I'm Really Fired Up Right Now! (Please Read On)

Gu Qingfeng had yet to become a great cultivator of the Fourth Realm, the Divine Sense Realm, so naturally he could not use the power of his consciousness sea to probe the clouds in the sky. Yet at this moment, immersed in secondhand Immortal Leaf, his senses had become somewhat wondrous.

He tried to concentrate all his true qi and killing aura around his eyes.

Especially the newly acquired Liver-Killing Aura. Not only could it stimulate his qi and blood to achieve the effect of "sharpening the eyes," it could also control the muscles around his eyes like threads of silk, raising that clarity of vision to another level.

By then, that mass of red clouds had gradually faded and drifted ever higher.

Within the churning clouds, Gu Qingfeng truly seemed to glimpse part of an enormous outline.

Yet that outline vanished in an instant along with the red clouds, as though it had merely been an illusion.

When the rain ceased and the clouds scattered, Gu Qingfeng finally understood how Red Tears City had gotten its name.

It was visible to the naked eye that after this Red Tears Rain, everyone on the streets was in quite a good mood.

They looked as if life held great promise.

It reminded him of the farmers he had seen when he first arrived at the outskirts of Red Tears City.

Though they had been so hungry their faces were yellow and their bodies emaciated, they had still worked their fields, as if happily chasing their dreams.

Could it be because they had also been drenched by that red rain?

"This Bodhisattva's Red Tears Rain falls at least once every month. Who knows how many spirit plants and spiritual flowers it nourishes? That's why the spiritual energy here is so abundant, making it ideal for cultivation!"

"The Immortal Leaf from Ghost Hand Apothecary is so authentic not only because of their secret craftsmanship, but also because it is nourished by the red rain. Truly, one land nurtures one kind of people. Only Immortal Leaf from Red Tears City has this flavor."

Huang Qu was still talking at length about the Red Tears Rain.

Gu Qingfeng now understood why the people here so often looked down on outsiders, calling them "country bumpkins" every so often.

After all, throughout the entire Returning Ruins, this Bodhisattva's Red Tears Rain was indeed one of a kind.

Gu Qingfeng could not help asking, "Is Bodhisattva's Red Tears truly that miraculous?"

At once, Huang Qu grew even more excited. "The rain is sparse out here in the outer city. If you went somewhere in the inner city where the red tears are plentiful, the changes would be even greater!"

"In the inner city, after a rain like this falls, the gold and divine iron that Riches Bloom Gate plants in the ground will grow another half inch. The palms and arms the Mei Family raises on their rooftops—even those can grow larger and longer, let alone the flowers and grasses."

Hearing this, even Gu Qingfeng was a little stunned.

"Gold and iron can grow too?"

Huang Qu nodded. "Otherwise, how could Riches Bloom Gate be so rich?"

Gu Qingfeng continued in confusion, "The place you mentioned... you mean that kind of thing?"

Huang Qu looked toward his crotch. "Other than this, what else could be called down there?"

For a moment, Gu Qingfeng was powerless to complain.

After spending these past few days in the outer city, Gu Qingfeng had seen enough of its "simple folkways" and "benevolent healers." He had thought the inner city would merely be an intensified version of this place.

Who could have expected that the people of the inner city knew how to have fun even better?

Some planted gold and divine iron, while others planted that thing.

From then on, he became even more curious about the inner city of Red Tears City.

Just how many wicked demons and heretics were inside, making all sorts of wicked things?

Once he had ravaged the outer city—ptui, once he had cleansed the outer city of its wicked demons and heretics—he would head into the inner city and investigate it properly!

It had to be said that, as a young hero, his decision to personally observe and experience the evil and filth within this city had undoubtedly been the correct one.

Only this way could he understand just how evil and terrifying these wicked demons and heretics were, how much they left him unable to sleep or eat in peace.

How worthy they were of destruction!

Otherwise, even if he lived an ordinary life in this city, he would tremble with fear every day, terrified that his life might be taken.

Perhaps because he was in such a pleasant mood, Huang Qu became much more talkative than before, and Gu Qingfeng learned more about this city.

For instance, Riches Bloom Gate truly was "rich and prosperous." Many of the hidden weapons wielded by their experts were made of pure gold.

Fighting them meant truly being beaten to death by money!

Especially their ultimate arts, Riches Bloom and Heaven-Earth Toss. They could genuinely kill people above their realm, and no one knew how many experts had died beneath them.

That was why Riches Bloom Gate was one of the city's tyrants, able to swagger through even the unfathomable Returning Ruins.

Using money as a killing move naturally consumed a great deal, but the impressive thing about Riches Bloom Gate was that they were exceptionally skilled at planting.

Plant gold, and gold would grow. Plant divine iron, and divine iron would grow as well.

As for the Mei Family of the inner city, the family that could plant things down there, they boasted even more loudly.

They called themselves "Nuwa's Descendants," claiming that any organ on their bodies could be planted, making them even more terrifying.

Their yin and yang could shift, leaving them nearly formless; gender did not define them.

It was said that when beauties were with them, they might be men in the first half of the night, only to become women even prettier than the beauties themselves as they played.

Gu Qingfeng: "..."

If this had been before his transmigration, Gu Qingfeng would certainly have thought Yellow Smoke Ghost had smoked too much and was talking nonsense.

But in the Returning Ruins, in this city, it sounded a few degrees more believable.

After all, in this city, even the rain that had just fallen was said to be the bloody tears shed by a Bodhisattva.

Afterward, Huang Qu advised Gu Qingfeng to really run away with him.

Even if he wanted to test medicine again, he should wait a few days before returning. It did not matter if he gave up the remaining silver.

Yet Gu Qingfeng looked as though he would not rest until he had taken every last coin. "I can still give it a try."

Yellow Smoke Ghost could not help sighing and ran off by himself.

He had been a rotten person his entire life, and now that he had finally tried to do someone a kindness, he had run into a stubborn fool like Gu Qingfeng.

Unable to restrain himself, he lamented, "Fine words cannot persuade a ghost bent on starving to death!"

That night, Gu Qingfeng stayed at Ghost Hand Apothecary as usual.

It cost one tael of silver, but he knew that silver would return sooner or later.

This thought was remarkably similar to the clerk's belief that, once Gu Qingfeng died from testing medicine, the silver paid for the test would return to Ghost Hand Apothecary.

Both sides wanted to swallow the other whole.

But who was the mantis, and who was the cicada? Heh heh...

During the day, Gu Qingfeng lay in his room, putting on a rather uncomfortable appearance.

That discomfort was an act, but the faint loneliness in his heart was real.

Because the time had come. The medicine-testing room that had once held three people now had only him.

Yellow-Haired Smoke Ghost had said yesterday that he was going to flee, while the gaunt husband had a poor constitution and still had not come by this time. He was likely doomed.

What had clearly been a journey for three had suddenly become one for a single person. Loneliness was inevitable.

However, the lady in purple arrived very quickly.

Looking at Gu Qingfeng's condition, she seemed deeply concerned. "How are you feeling?"

Looking somewhat pained, Gu Qingfeng answered, "Not very well."

The lady in purple said, "But today truly is the time to test the medicine."

Gu Qingfeng asked directly, "Can I refuse?"

The lady in purple alternated kindness with intimidation. "If you refuse, all the silver from before will be reclaimed. If you obediently test the medicine as usual, the silver will be doubled."

Gu Qingfeng said, "Silver is good, but they haven't come, and I don't feel well either. When I don't feel well, I don't want to take medicine."

The lady asked patiently, "What would make you feel better?"

Gu Qingfeng rose to his feet. "After taking that medicine, I'm really fired up!"

The lady in purple looked at him in surprise. "Could it be that you want to..."

Gu Qingfeng stood there. Remembering what her husband Sun Sheng had instructed—that she absolutely had to make this country bumpkin happily take the medicine, so that his liver could be nourished and fused, or the consequences would be severe—she finally shut the doors and windows, gritted her teeth, and knelt before Gu Qingfeng...