A Good Remedy

Ten strings of cash.

Ten thousand and a half taels of silver.

The price is equivalent to that of nearly four hundred pigs to pay for medical treatment.

The news of Master Zhao's high reward spread throughout Shu County in a short period of time, and it was still spreading at an extremely rapid pace.

All administrative notices, proclamations, and rules are no match for ten strings of cash.

Prefect Wen Weng was right. In this era, only the big salt merchants, the big metallurgists, and the princes who controlled the mines made money; the wealth of others was extremely limited.

This wasn't just the case in Shu County; other cities were similar.

Extremely primitive productivity and extremely primitive commercial practices make it difficult for money to circulate quickly, while those who control resources have many but no way to spend their money.

Master Zhao's ten strings of cash made Zhang Xuezhou envious, and it was an even greater shock to the others.

On this day, the most talked-about topic in Shu County was these ten strings of cash.

Almost everyone was going crazy for those ten strings of cash; if they weren't limited by their own abilities, the threshold outside the prefect's mansion would surely have been worn down by the crowds.

Even so, the area outside the prefectural governor's mansion was bustling with people, many of whom were watching the spectacle to see which lucky person would take the money.

The onlookers gradually dispersed as evening approached.

"Your Excellency, look at this! Alas!"

Many people came to Shu County to watch the spectacle, but few dared to step forward and accept the challenge.

The renowned Wang Er Ermazi and Doctor Jiang both returned empty-handed, and many people knew very well that this was not money that could be easily obtained.

Curing Zhao Liang is one thing, but the ten strings of cash won't be shortchanged.

It's not a big deal to just talk nonsense; you won't suffer if you don't get paid.

However, if one tries to treat Zhao Liang with only a mediocre skill, and ends up making Zhao Liang's condition worse, it could very well be a disaster.

Master Zhao's family runs a salt business. They are not a large salt merchant, but they are considered a medium-sized one. They supply almost all the salt in Shu County.

The other party's retaliation doesn't require the use of administrative power or violence. As long as they stop selling salt to the other party and prohibit others from purchasing or sharing it, it will be a troublesome situation that is difficult for the people of Shu County to resist.

Not eating salt not only means a lack of flavor, but over time it can also lead to a lack of energy, resulting in a weak body and frequent illnesses.

This soft knife is more frightening than swords, so few people dare to try it.

No one answered the call for help all day, and Master Zhao kept sighing.

"Master Zhao, we've posted the notice; someone will come to answer it sooner or later," Weng comforted him. "Zhao Liang is strong and healthy; he won't die anytime soon."

"Well!"

Master Zhao sighed deeply.

The common people do not fight with officials, even if he is a wealthy man in a region. He even tries every means to send his children to the prefect's office, seeking both political and economic power to Baojia.

But Master Zhao did not expect this outcome.

Zhao Liang's martial arts skills were undoubtedly not among the top in the Shu region; his true strength was only at the mid-level.

But Master Zhao found it hard to imagine that the Commandant, whose only duty was to maintain order in Shu County, had fallen to such a state.

He sighed, but he couldn't blame Wen Weng. In fact, Zhao Liang had suddenly gone mad while eating and even slashed Zhang Shu with his sword.

If Zhang Shu hadn't provided timely medical assistance, the Zhao family would have undoubtedly faced considerable trouble.

"Thank you, Your Excellency. I will take Zhao Liang home first. If anyone answers the call for help, I hope Your Excellency can send him to our Zhao family as soon as possible!"

"That's natural!"

Wen Weng agreed.

After four burly servants carried Zhao Liang out of the prefectural governor's mansion, he couldn't help but sigh as well. Then, he took Zhang Shu with him and headed to the trap monitoring office.

"That's ten strings of cash! Master Dong, you've learned one hundred and forty-eight arts, yet you don't have a single one that can exorcise evil spirits or quell madness?"

"You've asked me ten times already," Dong Zhongshu said helplessly. "There's one more thing. Thanks to your guidance, I've learned the Drowsiness Technique and the art of feng shui site selection. I've now learned one hundred and fifty techniques."

Seeing the money right in front of him but unable to take it, Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but sigh.

After he repeatedly reminded him, Dong Zhongshu even counted on his fingers and explained all the techniques he had learned, which finally made Zhang Xuezhou give up.

"Your methods don't seem very effective!"

Having learned of the ten strings of cash he had earned in exchange for treating Zhao Liang's illness, Zhang Xuezhou studied Dong Zhongshu's Technique Method once more.

He ultimately concluded that Dong Zhongshu's Technique Method were diverse, but few were actually used in Technique Method, and few were truly decisive in a single move.

"What, have you seen other people whose techniques are better than mine?" Dong Zhongshu asked curiously.

As a master of the Divine Ability Realm, this was the first time Dong Zhongshu had ever seen a cultivator look down on him so much.

The Technique Method he developed at the Divine Ability Realm was wind magic. The wind blades in his hands presented a variety of striking methods and also had the ability to strike quickly. Dong Zhongshu did not expect that even his proud abilities could not be sustained.

Zhang Xuezhou had no reason to discourage him; this was clearly the kind of sentiment one would only have after witnessing better techniques, or even stronger Technique Method.

"I once saw a sorcerer whip up a storm and fly hundreds of miles, landing as if stepping on stairs. His Technique Method attacks could peel away skin and bones in an instant, and his condensed wind blades..."

Zhang Xuezhou's meeting with Venerable Yufeng was brief, and the latter died quickly.

However, Zhang Xuezhou had to admit that Venerable Yufeng was the strongest wind-wielding cultivator he had ever seen, and that Yufeng's wind techniques were superior to Dong Zhongshu's.

"What happened to the condensed wind blades?"

Zhang Xuezhou only spoke halfway through his sentence, leaving Dong Zhongshu feeling a little itchy to ask more.

He doesn't even possess the ability to fly, so if someone skilled in Technique Method can do what Zhang Xuezhou said, then that person's Technique Method are indeed stronger than his own.

Dong Zhongshu's wind blades were equally distinctive, and he wanted to hear what kind of style the other party's wind blades would display.

"When the wind blades he condensed collapsed, they not only reduced him to a skeleton, but also killed one cultivator at the Sole Self Realm Sole Self Realm, severely injured another, and nearly killed two pieces of trash!"

If it weren't for special circumstances, Zhang Xuezhou didn't think Venerable Yufeng would die so easily.

However, if asked to explain just how strong the Venerable Yufeng's wind blades were, Zhang Xuezhou Zhang Xuezhou n't say, since he had never witnessed the normal power displayed by the Venerable after condensing his Law Power.

"You're talking about the Wind Fiend Technique. This deceased great cultivator was very likely a member of the Daoist Zhuangzi School. This school's skill in wind techniques is first-rate, and few other schools can match it," Dong Zhongshu sighed. "The founder of that school, Zhuangzi, is even hailed as an immortal terrestrial deity, and there are rumors that he is still alive."

When the Confucian School school, which always sought to be second best in everything, encountered the Zhuangzi school, which pursued the ultimate development of the art of wind, Dong Zhongshu's defeat was not unjustified.

Upon hearing that the other party was dead, Dong Zhongshu couldn't help but feel a deep sense of regret.

"An immortal land deity, is that powerful?"

"Amazing, he's definitely amazing. He might not be able to beat others, but no one can defeat him..."

Dong Zhongshu muttered some past events and rumors, and mentioned that Wen Weng knew more about Zhuangzi.

The two talked until 9 PM, when Dong Zhongshu finally yawned and went back to his room.

"None of them have any energy or spirit!"

Seeing Dong Zhongshu exhausted and forced to rest, Zhang Xuezhou felt so energetic that he couldn't fall asleep.

But now that the Grain Avoidance Powder was finished, he didn't have anything else to do.

Thinking of Wen Weng, who was patrolling and lurking around the Bashe snake, Zhang Xuezhou picked up a lantern and rushed over excitedly.

Before even reaching the area of the city wall where Wen Weng had deployed his defenses, Zhang Xuezhou saw a figure dressed in coarse cloth carrying a lantern approaching from the dimly lit street.

How do I get to the Prefectural Governor's Office?

A deep voice came from behind him, and only then did Zhang Xuezhou see the other person raise their head.

A white veil was tightly wrapped around the other person's head, revealing half of their aged face, which resembled tree bark.

Zhang Xuezhou glanced at the lantern the other person was carrying, then at the bamboo cane the other person was using to probe the path in their left hand, and then at the other person's blind eyes.

It's strange to encounter someone traveling at this time of day, but it's quite normal to see a blind person carrying a lantern, since for a blind person, there's not much difference between day and night.

"I have a remedy that might cure Young Master Zhao's illness!"

Not hearing Zhang Xuezhou's response, the blind man began to explain in a low voice.

His explanation made Zhang Xuezhou a little excited.

Zhang Xuezhou didn't expect to cure Zhao Liang's illness himself, but if Zhang Shu and Zhao Liang both recovered and held a banquet together, he would at least receive a gift as a token of his gratitude.

"You've come to the right person! I know where Young Master Zhao is!"

As someone concerned about Zhao Liang's condition, Zhang Xuezhou not only knew where Zhao Liang had previously been lying, but he also knew where Zhao Liang was lying now.

He had originally planned to spend some time chatting with Wen Weng since he had nothing else to do, but Zhang Xuezhou realized that he simply couldn't find any time right now.