Chapter 159: Chapter 151: Flame Cloud Sect_5 Chapter 159: Chapter 151: Flame Cloud Sect_5 Xie Wenren finished reading and, filled with doubts and confusion, immediately started treating the half-dead Cen Fuda. Firstly, he removed the ring from his hand, then shouted at Cen Fuda’s knee:

“Suck!”

Everyone saw the half piece of chopstick that had been lodged in Cen Fuda’s knee seem to have its own will as it flew out from within, and it didn’t even cause the slightest pain.

After removing the chopsticks, Xie Wenren quickly sealed several acupoints on Cen Fuda to stop the bleeding, and finally took out an Elixir and commanded a maid nearby to administer it to Cen Fuda with warm water.

Cen Changjin, seeing this, was overjoyed and immediately got up to ask:

“Immortal Xie, can you heal my son’s serious injury?”

“I have given him the Fiery Cloud Pill from our Flame Cloud Sect. Within three two-hour periods, he will surely recover his yang energy, and after a month of quiet recuperation, this leg injury will surely heal, and in a month and a half, he will be as lively and vigorous as before, even more so!”

“Thank you, Immortal! Steward, why haven’t you taken out One Hundred Taels of silver as reward?”

“Yes, yes, yes!”

Steward Cen San immediately ordered the servants to withdraw One Hundred Taels of silver from the accounts to express gratitude.

“Hold on!”

Xie Wenren immediately halted Steward Cen San and just stared at the half piece of chopstick in his hand, his eyes emitting a faint purple light as he scrutinized it:

“Strange! Truly strange!”

Cen Changjin and the others asked:

“What’s strange about it?”

Xie Wenren couldn’t figure it out, so he brazenly licked it in front of everyone, causing Steward Cen San, Protector Wang Lang, and others to feel utterly disgusted. But Cen Changjin, due to his long-term dealings with the Flame Cloud Sect, understood this was a sign of low Cultivation.

“The Mana residue is so pure! Remarkable! Truly remarkable!”

After that lick, Xie Wenren’s eyes widened instantly, a look of incredulity on his face!

With a sigh, he exhaled deeply to calm his complex emotions, then turned his head to look at the crowd of Idle Followers and ruffians outside the house with disdain and shouted harshly:

“Who else was watching when Official Cen was being beaten?”

“That fat Monk Mahaparinirvana!”

The crowd of Idle Followers and ruffians didn’t understand the implications of Xie Wenren’s words and could only respond truthfully.

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible! Who else? Think carefully!”

The crowd of Idle Followers and ruffians looked baffled upon hearing this, but knowing that this matter was no trivial thing by the severity of Xie Wenren’s tone, they recalled earnestly, and finally said in unison:

“Right, there was a young master drinking tea nearby and an old tea stall owner, and that young master who was drinking tea even sassed the young master a few times!”

“Young master drinking tea? Old tea stall owner?”

Xie Wenren thought for a moment, then furrowed his brows and shook his head, continuing to question:

“Who else?”

“Then there were the passersby within thirty meters, too many to remember all of them.”

Once the group of Idle Followers and ruffians finished speaking, the clever Xie Wenren immediately arrogantly theorized:

“Then it must have been a high-ranking Taoist from a Taoist sect passing by who secretly assisted that baldy! But why would a high-ranking Taoist help that baldy, could it be…”

Xie Wenren then looked over at Cen Fuda, who was lying on the bed, with suspicion:

“Could it be that Official Cen did something he shouldn’t have, and that passing high-ranked individual intervened?”

Cen Wenjin’s face flushed with anger upon hearing this and immediately tilted his head towards Steward Cen San, signaling to quickly cover it up.

Receiving the signal, Steward Cen San immediately approached Xie Wenren with an expression of grievance:

“My young master was just walking on the road when he was inexplicably beaten by that bald monk!”

“So it’s the bald monk who’s at fault?”

Xie Wenren, not as a disciple dispatched to Chang’an by the Flame Cloud Sect, who has their main monastery a thousand miles away from Chang’an, naturally wouldn’t know what kind of scoundrel the Living King of Hell, Cen Fuda was, and was thus bamboozled by the cunning Steward Cen San.

With a smug smile, Steward Cen San looked up and, taking it further, cried out:

“Our Cen Residence has no one to stand up for us, so can we not seek revenge? Poor Secretary, it is our fault for being useless and not being able to protect you fully, I deserve to die!”

After speaking, Steward Cen San even struck his own face a few times, though the slaps landed on Cen San’s face, they were actually a slap in the face to the Flame Cloud Sect and to Xie Wenren himself.

“I didn’t say I wouldn’t seek revenge for Secretary Cen, why the rush?”

Xie Wenren tossed aside the chopstick and looked at Cen Changjin, who was pretending to be helpless:

“Lord Cen, may I ask who you wish to seek revenge upon? That bald Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana or the high-ranking Taoist? If it’s the Taoist, I’ll need to ask my junior uncle to take action. I’m ashamed to say, he is not someone I can contend with!”

Cen Wenjin thought that Xie Wenren was conjuring tricks to inflate his own worth, all for the purpose of demanding extra rewards. Hence, he invented the existence of some high-ranking Taoist, but understanding the ruse, he remained silent, only saying with anger:

“The debt has a debtor, the grievance has a head. Naturally, I want the life of that bald Defrocked Monk Mahaparinirvana! As for others, being the magnanimous person I am, I will let them go…”