Shennong Dao Master
Chapter 127 - 90: Earth Soul Activated, A Strange Premonition!_3

Chapter 127: Chapter 90: Earth Soul Activated, A Strange Premonition!_3

Of course, if Shen Zhui carried an Execution Order or Arrest Order issued by the county government, it would be different, and permission wouldn’t be required.

"All right, please come in, sirs." Seeing their firm attitude, Niu Gui had no choice but to let them in.

The invisible restraint disappeared, and Zhao Xing and Shen Zhui stepped over the threshold, entering the Niu Family Mansion.

The Niu family was a large household with plenty of land. At this moment, outside the hall, many rice workers were resting. Some rice workers had also received their wages and were playing a few games.

Seeing government officers come in, no one was afraid; some even grumbled quietly, complaining that their luck was affected.

"Sirs, it’s really just small play... there’s not much money on the table."

But before Niu Gui could finish speaking, Shen Zhui suddenly drew his measuring knife, a flash of light splitting the gambling table in two.

"Crash!" The copper coins inside immediately fell all over the floor.

Niu Gui’s face changed; he was too scared to speak.

This table was a hardwood contraption, yet it was split open just like that.

Niu Gui had thought Zhao Xing and Shen Zhui were just ordinary clerks. He had dismissed the notice from the previous day as wind by his ears.

Now seeing this, he realized these two were not to be trifled with.

"Take the illicit money and go find the military officer in town to receive your punishment," Shen Zhui said coldly.

"Yes, I accept my punishment," Niu Gui’s attitude changed immediately.

Shen Zhui didn’t make things difficult for him. Indeed, there wasn’t much money, just enough to fine Niu Gui without sending him to jail.

As for the other gamblers, a routine questioning and dispersing them was enough.

"Where is Huang Silang?"

"Over there."

Upon hearing the familiar voice, the sleeping Huang Silang jolted awake, opening his eyes to see the bringer of calamity.

He immediately wanted to escape through the back, but it was too late.

"Humph! You are truly unworthy of being called a son!" Shen Zhui’s temper flared upon seeing him. His elderly parents, in poor health, were laboring in the fields, while he gambled here?

Even his mother’s medicine money was gambled away. What kind of person was he?

"Shen Wusi, this is what he lost," Niu Gui carefully returned the money.

Zhao Xing was questioning the unfamiliar people outside the hall.

"Who are they? They don’t look like locals."

Anping Town wasn’t big, and the number of households in the Sixth Set was even fewer. Zhao Xing had a general impression of who belonged to the set, as he often visited Anping Town. Only after Minor Heat did he visit less frequently.

"Minister of Agriculture Zhao, these are rice workers I brought from Sanwan Town for the autumn harvest," Niu Gui said with a flattering smile. He also knew Zhao Xing, as the clerks from the Minister of Agriculture’s department visited the countryside more frequently than the military officers.

Rice workers were itinerant farmers who traveled to various places to help large landlords with a lot of land harvest Primordial Rice.

"Oh, what are their names?" Zhao Xing casually pointed to two people.

"I am Chen Deshun," the middle-aged man saluted with a plain appearance, high cheekbones, robust limbs, and mud on his legs. He pointed to the woman next to him with a sallow face and stout waist, her head wrapped in a kerchief, "This is my wife, Wu Chen."

"Greetings, sirs." The woman also saluted.

The two fit the typical rice worker image well. Zhao Xing nodded and turned to Niu Gui:

"Niu Gui, stop doing these deceitful things in the future."

"Yes, yes, I’ll never dare again." Niu Gui nodded and bowed, "I’ll go receive my punishment now."

....

After Zhao Xing, Shen Zhui, and Niu Gui all left, the middle-aged man and woman inside the courtyard walls stared outside with flickering eyes.

"He is Zhao Xing?"

"Yes," Chen Deshun nodded, his naive eyes turning cold.

"Quite handsome," the woman licked her lips, "indeed a fine spiritual beauty, outstanding temperament."

"If you had forty-two portions of Spiritual Beauty, you would be like this too," Chen Deshun snorted.

"I hope we can catch him soon and bring him back," a wicked gleam flashed in the woman’s eyes, "it would be best to catch a few more handsome ones. I’ve been holding back for more than a decade. On the road back, I must enjoy thoroughly."

"Returning..." Chen Deshun’s eyes also showed a trace of longing, "if we can return smoothly, I too need to compensate for these lost years."

...

Shen Zhui escorted Niu Gui to the village head, handed him over to the military officer patrolling for the Harvest Festival to pay the fine, and quickly returned.

Huang Silang was taken to the fields by a First Order Grassman, while Zhao Xing sat on the carriage, feeling uneasy.

"Mr. Zhao, what’s wrong?" Shen Zhui asked, noticing Zhao Xing’s furrowed brows.

"I feel uneasy," Zhao Xing said.

"What feels off?"

"I don’t know." Zhao Xing shook his head.

There were no indicators, and the Calender of Evil showed no signs.

"Do you think Niu Gui has issues?" Shen Zhui asked in a deep voice. "Are there demons nearby?"

Zhao Xing shook his head again. After entering the Niu Family Mansion, he had used the Five Elements to observe. Niu Gui seemed normal, as did everyone in the Niu Family Mansion.

Even his sharp eyes found nothing unusual. Since leaving the city, he had kept his observation methods on whenever he saw people.

Yet there was no abnormality; it was purely a vague feeling.

"Have I overdone the simulations with Old Chen, gotten a bit paranoid, seeing everyone as a member of the Xuantian Sect?" Zhao Xing wondered self-doubtingly.

Even if confronted with a true demon from the Xuantian Sect, he wouldn’t be able to tell, for the Xuantian Sect’s concealment techniques were formidable. They inherited the ancient Xuantian Sect’s hiding spells and had methods to shield themselves from the Calender of Evil, making them hard to detect over the years.

Supposedly, even if he stood before a real Xuantian Sect demon, he wouldn’t discover anything.

Where did this feeling come from?

"Among the Three Souls, the ’Earth Soul’ is the Karma Soul. This feeling likely arose from the Earth Soul," Zhao Xing thought.

Since neither the Calendar nor spells could identify the source, Zhao Xing decided to approach it from another angle.

"Brother Shen, you drive the carriage, I’ll take a nap," Zhao Xing said after thinking for a moment, closing his eyes to enter a dream.