Who Let Him Cultivate?! (WX)-Chapter 135: Apothecary

“How many dangerous people are there in the inn?” Lu Yang had to verify whether the waiter was the only source of danger in the inn.

Trembling in his white clothes, the waiter held up two fingers. “T-two.”

“Who?!”

“You two.”

Meng Jingzhou kicked him. “Be honest!”

The waiter felt helpless; he couldn’t lie while wearing white clothes. You two are clearly the most dangerous in the inn.

Lu Yang adjusted his question. “How many dangerous people are there in the inn for ordinary people?”

“I’m the only one,” the waiter answered truthfully.

“Between you and the innkeeper, who’s stronger?”

“I’m stronger, but the rules we follow are different. He has a natural suppression over me.”

Lu Yang checked, “Is your power in Heaven-Grade Rooms the same elsewhere?”

“No, it is different. Based on the rules, my power is stronger in Heaven-Grade Rooms.”

“Are there others like you who have different powers in different places?”

“Yes, for example, the things in the thatched cottages in the day. They are very strong in the thatched cottages and can move freely between them, but once they leave the thatched cottages, their power will be reduced to that of ordinary people, and they will lose their ability to traverse the thatched cottages. However, I don’t know exactly what those things are.”

“Are there more? What about the bailiffs in black clothes and the private school teacher in gray clothes? Do they have enhanced powers?”

“No, but they were originally cultivators, so they are much stronger than ordinary people.”

“What’s the relationship between the bailiffs and private school teacher like?”

The waiter theorized, “My speculation is that they don’t have a good relationship, and there may even be competition between them. For instance, the bailiffs and I have the same criterion of needing to kill a certain number of people to leave the town. I’m not sure about the private school teacher, but the requirement is probably similar.”

“Do you know where the town mayor is?”

“I heard that he is in the municipal office, but I’ve never seen him come out.”

“How do we kill the town mayor?”

“I don’t know.”

“What are the town mayor’s powers and abilities?”

“I don’t know.”

“Where is the ancestral hall?”

“You can’t find the ancestral hall in the day. It only appears between 9 - 11pm.” The waiter was obedient in replying to all their questions.

The answers largely matched what Lu Yang and Meng Jingzhou had already deduced.

Finished with their questions, Lu Yang deftly removed the white clothes from the waiter and drove a sword through him.

As branch leaders of a diabolic creed, we naturally understand that dead men tell no tales.

“Good thing you removed the white clothes beforehand; otherwise, they would have been stained.” Meng Jingzhou stretched lazily. “We can finally get our beauty sleep.”

Lu Yang felt the same way. We have quite the harvest today, and there’ll be no more annoying knocking at the door.

The two searched the waiter’s body and found the rules of the inn, but it was of no use since they already had it figured out.

“Our rules disappeared right after we read it once. If not for our good memory, we would’ve forgotten them by now. But the waiter can keep his rules intact to ensure that they remember them correctly. Looks like the treatment the waiter and others get is entirely different from ours.”

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At 9am on the third day, the night watchman’s gong woke the two of them. Despite yawning, they were satisfied with their sleep.

The innkeeper had heard the waiter’s cries for help and various noises last night, so he decided to check on the waiter in the morning. When he saw the gruesome state of the waiter’s body, he fell silent for a long while.

Are these two really from the righteous path?

Before leaving the inn, Lu Yang wrote a note for the innkeeper: The white clothes worked pretty well. We’ll borrow it for another two days.

What Lu Yang didn’t notice was the trace of fear in the innkeeper’s eyes as he looked at them. Also, why does the tone of this note feel so similar to those domineering diabolic cultivators who don’t pay back their debts? It seems to be saying, “This stuff is not bad. Lend it to me. I’ll return it when I’m bored of it.”

“It’s just an illusion, right?” Clearly, the innkeeper hardly knew anything about the Dao-Seeking Sect.

For low-level cultivators like them, most of their knowledge about massive organizations like the Dao-Seeking Sect stemmed from rumors.

And rumors were often unreliable.

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After the two left the inn, they arrived at the apothecary where an apprentice dressed in gray greeted them enthusiastically, “What can I help you with, guests? Did you hear dogs barking? Or did you encounter black dogs? If you heard dogs barking, I have ready-made medicine for you.”

The apothecary apprentice presented a bubbling pot of red medicinal liquid. “This is made from Cinnabar Grass that has been ground into powder and simmered for ten hours. Drinking this will temporarily make you drowsy, but after a good sleep, the effects from the dogs' barking will vanish.

“If you have encountered black dogs, you should quickly follow me; otherwise, you’ll soon be converted by the black dogs. There’s a well in the backyard of the apothecary. As long as you drink the water you drew by yourself, you won’t be converted by the black dogs.”

Meng Jingzhou was about to say that he wanted to see the owner, but Lu Yang stopped him. Meng Jingzhou immediately understood the reason. There’s no need to explain to the apothecary apprentice. He is considered a stranger, which means that what he says is likely false.

The two sat there, completely unperturbed and silent, regardless of how anxious and concerned the apothecary apprentice appeared.

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Roughly an hour later, the apothecary apprentice walked into the backyard, and only then did the apothecary owner appear. He was an elderly man dressed in white clothes. His benevolent countenance easily invited one to trust him and confide in him about their troubles. “Did the two of you encounter any difficulties, or do you have any questions?”

The two remembered the rules stating that they couldn’t speak to the apothecary owner, so Lu Yang handed a slip of paper to him: We heard dogs barking. What should we do about it?

“You need two qian[1] of Percipient Grass. Crush it with saliva and block your ears with the residue for a quarter of an hour to remove the effects.”

Lu Yang wrote: Give us 4 qian of Percipient Grass. Also, what if we encounter black dogs?

“That would be troublesome. Anyone who encounters a black dog would involuntarily bark, and as soon as they bark out loud, they’ll be converted by the black dog. There is a solution though—sew your mouth shut with a needle and thread. If you can keep it up for an hour without making any sound, you won’t be converted by the black dogs.”

Lu Yang listened with rapt attention and wrote: How do we leave the town?

“Leave the town? That’s even more troublesome. I even think it’s impossible. There’s an ancestral hall in the town. It houses a half-naked statue of a blindfolded Buddha. If you take the Buddha statue out of the ancestral hall and smash it, a passageway to the outside world will appear. However, beware that the exit is fraught with bone-tormenting gales that enter all seven orifices and exit through them. Through this process, your body will dissolve and your spirit disintegrate, leaving only a pile of bones behind. No one can resist it.

“This is the only way to leave the town.”

Their hearts sank. It’s clear that these rules are designed to prevent people from leaving. That does make sense. The ancient Fusion cultivators hiding here definitely wouldn’t allow anything to leak out.

1. One of the measurement units used in Traditional Chinese Medicine; one qian is approximately 3.78g. ☜