jdhmnovel Chapter 117 Doubts
Chapter 117 Doubts
After Liu Xun left, Ding Yi leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes to rest.
The usually noisy patrol office was eerily quiet at this moment, as if everyone had gone out to investigate.
The fact that he, a direct disciple of the martial arts school, is still able to sit here unharmed is mainly due to Sun Qiao'er's arrangements last night.
After all, for a special envoy to urgently send an order into the Inspection Division, that person's status must be extraordinary.
For a time, those who knew a little about the inside story looked at Ding Yi with new respect.
Who can be active in both the yin and yang palaces at the same time, and even thrive in them?
One of them was even a special envoy of the Yin Palace, which undoubtedly made some people start to have ulterior motives, wondering if they could also walk the path that Ding Yi is now walking.
After Liu Xun left, within just one morning, three groups of people had arrived at the archives, all carrying generous gifts and hoping that Ding Yi would put in a good word for them.
Ding Yi refused all of them.
You all used to look down on me, but now you're all licking your boots, huh?
Ding Yi strolled out of the patrol office and headed towards his own courtyard when it was time to leave for the end of his shift.
Once inside the courtyard, Ding Yi glanced at the broken hair next to the wooden bolt, then walked expressionlessly to the front of the hut and pushed open the wooden door, only to find someone already standing inside waiting for him.
Today, Sun Qiao'er was not wearing an expensive palace dress, but a simple farmhouse outfit. However, it still couldn't hide her stunning figure. Coupled with her mature face, she had the air of a rural gem.
"master."
Sun Qiao'er bowed gracefully to Ding Yi and called out.
"sit."
Ding Yi pointed to the bench and then sat down first.
Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao'er did not sit down. Instead, she poured the tea she had prepared into an empty cup and placed it in front of Ding Yi. She then naturally walked behind him and began to massage Ding Yi's shoulders.
Smelling the fragrant breeze wafting from behind and feeling the perfectly applied pressure on his shoulder, Ding Yi's expression relaxed somewhat, and he asked:
"Have the statistics from last night been compiled?"
"Master, seven of Yu Rongguang's guards, including that shadowy figure, have died. We went back last night and dealt with the situation again. His influence in Qingfeng County has been basically eliminated."
Ding Yi nodded to himself as he listened, and then he heard Sun Qiao'er say:
"Sir, should the people from Baiyun Martial Arts School be dealt with separately?"
Ding Yi was slightly taken aback, then shook his head:
"Just handle it normally. Also, what about Xue Bao?"
Sun Qiao'er said with a smile:
"Master, after Xue Bao was captured, he kept claiming that he was Yu Rongguang's man, that he worked for Yu Rongguang, and that he was lurking in the martial arts school to gather information."
"What a joke! What can a dead man prove?"
Ding Yi sneered, then asked:
"I remember you said last night that you came to Qingfeng County to investigate Wang Pingshan?"
Upon hearing this, Sun Qiao'er's expression turned serious, and she continued:
"Yes, sir. There is a clue that Wang Pingshan is frequently in contact with the outside world, hoping to find a great medicine that can restore bones and revive the dead."
"This kind of powerful medicine is usually only effective for martial artists who have undergone blood transfusions."
"But Wang Pingshan's information only lists him as a martial arts practitioner specializing in internal organ refinement, so the palace sent me here to investigate him secretly."
"However, I heard last night that Wang Pingshan was also assassinated, but none of the assassins survived. When our people arrived, they only found large pieces of flesh and blood on the scene."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Then why don't you just go and investigate in person?"
Ding Yi asked with some doubt.
“Master, he is, after all, an official appointed by the palace. If I directly confront him, who will be willing to work for the Yin Yang Palace in the future?”
Sun Qiao'er said slowly.
“That’s true. If we can’t go during the day, then let’s go at night.”
Ding Yi nodded.
"what?"
Sun Qiao'er was taken aback.
"What, you plan to wait until he grows into a big boss before you go and die?"
Ding Yi shook his head and said.
"Sir, what does 'Great Persia' mean?"
"You don't need to worry about it. Just make preparations and we'll take action in the next few days. Also, Wang Pingshan might have connections with Baiyun Temple, so prepare two skilled fighters. I also want to see what tricks this fat guy is up to."
Ding Yi sneered.
"My lord, the demonic monk of Baiyun Temple is quite powerful. He cultivates the Vajra Indestructible. Like the one you encountered at your residence that day, his strength has probably reached the Perfection of the Xuanji Realm, not much weaker than Yu Rongguang."
Sun Qiao'er continued.
"Indestructible Vajra, what kind of supernatural power is that?"
Ding Yi was taken aback.
"It is a martial art that focuses on cultivating the physical body. When practicing, it is as if the body is protected by a Vajra. It is said that if one practices it to the end, one can become immortal."
Is there a way to break this?
"Yes, if I reach the pinnacle of the Xuanji realm, my Yin Poison will be at an even higher level, and I will be able to suppress it steadily."
Sun Qiao'er said.
"You worship gods, and if you want to improve your cultivation level, you must rely on the idols?"
Ding Yi suddenly thought of something.
"Yes, without the evil energy, we are like rootless duckweed."
Sun Qiao'er said.
"Wait a minute, try this."
Ding Yi suddenly thought of something, grabbed Sun Qiao'er's hand, and then the Evergreen True Qi in his body turned into a trickle and flowed into Sun Qiao'er's body.
Before long, Sun Qiao'er's face changed from calm to surprise, and finally to shock.
"Master...it works! I...I think I can use this strange energy to cultivate!"
Sun Qiao'er exclaimed in surprise.
"Ok?"
Upon hearing this, Ding Yi's heart skipped a beat, and a multitude of guesses immediately popped into his mind.
"Is it because of taking the Blood Limit Control Pill? Or does the Evergreen True Qi inherently possess this effect?"
Ding Yi stared blankly into the void until he heard a soft cry:
"Sir, you're pinching me too hard."
Upon hearing this, Ding Yi subconsciously released Sun Qiao'er's hand, but his heart was still filled with turbulent waves, like the sea surface swept by a howling wind.
"There's no reason for this. How can such an amazing technique be only at the basic level, and only grant a few years of lifespan?"
Ding Yi was still somewhat confused, and he paced back and forth in the room with some doubt.
He had a vague feeling that he had grasped a certain point, but there was still a layer of fog covering it, preventing him from seeing the whole picture.
"Forget it, with the help of the cheat code, we can deal with whatever comes our way."
After pacing around a few times, Ding Yi calmed down, sat back down in his chair, and continued to ask:
"How long will the energy that was just transferred last to be equivalent to a white idol?"
"Master, the amount just now was useful, but it was far too little. I estimate it was about one-thousandth of the amount in the white statue."
Sun Qiao'er frowned and calculated for a moment before slowly speaking.
"so little?"
Ding Yi frowned.
If he could maintain his output continuously, that would be fine; a thousand times would only take a few hours.
The problem is that although the Evergreen True Qi in his body has grown to the thickness of a finger, it can only support him for a few minutes at most, far from meeting the requirement of several hours.
This also caused the self-production and self-sales plan to fail.