Justice Against Evil! Rookie Hero VS Evil Fatty! (Please Read On)

Gu Qingfeng believed himself to be like someone in the third realm, the True Essence Realm, because he truly matched its description.

According to the description, the chief hallmark of the True Essence Realm was opening Aperture Seats within the body to store vast amounts of true qi, while also using them to alter the state of true qi, turning it from "gas" into "water."

He felt that his Geng-Metal Power was exceptionally condensed. The key was his "Geng-Metal Dao Fruit." Not only could it store enormous amounts of true qi, it could also compress it and alter its properties. It was practically no different from the Aperture Seats described.

At that moment, Gu Qingfeng's gaze sharpened. The "Golden Core" within him trembled, immediately releasing a great amount of condensed Geng-Metal Power.

Squeezed through his meridians, that Geng-Metal Power emerged from the middle finger of his right hand, flowing across his fingertip like rippling water.

This was the "liquefaction" of true qi described in the True Essence Realm.

He could truly do it now!

Though it was brief and thin, he could do it!

Did that mean his current strength could rival an elder of an ordinary sect?

The power of one elder!

That was simply too strong!

Gu Qingfeng truly had not expected himself to be this powerful.

This was likely because he had reversed the evil-path cultivation technique, the Yi-Wood Golden Core Feeding Formula, and by a twist of fate formed a Geng-Metal Dao Fruit comparable to an Aperture Seat.

That was equivalent to skipping the first realm, Profound Access, and the second realm, Qi Refinement Realm, then directly reaching the level of the third realm, True Essence.

He had never been a grade-skipping prodigy in his previous life, yet in this life, he was getting to experience it for real.

I really am a cultivation genius, one in ten thousand!

This was strikingly similar to how his demonic master, the Golden Core Celestial Venerable, had wished to skip the lengthy process of opening apertures, drawing in qi, and consuming the essence of sun and moon, instead directly eating human pills to form a Golden Core.

However, judging from Number Six Peach-Eating Jade Sword's explanation, the Golden Core Celestial Venerable would certainly have to pay an immense price for doing so. Gu Qingfeng had no idea what method he would use to avoid it.

But Gu Qingfeng did not have such worries, because he had reversed the price!

[Number Nine XX: Thank you for your guidance, heroine!]

[Number Six Peach-Eating Jade Sword: You understand now? Any other questions?]

[Number Nine XX: Not for the moment.]

[Number Six Peach-Eating Jade Sword: That's good. Oh, right, have you left the desert now?]

[Number Nine XX: I have. I'm in Red Tears City now.]

[Number Six Peach-Eating Jade Sword: Good. I'm going to sleep.]

[Number Nine XX: Good night, heroine.]

[Number Six Peach-Eating Jade Sword: Good night?

Mm, good night.]

Only then did Gu Qingfeng realize that the words "good night" seemed a little too modern.

Still, there was no need to fuss over such details.

By this point, he had already made it his goal to bring down this Ghost Hand Apothecary.

Because he was even stronger than he had imagined!

Recalling everything that had happened before, Gu Qingfeng sighed. "No wonder Senior Sister Shen and those Liu Household people afterward all called me 'Immortal Master.'"

If he was capable of serving as an elder of a sect, being called "Immortal Master" was indeed not excessive.

During the day, Gu Qingfeng had already learned that this apothecary was an enterprise of the Ghost Physician Ghosthand. Yet Ghosthand had too many apothecaries and no longer bothered much with such mundane affairs.

All these apothecaries were handed over to his disciples beneath him to manage.

This particular apothecary was managed by Sun Sheng, the one who refined the Liver-Severing Qi-Killing Pill.

Because there were so many apothecaries, even favored disciples had to look after more than one apothecary each.

Thus, even Sun Sheng only came here once in a while.

In other words, if Gu Qingfeng wanted to bring down this apothecary, the greatest opponent he needed to face was Ghosthand's disciple, Sun Sheng.

My one elder's strength against his one disciple's strength—if I don't have an absolute advantage, at least there's room to wrestle with him.

What was more, the enemy was in the open while he was in the shadows.

For Gu Qingfeng, who had escaped from the Golden Core Immortal Sect, such a situation was far too familiar.

Gu Qingfeng wanted to bring down this apothecary not only because he instinctively loathed wicked demons and Outer Dao practitioners, nor merely because they had tried to use him as a test subject and take his life, but also because of those pills.

This apothecary surely contained many poisonous and evil pills similar to the Liver-Severing Qi-Killing Pill.

Waiting around to taste them one by one was too slow, and if it went on too long, people would easily notice something was amiss.

But if he brought down the apothecary, all those pills would be his.

When the time came, if he ate his fill, would he not advance even further?

There were so many wicked demons and Outer Dao practitioners in Red Tears City. Once he brought down this establishment, he could move on to the next.

A hero was very busy!

At this thought, Gu Qingfeng could not help rubbing his hands together in excitement.

Coming to Red Tears City had been the right choice!

Just as Gu Qingfeng rubbed his hands together atop that broken bed in the apothecary, someone in an elegant pavilion behind the apothecary was equally excited.

The pavilion room gave off waves of orchid fragrance. The mosquito netting and bedding were all purple, lending the place a certain charm.

"I heard someone slapped you quite a few times today?"

A plump, round-bodied fatty sat on the bed and asked.

The fatty had a round face, a round nose, and somewhat narrow eyes. He looked amiable, like someone easy to talk to.

The person being questioned was naturally the purple-clad woman addressed as "Madam" during the day.

"Just some young man. He looked like a country bumpkin who had only just entered the city. He had no sense of restraint, and it's still swollen now," the purple-clad woman answered.

The fatty raised his brows slightly. "One of the three testing the Purple Pill, then."

The purple-clad woman nodded.

"Tell me. How are those three doing?"

"One is Yellow Smoke Ghost—you know him. After taking it, he said he did not even want to smoke Immortal Leaf anymore. Another is older, with a Household. I feel his reaction was the strongest. He probably will not endure more than a few doses.

"The last is that country bumpkin with the blackest hands. He is about the same as Yellow Smoke Ghost."

Sun Sheng said, "Is Yellow Smoke Ghost the one with the best drug resistance we've encountered in the past two years?"

The woman nodded. "None but him."

"This time, we'll see whether his life is still that resilient." The fatty smiled pleasantly.

His smile was extremely amiable.

Yet when the purple-clad woman saw him like this, it was as though she had seen a venomous snake, and she could not help shrinking her neck.

"But..."

She hesitated.

"But what?" the fatty asked.

"I think that country bumpkin is no worse than Yellow Smoke Ghost."

"A newly arrived country bumpkin can compare to Yellow Smoke Ghost? Did he beat feelings into you?" the fatty suddenly demanded.

"No! It's only a feeling. Also, I probed him a little during the day. He seems to have cultivated qi," the purple-clad woman said tremblingly.

"Have few Qi Refinement Realm cultivators died here? How many times have I told you? Cultivation realm is cultivation realm, drug resistance is drug resistance. The medicines of our Ghosthand Lineage treat everyone beneath the fourth realm equally."

"I understand."

Seeing her expression, the fatty said, "Since you think so highly of him, feed him two pills tomorrow."

The purple-clad woman said, "With such potent medicine, won't he die on the spot?"

"What, afraid that after he dies, he won't be able to slap you anymore?"

"No."

"The only reason he has to die so quickly is because you developed feelings."

With that, the fatty seemed to lose all interest in her and walked straight out.

Watching that fat figure leave, the purple-clad woman's back was drenched in cold sweat.

It had only been a brief exchange, yet it had frightened her terribly.

Because that fatty who looked so amiable and easy to bully was her husband, Sun Sheng, the shopkeeper of this apothecary.

One of the disciples most valued by the Ghost Physician Ghosthand.

A fatty who looked the most harmless to man and beast, yet was the most ruthless and vicious of all.

He had married her, yet never touched her. Instead, he let other men touch her, and took endless delight in it.

And that was only the tip of the iceberg of his perversion.

When she had first been about to marry him, the woman had thought she could handle him easily. She had even planned to follow the example of her chamber sisters, ruthlessly seizing his assets and benefits.

But what had happened in the end?

The respectable family fortune she had once possessed was swallowed clean by him. Her relatives were either controlled by him or killed by him.

And she could only barely survive by constantly satisfying his twisted tastes and doing her utmost to help him with his affairs.

She could not read his mood today, which was why she was afraid.

In the past, hearing that she had been slapped would usually excite him, but today he was somewhat angry instead.

She feared that if he became angry, he would start removing things from her body.

After all, Sun Sheng had even dared to remove his own eggs, then sew them back on.

It could be said that he was the most terrifying fatty she had ever seen in her life.

She could not even imagine a fatty more evil or perverse than him.

He was her nightmare.

She often regretted that if she had not been egged on by her good sisters back then, had not wanted to rise in status, control him, and devour his cultivation and wealth, she would not have ended up so miserable.

Unfortunately, there were no ifs.

Now, her nominal husband was dissatisfied with that country bumpkin called "Gu Qingfeng" and intended to increase the dosage until he died.

That man was undoubtedly doomed!

And he would die quickly.

That was Sun Sheng's way of doing things.

A way no one could defy.