I Can Recognize Everything, But the Information is Wrong
Chapter 497 - 459: Transaction

Chapter 497: Chapter 459: Transaction

Zhou Bingsheng said it’s an Evil Spirit, but it retained many of human habits.

He invited Elder Zhang and Tian Lin to the main hall and first sent someone to invite his sworn brothers, then ordered someone to prepare a table for a meal.

Zhou Bingsheng’s sworn brothers lived nearby, so soon four or five Day Patrol Deities arrived together.

Leading them was a fat man; he wore a long robe and strolled with a dignified step to the hall’s entrance: "Second Brother, didn’t we just have a drink a couple of days ago? What’s the occasion today, why are we having another feast?"

Once this fat man entered the main hall, he immediately noticed Tian Lin and Elder Zhang.

Tian Lin was all right, but Elder Zhang was in the Nascent Soul Realm. If he didn’t reveal his cultivation, others couldn’t recognize it for the time being.

However, to fool this man’s eyes, it was natural he wouldn’t regard Elder Zhang as an unknown person.

"Fourth Brother, this is Daoist Friend Zhang and Daoist Friend Tian."

Zhou Bingsheng introduced, "I’m throwing this feast today because these two friends asked me to invite you all to help find someone."

The fat man had not yet spoken when a woman’s voice sounded from outside the hall, asking, "Who are you looking for that requires gathering all seven of us siblings?"

The woman’s voice was somewhat alluring, making people involuntarily want to make her acquaintance.

Tian Lin followed the sound and saw a woman in black walk in from outside the hall.

The black-garbed woman’s clothing was made of sheer fabric, unrestrainedly revealing her slender form. Looking through the black veil, one could see the white, smooth, and tender skin.

However, looking at her appearance, though she had the skin of a teenage girl, her face was that of a woman in her thirties.

This added a touch of charm, making one desire a night of spring with her.

"Seventh Sister, you’re right on time! You know the most people, so it’ll be easier to inquire for news."

The black-garbed woman glanced at Elder Zhang and Tian Lin but ignored them, asking Zhou Bingsheng: "Second Brother, who are you trying to get information on?"

Zhou Bingsheng didn’t keep them guessing, saying: "This is Mei Xiangu’s master, and this is Mei Xiangu’s fellow disciple; they asked me to inquire about Mei Xiangu’s whereabouts."

"Is Second Brother inquiring about Mei Xiangu to help me with my marriage proposal?"

Outside the hall, four people entered the room.

The speaker was a young man with a dark complexion; his lips were like fish’s lips and eyes thin as beans. The two tufts of mustache at the corners of his mouth were thick and hard, making his whole person resemble a reincarnated catfish spirit.

Zhou Bingsheng introduced him to Tian Lin and Elder Zhang: "This is my Third Brother—it was he who once went to propose to Mei Xiangu."

Elder Zhang didn’t speak, and Tian Lin merely smiled politely.

This ’catfish spirit’s’ honor, fortunately, was blocked by the Divine Lady Tree back then.

Otherwise, if he had actually gone to propose, Mei Xiangu would only have taken him for a monster and killed him to make soup.

"Daoist Friend Zhang, I’ve already called all my brothers. Whatever the matter is, let’s discuss it over food."

While waiting for the meal, he again had people find singers to come up and play music and dance.

The music was quite pleasant to the ear, but the dancing singers seemed to lack enough rehearsal, so their performance was quite uncoordinated.

Zhou Bingsheng apologetically said to Tian Lin and Elder Zhang: free.webn\ove(l)(.)c(o)m

"These singers were made up of village women who perished during the recent locust plague. They neither understood music nor dance, clumsy enough to make my guests laugh."

Elder Zhang took a sip of his cup’s wine and said, "If these mortals had not been taken in by Daoist Friend Zhou after death, they would have lost their senses over time at best and their souls scattered at worst!

Daoist Friend Zhou has taken them in, allowing them to continue their existence, which is a great act of charity—

Regarding their dancing skills, as long as they’re given some time, they will surely not disappoint Daoist Friend Zhou in the future."

As they spoke, nine tables began serving dishes uniformly.

Each table had young women serving wine and arranging the dishes.

Tian Lin was a True Disciple of the Wenda Sect, an identity by no means lacking in prestige.

But in the Wenda Sect, since becoming a disciple, he had never enjoyed such treatment.

However, judging by Zhou Bingsheng and his group’s demeanor, they were clearly accustomed to such hospitality and dining. Evidently, these individuals must have been of great wealth during their lifetime. f.(r)eewe/bnov\ll.com

It’s worth mentioning that Zhou Bingsheng was only in the Foundation Establishment realm during his lifetime. His current manner isn’t like that of a cultivator but rather more like a member of an aristocratic family.

"Now grain is extremely scarce everywhere, especially in Beiyed County."

Tian Lin picked up a slice of meat and, without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth.

He could see through the true nature of the food, so he wasn’t worried about any Evil Spirits using human or other unknown foods to harm him.

"I wonder, Daoist Friend Zhou, where did you find this food?"

Upon Tian Lin’s inquiry, Zhou Bingsheng proudly answered:

"I loved delicious food when I was alive, so in my grave after death, I kept a fishpond to rear exotic beasts. I also stored fine wine and sealed wild game—these things have been maintained by an array for millennia, unfouled, unspoiled, undestroyed.

Therefore, even upon my ’resurrection’ this time, I do not lack for food or clothing."

His words carried a tone of pride, prompting another strong man to say, "I’m different from Second Brother! I happened to die during the end of the dynasty when the world was short on grain—I not only had nothing to eat in my grave but was even killed, my flesh divided among others."

These seven brothers were mostly people who died during the Daqi Dynasty period.

But their death times varied widely; for instance, when Zhou Bingsheng died, it wasn’t a prosperous period, yet the world wasn’t lacking in grain, and though the Spiritual Energy was thin, it was sufficient for ordinary cultivators.

Whereas before the strong man died, it was already after the Central State migrations, a time when the whole world had been harvestless for a hundred years.

Perhaps due to excessive hunger in life, the strong man’s eating manner was not elegant. Others’ bowls were just a little short, but he had already started on his fourth bowl of rice.

"If we can find my apprentice this time, Zhang can obtain Netherworld Soil to set up a Gathering Yin Array to nourish the ghost energy in you all."

After Elder Zhang finished speaking, the strong man also put down his chopsticks.

"Although we’ve awakened for a short time, we’ve heard of the Wenda Sect’s name. As far as I know, apart from the Nine Netherworld, the only places with Netherworld Soil now are Xiangxi Sect and Wenda Sect—

Among them, Xiangxi Sect’s Netherworld Soil naturally comes from the land of mass burials. And the Wenda Sect’s Netherworld Soil is inside a secret realm; I suspect, Elder Zhang, your Netherworld Soil comes from within a secret realm, right?"

Seeing Elder Zhang nod, the woman at that end also spoke:

"Setting up a Gathering Yin Array, living by a small piece of Netherworld Soil, how does this compare to directly moving into a secret realm? I heard that the secret realm connects to the Nine Netherworld; it’s far less dangerous than the Nine Netherworld.

If Elder Zhang doesn’t mind, why not allow our siblings to enter the secret realm to seek a livelihood?"

Elder Zhang slightly frowned; though the secret realm wasn’t exclusive to the Wenda Sect nor was it a forbidden zone forbidden to outsiders,

there had never been a precedent of foreign ghosts entering to live.

But truth be told, the secret realm being a Gathering Yin place does indeed suit ghostly survival.

If all the worldly ghosts entered the secret realm, then the North Wilderness wouldn’t be troubled by Evil Spirit invasions. Once the flying locusts were eliminated, the common people could live in peace and contentment.

"This matter requires the consent of the sect’s elders; I alone cannot decide."

Elder Zhang promised: "As long as you can help me find Mei Xiangu, I, Zhang, cannot guarantee to let you enter the secret realm, but I do promise to do everything in my power to make it happen."