
"I'm going out for a while. Take care of the shop. There are hot steamed buns and boiled eggs in the pot."
"Okay, Master, take care." Qin Yiyao replied obediently.
Gu Heng nodded and left.
After Gu Heng left, Qin Yiyao stretched her body, and a series of crisp pops came from her joints.
Last night, she had been studying the book "Body" until late at night. Now, after her rebirth, the troubles that had plagued her for years were finally resolved!
Her Dao roots had manifested, and she had entered the path of cultivation!
She immediately began practicing "The Emperor's Heart Technique" from memory. It was the technique she had been cultivating before her death, so she was naturally familiar with it. After a night of practice, she, Qin Yiyao, was now at the sixth level of Qi Refining!
But if she were to truly fight someone, even against a first-level Core Formation cultivator, she wouldn't be at a disadvantage!
After a busy night, Qin Yiyao's "hope" had finally arrived.
Qin Yiyao pushed open the door to the kitchen in the back hall. As soon as she opened the stove, she saw the eggs in the pot. She paused for a moment, then smiled faintly, picked one up, and put it in her mouth.
It tasted pretty good.
She had a handsome and considerate master.
"...Senior Xuan, did you feel it?"
In the front hall, Su Jinxi, who was lying on top of the medicine cabinet, transmitted her voice to Jian Xuan, who was in the ancient lamp in the corner.
"Yes, sixth level of Qi Refining," Jian Xuan replied. "Last night, there was no sign of her Dao roots manifesting, and now she's already at the sixth level of Qi Refining. Such speed... it's unheard of."
"The Young Master truly has a discerning eye, recognizing her extraordinary nature."
Su Jinxi raised her paw and touched her face.
"If it weren't for Young Master Gu, this genius might have perished early."
Jian Xuan chuckled softly.
...
In the west of Cloud Spirit City, Gu Heng was holding the rolled-up paper, looking for a shop specializing in carving.
He didn't wander around the south of the city first. Instead, he chatted with the butcher he bought meat from last night and found out that there was a shop specializing in plaque carving in the west of Cloud Spirit City.
It was said that the old gentleman named Gu there had excellent craftsmanship and was a master calligrapher. If someone brought their own writing for him to carve, he would be displeased. If the writing was unattractive, he would be very displeased and would write a new piece himself before carving it.
In short, he was an eccentric old man.
But Gu Heng wanted just such a craftsman.
After all, his calligraphy was "masterful," and he had to do justice to his skills. He couldn't just find someone with poor craftsmanship to do the job.
After searching for half an hour, Gu Heng finally found the shop in a not-so-deep alley. The shop was hidden in the bustling market, like a place that nurtured true talent amidst the noise.
"...You stubborn brat!"
Before he even entered, Gu Heng heard the sounds of a quarrel from inside the shop.
"My writing is still lacking in some aspects, but if you could guide me, I would humbly learn."
"Oh, you brat, I've told you, my writing is nothing special, and you keep pestering me every day. If I have customers, I can't get my work done!"
The two were arguing, and Gu Heng listened closely, quickly understanding the situation.
It seemed someone had come seeking to learn.
That wasn't surprising. The reputation of this Old Man Gu was quite widespread. People from the south of the city would come to him for carving. Gu Heng thought that even if the old man's shop was hidden, his reputation was a direct path.
Sure enough, someone had come looking for him.
Gu Heng smiled, thinking that although he had real skills, his reputation was not well-known at all.
He walked in, and there were two figures, one old and one young, standing there.
The older one was a white-bearded old man, thin and wearing tattered clothes, with scars all over his arms, looking weathered and worn. He was hunched over a table, holding a rather crude brush, making strokes that shone with brilliance.
It seemed that the stubbornness of the young man beside him had disturbed his mood, and the characters he was writing were sharp and angular, as if he were furious.
Beside him stood a young man of about twenty.
He had his long hair tied up, a slender figure, clear eyes like autumn moons, thin lips, and a gentle, indifferent demeanor, like a mountain stream. At first glance, he was quite a handsome young man.
Gu Heng thought that Cloud Spirit City was indeed a good place, full of handsome men and beautiful women.
"Sorry to intrude."
Gu Heng smiled and respectfully bowed.
"Oh, here to have a plaque carved?"
Old Man Gu looked over, sizing him up. When he saw the roll of rice paper under Gu Heng's arm, he frowned slightly.
"Yes, I've just arrived in Cloud Spirit City and settled down. I heard that there's an eccentric old man with a temper in the west of the city, but he writes beautifully and carves excellent plaques, so I had to come and see for myself."
Gu Heng said frankly.
Old Man Gu's face showed a hint of a smile, but the young man in white was displeased. "You, sir, are truly rude! What's wrong with Senior Gu's temperament? It's just that others can't handle his patience."
Gu Heng had already sized up the young man when he entered.
Wealthy.
Just like when he first arrived in Greenwood City, and the girl named Meng Yirou was boasting about her knowledge of alchemy.
This young man was probably a noble scion, obsessed with calligraphy, now seeking to learn from Old Man Gu.
Rich people really had nothing better to do. They could seek out a mortal master, learn a few tricks, and then brag to their friends, claiming to be an alchemist or a calligrapher...
Being rich was great.
But judging by the earlier commotion, Old Man Gu was definitely not willing, but this young man was probably very patient or stubborn, likely wearing Old Man Gu down.
He couldn't stand hearing others speak ill of Old Man Gu.
"Enough! You come here every day, making a fuss. Sit quietly; I have a customer."
Old Man Gu, full of displeasure, pressed the young man into a chair, making him look a bit aggrieved, unable to move. Then he approached Gu Heng and said, "You brought your own writing?"
"Yes."
Gu Heng nodded and handed him the rolled-up paper.
"Hmph, you people looking for me to carve plaques always bring writing that's ugly as sin, not like writing at all, more like scratching with claws."
Old Man Gu snorted, taking it without opening it.
Gu Heng raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at the characters Old Man Gu had just written on the table—"Seek the Dao, Find Peace."
Hmm, this old mortal man was practicing calligraphy with a mystical flair.
And the writing wasn't all that impressive.
"I mean no offense, but Old Man Gu, your writing... lacks some refinement."
Gu Heng said leisurely.
Hearing this, Old Man Gu's expression changed.