I Have A Qi Fortune Altar.
Chapter 645: 430

Chapter 645: 430

Afterwards, inform Chen Yuan that this matter will be reported to His Majesty.

Only then can it be considered finished.

Yang Hucheng was a Fifth Rank official, and even if he was guilty, it was not his place to deal with him; it had to be reported to the Emperor, unless absolutely necessary, only then would Chen Yuan exercise his right to execute first and report later.

Last night, Chen Yuan was actually deceiving Sima Ke; he hadn’t even collected all the charges, how could he possibly report to the Divine Envoy?

But in fact, there was no major issue, because everything was within his expectations, it was only a matter of sooner or later. After handing the matter over to Envoy Zhang,

Chen Yuan had nothing to do with it anymore.

His current top priority was to go to Qingyun Temple and get that Immortal Dew.

Of course, he would also remain vigilant and guard against the Fourth Prince’s revenge. Putting himself in the other’s shoes, he didn’t believe the opponent would calm down. If there was no move made,

then it was brewing.

Qingyun Temple was not famous in the Divine Capital City, merely a small Taoist temple with little incense, frequented by only a few local commoners seeking blessings.

The true incense gathered mainly in the great temples where the State Preceptor presided or the grand temples with a Taoist True Master in residence.

But this suited Chen Yuan just fine; otherwise, if it were a place presided over by a master of Yang Transformation, with his strength, it indeed would be difficult to sneak in unnoticed.

Although named Qingyun Temple, in reality, it had no connection with the Qingyun Sword Sect. The reason Xiao Qingmu had placed the Jiuhua Immortal Dew here was simply because she felt it was fated.

Furthermore, the strength of the temple master of this small Taoist temple was not enough to discover anything amiss.

That day,

Chen Yuan, having left the headquarters of the Heavenly Patrol Bureau, changed his appearance and came to Qingyun Temple alone.

When the young Taoist disciple at the door saw a visitor dressed in fine clothes, he promptly invited him in, led Chen Yuan around the temple, and then offered several sticks of incense.

Chen Yuan disappeared in an instant when the young Taoist disciple was not looking, and made his way to the Ancestor Hall of Qingyun Temple.

From his walk just now, he roughly understood the structure and strength of Qingyun Temple which was not extensive—equivalent to a three-section residential compound.

There were six or seven young disciples, all children abandoned by local commoners, most with some defects, who were adopted by the temple master and taught their arts.

They did not understand martial arts, only medicine and healing people.

Qingyun Temple would be more appropriately considered a pharmacy. However, the old temple master mentioned by that disciple was not present that day; he had gone out to treat commoners in the vicinity.

The Ancestor Hall of their Qingyun Temple was also quite humble, merely a small room.

Pushing open the door, Chen Yuan had expected it to be covered in dust, but to his surprise, it was very clean and tidy, without any ancestral tablets, and only had a few portraits of the Three Pure Ones.

Chen Yuan glanced around and opened his Heavenly Eye. Behind the portraits of the Three Pure Ones, a green light suddenly shone. He stepped forward and slowly lifted the portrait of the Taoist sage.

But there was nothing behind it except a wall.

He knocked on it, and it felt hollow. With a wave of his hand, the wall plaster began to peel away, and in a short moment, the object inside was revealed—it was a small green porcelain bottle.

He picked it up and saw four small characters on the green porcelain bottle.

“Jiuhua Immortal Dew!”

Chen Yuan’s gaze sharpened, and immediately, a faint smile appeared. So the so-called Immortal Dew was actually the legendary Jiuhua Immortal Dew.

He had heard of this substance—it could not only refine one’s talents but also strengthen the body, a truly rare treasure. Chu Changfeng had mentioned this to him when explaining the path of physical cultivation.

He said if he had this substance, the time it would take to break through to ‘Divine Power Self-generation’ would be significantly reduced.

It was genuine Immortal Dew!

Legend has it that this substance is the essence of the sun and the moon, extremely rare in the world. Whenever it appeared, it would cause many martial artists who cultivate the body to contend for it. Qingyun Sword Sect’s interests were indeed wide-ranging.

A Sword Cultivator Sect holding a treasure for physical cultivation.

Truly… the world is unpredictable.

After putting away the Immortal Dew, Chen Yuan thoroughly searched the place but was somewhat disappointed. Besides the Immortal Dew, he had also hoped to acquire Qingyun Sword Sect’s treasures.

Unfortunately, it seems Xiao Qingmu did not hide them here.

And after her death the previous night, during Chen Yuan’s search of her body, he only found more than a dozen Primordial Crystals and some Broken Silver, along with two Dan Talismans; beyond that, there were no other finds.

He had no idea where she had hidden the rest, or had she… already used them all.

The death of Xiao Qingmu was indeed quite intriguing. She had a Dan Talisman in hand but chose not to use it, instead directly resorting to a Secret Technique to sever her vitality as if, Chen Yuan was actually coveting her beauty.

Such blind faith, truly admirable!

After checking the entire room and finding nothing, Chen Yuan slowly left the Ancestor Hall and returned to his previous spot. The young disciple let out a sigh of relief upon seeing him.

He said he had looked around but hadn’t found Chen Yuan and thought that he had left on his own.

Chen Yuan smiled, then gave the young disciple a hundred Silver Taels claiming it was for incense offerings, which made the disciple extremely excited. Such generosity,

they did not see often in Qingyun Temple, even in a whole year.

He profusely thanked Chen Yuan and even mentioned creating a Longevity Altar to pay tribute to him, obviously wanting to retain this generous long-term patron.

After some thought, Chen Yuan declined.

His visit here was merely a fortuitous event, and he certainly had no spare time or inclination to come again in the future. As for why he gave them the silver,

it was perhaps Chen Yuan’s moment of compassion.