The Journey of Immortal Cultivation
Chapter 205 - 134 The Secret of the Yan City Lord

Chapter 205: Chapter 134 The Secret of the Yan City Lord

Having paid silver, she still had to stay in jail. With a bitter smile, she left the twins outside to keep watch and entered the God Demon Prison herself.

A day passed, and Wen Liangyu had long since recovered. Being a half-demon, his healing abilities were much more robust than humans. His mind was steady. The blow dealt by Wenger last night was heavy, but now his expression had faded to calmness, smooth as usual.

She knew that this little half-demon kept all his sorrow in his heart. After all, yesterday’s matters ended yesterday, and where the road ahead led was still unknown.

When she came in, Wen Liangyu was studying Divine Soil on the Fifth Floor. The tea seeds had already been planted. With the divine power of the soil, the spiritual power contained in the harvested Spiritual Tea could well be more than ten times the original! No wonder he exclaimed, "Miss Ning, Divine Soil is truly the best in the world. If I had such a treasure in my hands, perhaps I would have already studied the seeds of Spiritual Tea!"

If you had figured it out a day earlier, you would have died a day earlier! Every day, Wenger watched his son, eagerly calculating the time for the blood exchange. She muttered in her heart, but verbally remarked, "I’m really curious, the history of tea is only over two hundred years, how did you manage to develop Spiritual Tea? Even if it only contains spiritual power, without the effect of exorcising the Heart Demon, it is still quite impressive."

"It’s not my credit," Wen Liangyu said bitterly, "When I was sent to my father’s home, I was clutching a Storage Ring in my hand, which contained a few seeds. As I grew older, I realized that these seeds were indeed tea seeds and they contained very faint spiritual power. Although faint, it still exists, which is quite remarkable."

Ning Xiaoxian nodded. Invention is, after all, creation from nothing. Regardless of how faint the spiritual power contained in the tea seeds his mother gave him was, its existence was the truth, enough to draw the world’s attention.

"You also know, when my father became the Yan City Lord, this place is a famous tea town, and only then did I develop an interest in studying tea. I paid respects to Lu Yu of Yan City, the most respected teacher, to learn the ways of growing and preparing tea, whom you met a few days ago. But even so, it took me nearly eight years to cultivate and strengthen the spiritual power in the Spiritual Tea, so that it could be used by cultivators." His face was full of longing, "So, strictly speaking, I just modified the seeds my mother sent me... modified..." He struggled to find the right words.

"Improved," Ning Xiaoxian helped him complete the sentence. Children of this world, all harbor deep feelings of attachment to their mothers. Wen Liangyu’s ardent study of Spiritual Tea was mostly because it was something his mother had given him.

While they talked, the two returned to the bottom floor of the God Demon Prison.

"Right! I really do not know how my mother infused the tea seeds with spiritual power. Alas, it’s a pity I never got to meet her! What I never expected was that this Spiritual Tea would save my life," Wen Liangyu suddenly smiled.

"Actually, my dad being the city lord is fake!"

"What?" She could hardly believe her ears. She thought forgery was an Earthling’s prerogative, but evidently, this world also had its share of skilled deceivers! Just considering how refined and elegant Wenger looked, how could he be linked with something counterfeit?

On this uninteresting day, this piece of gossip was the most explosive yet! Even Changtian, who had been reading, couldn’t help but look over.

His eyes grew reflective: "Although Dad was both intelligent and capable, these chaotic times are indeed too harsh. My older brother’s mother died early, and he had to raise us two children. He was often frustrated and his health deteriorated day by day." Saying this, he choked up, remembering times his father genuinely cared for him, and it took him a while to continue, "In my ninth year, a traveler missed his lodging and stayed at our house. Papers he carried were accidentally seen by us, and it turned out to be the official appointment of the Yan City Lord!"

"Dad talked to this man for a while, only feeling that this man was utterly incompetent, yet he didn’t know where he got this appointment from. Coincidentally, the two of them looked somewhat similar! So..."

He stopped there, but she understood. Ninety-nine percent likely, Wenger killed that man, impersonated him, and took up the carefree life of a city lord in Yan City.

"Yan City is under the jurisdiction of the Clearing Void Sect. Doesn’t this sect care at all?" It made no sense, how could the Clearing Void Sect, which appointed the city lord themselves, not have realized it wasn’t the real person for such a long time?

Wen Liangyu sneered, "I found out long ago that the Wen Residence’s accounts over the years had huge amounts of money unaccounted for, and a few days ago I asked Housekeeper Wu to contact the Clearing Void Sect to send someone to investigate. I thought it was Master Fan who had been embezzling large sums of silver without my father’s knowledge, and wanted to directly use the power of the Immortal Sect to drive him away. Who could have thought that this news would disappear like a stone sinking into the sea, and even last night when I was captured, the Clearing Void Sect still hadn’t sent anyone. Talk about the efficiency and management of this sect, how deplorably low can it be?"