Demon hunter’s Cooking Manual
Chapter 1302 - 38: Qian Ju!_2

Those citizens... are afraid of death.

Provoking someone unruly who can easily take their lives, the citizens inside the city aren't fools. Naturally, they know what they should do.

Why do good people get bullied?

Why do bad people enjoy it so much?

How ridiculous.

Yet, that's how the world is.

It's a laughable compromise between ridiculousness and contradiction, or perhaps a mutual performance, on the stage named 'life'—a hypocritical dance wearing a mask with a smile, holding a knife, waiting for the moment the person in front turns away.

So, kind people need to have some sharpness.

The sharpness of kindness doesn't harm others.

It's only for self-protection.

Xu Dashan understands this, so Xu Dashan looks at Jason at this moment.

That's how The Planner dealt with Mu Bai.

Enough for Xu Dashan to understand that Mu Bai before him is a very good collaborator.

What could be better than a rule-abiding collaborator?

Naturally, a rule-abiding collaborator with strong capabilities!

As for the matter at hand?

Perhaps it's a bit difficult for Mu Bai to resolve.

But for him, it's extremely simple.

Spend money!

Amid the incited crowd, use money to buy off a portion of people, then let Mu Bai appropriately play the victim, and then he creates more lively events to draw others' attention.

After such a process, the matter settles down.

He's done it more than once, expertly familiar.

Now, just waiting for Mu Bai before him to speak again.

He will then speak out openly.

But what puzzles Xu Dashan is that Jason's expression didn't show the expected solemnity, not even furrowing his brows; instead, his lips were slightly curved upward.

Xu Dashan was taken aback.

Jason's unexpected expression left the old master of the Red Fragrance Alley unclear.

'What is going on?'

'Could it be Jason has other methods to resolve this matter?'

Xu Dashan furrowed his brows.

His heart was filled with confusion.

Seeing Jason's smile, Li Deshang spoke directly.

"Mu brother?"

The official of Mountain City spoke entirely out of concern.

"It's okay, Gousheng brother."

"Since this situation is aimed at me, I should handle it myself."

As Jason spoke, he walked towards the outside of the mansion.

Using citizens to compel him?

A very good method.

Unfortunately, he is who he is; no one can influence him.

In Nightless City there's an old saying: 'When someone tries to threaten you, don't hesitate, finish them off, finish off anyone related to them.'

Jason, having lived in Nightless City for a long time, agrees strongly with this saying.

He doesn't wish to constantly guard against so-called 'avengers.'

Since there's enmity, it should be eradicated.

Otherwise, he can't rest in peace.

However, the situation before him in Mountain City doesn't require that.

The current 'game' looks dangerous.

But in reality, it's quite simple.

Just find The Planner, then eliminate them, solving the problem easily.

For others, it might be very difficult.

Since the opponent set such a trap, they'll definitely hide well.

Until the situation reaches a certain stage, they're unlikely to appear.

Even possibly not until the last moment.

But that's just for ordinary people.

For Jason?

He slightly moved his nostrils.

"Such a fragrance!"

...

In the Northern City, a small courtyard.

Qian Ju sat cross-legged on a stool, an oil lamp placed on the square wooden table in front of him.

The flame was like a bean, its light weak, only illuminating the plate of dried bean curd on the table, along with a plate of broad beans and a pot of wine.

The bean curd was the hard type that was tough to chew.

The broad beans were poorly processed with more skin and less substance.

The wine was also the cheapest kind from the alley's entrance, a tart brew costing as little as two cents for a pot.

Paired with Qian Ju's murky eyes, unkempt gray hair, beard, and tattered clothes, he truly seemed destitute. Yet, Qian Ju was carefree, eating and drinking with relish, as if eating dragon liver and phoenix marrow, drinking nectar, exhibiting a sense of ease as he hummed an unknown tune.

"Eee-yaaa-yaaa, August Mid-Autumn White Dew, travelers on the road are bleak..."

Humming happily, Qian Ju casually picked up the chopsticks nearby and lightly tapped the plate filled with tofu and broad beans.

With the dinging sounds, came the elongated tones of chanting.

The sound was not loud.

And did not carry far.

But Qian Ju was genuinely happy.

So much so that his originally pale face began to blush slightly.

For Qian Ju, nothing was more delightful than hiding in the shadows, watching his prey struggle incessantly, resisting in vain, only to inch towards the trap.

He liked these kinds of things.

Far more than anything else.

Just like this time.

He appeared in 'Mountain City' merely to deliver a secret order from within the cult, to 'Ghost Hook'.

Originally, he was supposed to go to Zhoufu, but upon arriving, he learned that Ghost Hook had brought the local altar master to the small 'Mountain City'.

He followed closely.

Leaving secret signs in conspicuous places within 'Mountain City', waiting for Ghost Hook to come looking—this was the usual practice of 'Transmigration Cult', then he heard some discussions within 'Mountain City'.

About how Mu Bai planned to destroy the 'Transmigration Cult's conspiracy.

Immediately, Qian Ju's interest was piqued.

He was indifferent to how many died in Zhoufu from 'Transmigration Cult', or even the failure to seize the city.

But he was very interested in those capable of causing these failures, Jason.

After all, the affair in 'Border State' was Ghost Hook's responsibility.

Yet the result was a failure.

Qian Ju could fully imagine how ugly Ghost Hook's expression would be.

He also understood why Ghost Hook had come to 'Mountain City'.

Ghost Hook was here for revenge.

Of course, it wasn't just simple slaughter.

He knew Ghost Hook's personality very well.

He would certainly 'nurture' this so-called Mu Bai for a while before savoring him slowly.

The reason he hadn't bothered with him was precisely because of this.

Qian Ju understood Ghost Hook well.

But this didn't stop him from impeding Ghost Hook.

Not only because he and Ghost Hook were alike.

Moreover, he had a grudge with Ghost Hook.

Qian Ju couldn't recall how the grudge began, but every time he saw Ghost Hook, he felt displeased.

And Ghost Hook?

Must certainly feel the same way.

Thus, he prepared to cause chaos for Ghost Hook.

He intended to strike first.

And this was truly too easy.

Presently, 'Mountain City' was a fertile land for him.

As for the secret order?

Anyway, it was still early, he was not in a hurry.

'The first step is already set.'

'Next...'

'Just slowly wait for it to ferment.'

Thinking about it, Qian Ju felt increasingly happy.

He picked a broad bean from the plate, put it in his mouth, crunching as he chewed, then took a sip of sour and astringent wine, causing his brows to furrow.

Next moment, he spit out both the broad bean and wine.

"Disgusting!"

"Foul drink!"

"Tomorrow I'll kill the person who brews this wine and makes these beans; human meat tastes better."

"His scalp looks decent anyway."

"Perfect for pairing with the wine."

Unconsciously, Qian Ju started mumbling.

Apparently thinking of the delicious taste, Qian Ju unconsciously began to swallow saliva, his palm slightly trembling, as a layer of frost visibly covered the entire table.

Including the oil lamp.

Flick.

The oil lamp extinguished.

The whole room plunged into darkness.

Qian Ju chuckled.

Unconcerned.

"Using that 'Furnace Cauldron' to condense the Qi-Blood, it indeed lacks a bit of control, but it's quite decent; not only the Qi-Blood condensation, but the 'organs' are also forged, with a few months' more honing, it can become ready to start refining 'Bone Marrow', and moreover, I've prepared a 'great medicine' for myself..."

Qian Ju was muttering to himself as he picked up a match trying to light the oil lamp.

But, just as he struck the match, Qian Ju's voice abruptly stopped.

Because, in that faint twinkle of light, an ice ball mask suddenly appeared, as if born from the darkness.

Next moment—

A cold glint flashed.