Night fell.
In a quiet room, Lian Youming was working through Pushing and Turning with his fists and palms, burning off the vital essence within him.
He had chewed up almost the entire roast ox that day, bones and all, just as he had eaten that tiger before. In any case, he kept nourishing himself. Alongside the large quantities of meat were plenty of medicinal dishes, intended to regulate the qi of his five internal organs and heal his internal injuries as quickly as possible.
Under the lamplight, his whole body seemed to glow from head to toe. His blood and qi brimmed, and his complexion was recovering at an inconceivable rate.
Yang Lian came in then. "Chief, I found what you asked me to find! These things weren't easy to track down. I went to quite a few collectors, and even Boss Chen wasn't spared. Fortunately, all that effort wasn't wasted."
Lian Youming exhaled softly. His internal breath flowed like a dragon, splashing onto the floor from a distance.
What Yang Lian had brought back were volumes of old books and ancient records. Some were local gazetteers, some collections of supernatural tales, and others inscriptions, unofficial histories, and notebooks. Their dates varied too, ranging from the late Ming to the Qing Dynasty.
The Wenxiang Sect.
This matter was far from ordinary. How could he possibly remain indifferent?
Yang Shuang, Xu Baishi, and Gong Wuer had also come along and were waiting outside.
Once the three entered, he gave Yang Qing a look, and the Green Gang disciples outside immediately withdrew into the distance.
Gong Wuer glanced at the old books and said thoughtfully, "Did you encounter something strange out west? You looked as though you wanted to say something during the day!"
Lian Youming nodded and took out the