Chapter 1141: Chapter 92: Master Is a Bit Hypoglycemic Today

Once the door was closed, Huang Anshi placed a talisman paper on it to shield the sounds inside from those outside. Only then did he let out a long sigh.

Today has been quite a disgraceful day.

“Master, this place doesn’t seem very respectable,”

said the youngest male among the four companions.

The four were actually disciples Huang Anshi had taken on overseas, although their similar ages made them look less like a master and his disciples.

Huang Anshi himself didn’t act superior like a typical master.

Sighing at the remark, he said, “Indeed, this is not a reputable place. It lacks nothing in music, debauchery, and luxury, better than any brothel. Initially, I just wanted a place to rest, but without realizing it, we stumbled into a place like this. Ah Fu, Ah Bao, you two behave yourselves and do not be seduced, ruining your cultivation.”

Ah Bao, who had spoken earlier, curled his lip and said, “Master, our luggage was rummaged through, and now we’ve got nothing left of value. Even if you didn’t warn us, neither me nor senior brother could do more than look.”

“You still want to look, do you?”

The girl nearby cast a murderous glare.

“Ah Xiang, Ah Xiu, you two must also be careful. Don’t think that because you’ve learned a few skills, you can wander the Jianghu World without caution. There are countless hidden talents and masters among all walks of life in this country. Look at the girl guarding our door; sharp yet composed, her bearing firm. It takes a decade of practice to develop calluses like those on her hands. If it came to a fight, you two might not be able to take her down.”

Ah Bao sneered, “How can someone so skilled end up in a place like this?”

Huang Anshi replied helplessly, “Haven’t we also reached the point of not being able to afford a meal? What right do we have to look down on her?”

“Master… you mentioned there’s a demon here, is that true? We’re not just here for a free meal, right?”

“Of course it’s true! You know nothing and just horse around all day, failing to learn the Qi Observation Skill or even get a Demon Hunter’s license…”

“But we did get it!”

“What good is a first-level certificate? You can buy one with a bit of money!”

Huang Anshi gave Ah Bao a fierce glare and explained in a low voice, “I originally thought this was a wealthy household and didn’t expect it to be such a place. Their original Feng Shui setup was disrupted by someone, offending some enemy with wicked means in return.”

“I was thinking of fixing their Feng Shui and getting a meal in return. Only when closer did I discover that beneath this establishment’s Feng Shui setup, there is an Evil Object sealed.”

“You don’t mean they are keeping a ghost, do you?”

“Hard to say.”

Huang Anshi shook his head, saying, “Though I’ve heard of the so-called ‘Five Ghost Fortune Technique’ in the Jianghu World, truly wealthy individuals wouldn’t resort to such undignified means. Proper Feng Shui will naturally attract wealth. Forget the affluent; even girls in a demimondaine like this can earn by just lying down; no need for ghosts to earn more easily, right?”

“True…”

“However, one cannot entirely dismiss the possibility. After all, in such places, there are bound to be hidden shameful secrets. If coincidentally a Red-Clothed Fierce Ghost is born amidst these dirty dealings, ordinary mages might not be able to handle it, only seal or suppress it and build something like a school over it to slowly erode it with positive energy.”

“Master, how is a Red-Clothed Woman Ghost created?”

“It’s a Red-Clothed Fierce Ghost! For example, if a girl is born on a yin year, yin month, and yin day, her birth elements are extremely sinister. If she suffered immense grievances, torments in life, and her resentment after death remained intense and unrelenting, combined with other factors, a Red-Clothed Fierce Ghost could form.”

While speaking, Huang Anshi pulled out a notebook from his pocket, “Yet, these demons are rare. It’s not as though we’re so unlucky that we stumble across a Red-Clothed—”

Opening the notebook, he saw a large blood-red word appear on the empty page.

“RUN——!”

Huang Anshi snapped the notebook shut.

“What’s wrong, Master?”

“Nothing, maybe my blood sugar is low, made me hallucinate.”

Let’s just have dinner first.

Unfazed, Huang Anshi picked up his bowl, quietly taking a bite.

The four disciples didn’t notice anything strange and cheerfully joined their master in the meal.

“What is this? Why is there raw meat on the rice?”

“You don’t know? This is Fosang’s sushi.”

“What kind of meat is this?”

“Fish meat, of course, it can’t be human meat, right?”

Huang Anshi silently put down his chopsticks.

“Master, why did you stop eating again? Didn’t you say your blood sugar was low?”

“Just remembered my father all of a sudden.”

Huang Anshi took a deep breath, drank some wine to steady his nerves, and opened the notebook again.

This time, the crimson writing had vanished completely.

A line of simple, unadorned text appeared on the page.

“Fusang Spirit—Samurai Armor: Once followed its master through countless battles, a trace of spirit intelligence was born through the blood and flesh of Divine Demons. Forgotten long underground after the master’s death, over time became a Fusang Spirit, harboring indiscriminate malice towards the living. On stormy nights, it manifests in the mortal world, killing life and devouring souls to sate its own void and hunger.”

Oh good, it really was low blood sugar.

Huang Anshi let out a breath, closed the notebook, and quietly resumed his meal.

Just after eating a bite of the crispy tempura, he saw a flash of lightning outside, lighting up half the night sky followed by rolling thunder.

Huang Anshi: “…”

Can’t you let me finish this meal first before you start anything?

Moments later, torrential rain poured down.

“Master, I think I ate something bad, need to use the bathroom,”

Ah Bao said as he rubbed his stomach and stood up.

Clearly, there wasn’t a toilet in the room; one needed to go outside.

Huang Anshi nodded helplessly.

Ah Bao clutched his belly, got up, and opened the door. The girl named Xiaobai raised her head, her gaze icy.

“Excuse me, miss…”

“Go that way, take a left at the end, don’t wander off.”

Alright then.

The Fusang’s paper walls meant their conversation inside could be heard outside without a doubt.

Ah Bao hurried into the bathroom and squatted down, noticing someone in the stall next to him.

He didn’t give it much thought, after all, when you’re desperate, diversions are hard to notice.

Crackle pop—

“Phew…”

Just as he relaxed, the guy next to him quietly lit a cigarette, the smoke conveniently masking the odor from the pit.

Ah Bao pursed his lips, feeling a bit of desire to join but feeling embarrassed.

After all, they were strangers meeting by chance.

As he was contemplating, a hand extended over to him, holding a cigarette.

“Oh! Thanks, brother!”

Ah Bao quickly expressed gratitude, took the cigarette, and instinctively reached for a match in his pocket, only for a flame to be offered from the side.

This guy sure was considerate!

However, in the fleeting light of the match, Ah Bao saw that the hand wore heavy armor, encasing even the fingers entirely; the armor wet as if just pulled from the water.

Ah Bao took a sharp breath and said nothing.

Could it be this guy fell into the pit earlier and just climbed out?

The person squatting next to him remained silent, merely smoked, exhaling wistfully.