Moving House, Drinking to His Heart's Content as Yellow Weasel Gets Drunk; His Cultivation Complete, Six Arms Rise in Display

A middle-aged man in a silk robe and with a large belly led Chen Duan around with a broad smile.

He was puzzled inside, unable to understand why this lord insisted on finding a residence with a cellar.

Unlike in the north, houses in the south rarely had cellars dug beneath them due to the climate. Combined with Chen Duan's other requirements, finding one that met them all had truly been difficult.

With his hands behind his back, Chen Duan wandered around the residence, looking in every direction. He nodded slightly, revealing a satisfied expression.

A cellar seemed to have become one of his habits. Without one, he always felt as though something was missing.

"This is the one."

Chen Duan made the decision on the spot, paying the full price upfront to buy the residence. He was even too lazy to haggle.

Money was no longer a problem for him.

Whether in Blackwater City, the prefecture capital, or along the road, there were always people generously opening their purses for him. His wealth could be said to flow smoothly.

The middle-aged man was stunned by his crisp and decisive manner. It had been a long time since he had encountered someone with such resolve.

Seeing Chen Duan's bearing, he instead grew somewhat uneasy, feeling that this lord was likely no ordinary person.

After hesitating again and again, he ultimately did not dare conceal the truth. Rather than have Chen Duan come after him later, it was better to explain everything now.

Rubbing his hands, he lowered his voice and said cautiously,

"Lord Chen, this residence actually has another problem. I've thought it over, and I feel I should mention it to you."

"Oh? What problem?"

"This residence... someone actually died here before, and there are also some rather unpleasant