Casting immortality in the furnace

Chapter 78 Entanglement, Shedding Skin, New Home

Who is Zhai Yao?

Fan Zhou looked at Chen Xing with a puzzled expression.

Seeing that his expression didn't seem fake, Chen Xing frowned and said:

"That's the assassin you captured."

"It's him!" Fan Zhou exclaimed in surprise.

"It turns out the assassin's name was Zhai Yao, and he knew the princess."

"Since she came to inquire, she must have already concluded that I didn't kill the assassin."

He frowned slightly, a few thoughts racing through his mind.

Seeing Princess Chenxing's impatient expression, Fan Zhou answered truthfully:

"I don't know who killed Zhai Yao, but my master got his head from Qing Ji. Um... do you know Qing Ji?"

"Qing Ji".

Chen Xing turned pale in an instant.

The doubts in her heart were suddenly resolved, revealing the answer she least wanted to see.

"So he was also in the market."

Her body trembled, her hands unconsciously twisting together, and she murmured to herself:

"It was him."

Fan Zhou always felt that the "he" Chen Xing was referring to was not Qing Ji, but someone else.

"Young master, please feel free!"

"On the night Chen Xing was stabbed, he also came to the market. He was the one who captured the assassin named Zhai Yao, and he was also the one who killed Zhai Yao."

Fan Zhou suddenly looked surprised as he watched Chen Xing unconsciously bite her lip, a trace of blood sliding down her fair, pointed chin onto her skirt, forming a red plum blossom.

"So it was you who killed Zhai Yao."

Chen Xing said something in a low voice, unusually calm.

But Fan Zhou sensed an indescribable anger and despair in his voice.

"Young Master Wuju is her fiancé; he should be happy to have helped her kill the assassin. Why is she so sad?"

Fan Zhou's thoughts were in turmoil.

He always felt that there was some special relationship between Princess Chenxing, Young Master Wuju, and the assassin Zhai Yao.

"Is it going to be some kind of melodramatic love story?"

The pairing of these two men and one woman, one loving and the other hating, coupled with Princess Chenxing's reaction, suggests that it's highly likely that they are a couple.

"I wonder what role Young Master Wuju played in all of this?"

Fan Zhou almost laughed when he thought of this, but when he saw Chen Xing suddenly get up, he quickly suppressed his smile.

Chenxing ignored him, turned around, opened the window, and quietly looked up at the stars in the night sky.

Fan Zhou watched her retreating figure, wanting to remind her that mosquitoes would fly in, but he felt it would spoil the mood, so he could only wait silently.

After a long while, Princess Chenxing finally lowered her head and softly spoke:

"I hope you won't mention to anyone what happened tonight."

Fan Zhou nodded. "I promise you."

Chen Xing turned her head slightly to the side and said softly:

Thank you.

Just as Fan Zhou was about to say something polite, her figure turned into mist and disappeared, as if she had never existed.

"Sigh, they didn't even close the window when they left."

Fan Zhou sighed, walked to the window, and was about to close the window when he suddenly noticed several sparkling spots on the floor, like pearls rolling down the ground.

"So...she was crying just now."

Fan Zhou looked dazed, and finally closed the window in silence.

What is love in this world?

He murmured softly, shook his head, took off his tattered clothes and shoes, sat naked on the bed, and opened the wooden box containing the Golden Serpent True Blood Pill.

Inside the wooden box, lined with a soft cloth, lies a golden pill, its exterior adorned with snake patterns, emitting a faint sweet fragrance.

Fan Zhou didn't care about the wonderful uses of the Golden Serpent True Blood Pill and swallowed it in one gulp. Unexpectedly, as soon as the pill entered his mouth, it immediately turned into a drop of golden blood, which passed through his muscles and bones and dripped directly into his heart chamber.

Pfft!Pfft!

His heart pounded violently, like a drumbeat, sending the scalding, boiling medicinal power throughout his body, making him feel hot all over.

Fan Zhou quickly closed his eyes and regulated his breathing, circulating his internal energy to refine the medicinal power.

As the Longevity Technique began to circulate, his bones and muscles crackled and popped, and his internal energy surged like a rushing river, carrying the medicinal power to cleanse his limbs and bones, healing all the injuries, large and small, inside and outside his body.

The medicinal power was so potent that Fan Zhou felt itchy all over.

If there were outsiders nearby, they could see a golden glow emanating from beneath his skin, and his wounds, large and small, were healing rapidly, scabbing over in the blink of an eye—truly miraculous.

I don't know how much time passed.

Fan Zhou emerged from his cultivation and felt completely refreshed, his cultivation level having improved even further.

Furthermore, new blood continues to be generated within the ventricles, subtly changing the body.

"It seems that it will take some time before we can fully refine this Golden Serpent True Blood Pill."

Fan Zhou glanced at the scab on his chest, then gently picked it off with his finger, taking with it a large piece of dead skin and revealing the glossy skin underneath.

"what?"

Fan Zhou looked surprised, reached out and pinched a corner of the skin, gently pulled, and tore off a long strip of dead skin without feeling any pain.

He rubbed his face again and, sure enough, a lot of dead skin came off.

Fan Zhou was both surprised and delighted. "How did I shed my skin?"

He quickly got out of bed, put on new clothes, ran to the stream outside and took a bath, scrubbing off all the dead skin on his body, instantly making him several shades lighter.

"This Golden Serpent Blood Pill can not only heal wounds, but also beautify the body and improve appearance. No wonder the women of the Gumi tribe are all so beautiful."

Looking at his smooth, fair new skin, Fan Zhou marveled.

Little did he know that this Golden Serpent Blood Pill was made from the essence and blood of the Golden Feathered Serpent. After taking it, one's injuries could be removed like a snake shedding its skin. It was a very precious elixir, not something to be used for decoration.

Fan Zhou ignored all that, put on his clothes and walked back, preparing to pack up his various things and move them to the inner courtyard of the weapon forging workshop.

When he got back to his doorstep, he saw two servant disciples standing there, looking anxious.

"What can I do for you?" Fan Zhou asked.

The two men exchanged a glance, stepped forward, bowed, and asked:

"But was it Senior Brother Fan in person?"

Fan Zhou nodded. "It's me."

One of the older men said happily:

"Senior Brother Fan, we were sent by Senior Uncle Qin. He has already arranged a courtyard for you and asked us to help you move your things there."

Fan Zhou hadn't expected Qin Zhiyuan to be so thoughtful, even sending people to help him move. He smiled and said:

"Then I'll trouble you. I'll pack my things right away."

The disciple quickly waved his hand and said, "No, no, if Senior Brother Fan doesn't mind, we'll help you clean up."

"That's fine too."

Fan Zhou pushed open the door, led them into the house, packed up all the useful items, and took them to the inner courtyard of the workshop.

Two servant disciples led the way, and Fan Zhou followed them, turning left and right in the inner courtyard, until they arrived at a quiet little courtyard in a corner.

"This is the accommodation that Uncle Qin arranged for you."

The older, menial disciple handed over a bronze plaque with both hands:

"This is the array token for the courtyard. It can be used simply by injecting internal energy."

Fan Zhou took the bronze plaque and poured his inner energy into it. Ripples spread across the void before him, opening an entrance.

He stepped forward, pushed open the gate of the small courtyard, and saw several old trees with lush branches and leaves. In the corner was a pond surrounded by a cluster of green bamboo, with two or three lotus flowers standing in the pond. A fresh and spiritual atmosphere lingered in the courtyard.

Fan Zhou stepped across the threshold and took a deep breath.

This is my new home.