The Secret Way of Immortality

The yamen runners arrived at their destination one after another, the fat county magistrate having waited for a long time.

Apart from welcoming everyone, he mainly wanted to say some platitudes, but only received scattered responses.

The corner of Ren Qing's mouth twitched. There wasn't even a single jailer present, it seemed the county magistrate's status within the yamen wasn't high.

Not to mention Song Zongwu, even Huang Ziwan was too lazy to pay attention to him. Perhaps the fat county magistrate was already used to it.

The fat county magistrate gave a long speech, and only after his mouth was dry did he start handing out rewards, with each person receiving at least several dozen taels of silver.

Ren Qing's reward was slightly more, but not too exaggerated.

Xiao Wu and the other yamen servants were promoted, and from then on their duties could be inherited by their eldest sons.

The fat county magistrate continued to talk endlessly.

Ren Qing felt a little helpless, but had no choice but to be patient, until the county magistrate finished contentedly after half an hour.

Then Ren Qing and the others went to the Firewood Hall.

Bo Feng and the Li brothers had already prepared a table full of food and even bought a few jars of relatively expensive wine.

The firewood workers of Hexing Street were cleaning the courtyard on the side.

It seemed that during the time Ren Qing was away, Bo Feng had brought them to heel.

Bo Feng quickly greeted them and couldn't help but pat Xiao Wu on the shoulder: "You've gotten stronger. You've learned a lot following Head Runner Ren, right?"

"Of course, but I almost..."

Xiao Wu was about to say something when he suddenly realized that the jailers had requested that no information be revealed, and he quickly closed his mouth.

"The city is safer than the outside. It's good that you came back safe and sound."

Bo Feng sighed with emotion. He had followed the jailers out of the city a few times, and each time some yamen runners would die inexplicably.

"Come, come, come, sit down and eat first."

Ren Qing couldn't wait to pick up a piece of tender and crispy pig trotter, and immediately felt its fragrance lingering in his mouth.

Although there was no shortage of meat in the wilderness, the water was barely enough, so everything was roasted, and he was already tired of it.

Bo Feng said with a smile, "If it's not enough, I'll have Xiao Zhu and the others make some more."

The firewood workers of Hexing Street not far away cast resentful glances.

Only letting them work and not letting them eat, wasn't it just because they had offended you, Bo Feng?

After Ren Qing had his fill of food and wine, he didn't rush to rest, but planned to go to Zhang the butcher's place.

When Ren Qing first entered Sanxiang City, he noticed that the streets were full of braised offal stalls, there were just too many of them.

The Bloodhound Gang seemed to be expanding blindly.

But in Ren Qing's opinion, business is about quality, not quantity, such behavior was a bit wrong.

He came to Zhang the butcher's residence. The original butcher shop had now been converted into a private house, and the braised pig offal had long been moved to another shop.

Ren Qing knocked on the door, but no one responded.

He had to frown and wait for a long time, but Zhang the butcher still didn't return.

Seeing this, Ren Qing walked out of the alley, planning to have Bo Feng inquire about it during the day to see if the Bloodhound Gang had any unusual movements.

However, as soon as he reached the street, the surrounding passersby scattered like birds and beasts, only a few stalls selling braised dishes were still standing.

Ren Qing snorted coldly, crossed his arms and stood still.

After a while, a group of Bloodhound Gang members walked quickly towards his location, with Chen Ben leading the way.

"Head Runner Ren, long time no see..."

Ren Qing interrupted expressionlessly: "What's the matter with me?"

Chen Ben's footsteps paused slightly, as if he was facing a caged hungry wolf, staring at him intently.

It had only been a few days since they last met, but the pressure Ren Qing exerted on him was even greater.

He couldn't help but ask cautiously: "I know that Head Runner Ren has just returned to Sanxiang City, so I'm here to welcome you and treat you to a meal. Would you please do me the honor of joining us?"

"I'm busy, and the jailers have a lot of things to ask me to do."

Sweat broke out on Chen Ben's forehead. Since Ren Qing had brought up the jailers, he must have something to rely on.

He still remembered what the Protector had told him: if he found that Ren Qing was involved with the jailers, he couldn't provoke him.

He had unknowingly been influenced by Ren Qing's aura.

Ren Qing asked straightforwardly: "You're probably here for the braised dish business, right?"

The surprise on Chen Ben's face flashed by.

Seeing this, Ren Qing immediately had some guesses in his heart, and said without hesitation: "It seems the recipe has been leaked."

The Bloodhound Gang also knew that there was an internal problem that caused the leak, so they were anxiously increasing the number of stalls to avoid losing business.

Chen Ben came to him more because he was instructed by his superiors, wanting to use Ren Qing as a scapegoat to take the blame for the recipe leak.

Chen Ben said hesitantly: "Head Runner Ren, just pretend nothing happened. Consider today a misunderstanding."

"Where's my uncle, Zhang Dazui?"

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Chen Ben took several steps back and said: "Shopkeeper Zhang has gone to various places in the west of the city to purchase goods. We are not in the habit of kicking away the ladder after we've crossed the river..."

"That's it then, I'll go back first."

Ren Qing didn't want to get involved in the Bloodhound Gang's affairs. Even if he lost the supply of pig eyes, he could just collect other eyeballs.

Now that Song Rong was dead, there was no need to worry too much.

Fish eyes and chicken eyes could also be purchased in large quantities, but they were smaller and the effect was far less than pig eyes.

Chen Ben watched Ren Qing walk away, his mind filled with thoughts.

This person was probably not ordinary either, there was no reason to offend him. As for the Protector, he could only report the truth.

He said to his subordinates: "Don't send anyone to keep an eye on Zhang Dazui anymore, especially when Ren Qing appears, try to stay away."

After Ren Qing returned to the Firewood Hall, he was still a little worried, so he asked Li Mian to go to Zhang the butcher's shop to confirm the situation.

Zhang the butcher greeted Li Mian with a smile, and the latter took the opportunity to replenish a batch of pig eyes.

In the following days, the Bloodhound Gang indeed did not continue to cause trouble.

Ren Qing's lifespan steadily increased, and as he felt the day of his promotion to the Ghost Envoy realm gradually approaching, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency in his heart.

At this time, Song Zongwu came to his door, for the matter of joining the jailers.

However, it was not as smooth as Ren Qing had imagined. Currently, the yamen did not have any jailer positions available, and the next batch would have to wait until next year.

But after a few months, there would be too many variables.

Song Zongwu said in a deep voice: "Actually, there are reserves among the jailers, which are similar to the duties of yamen servants, used to fill the vacancies of dead jailers."

"Senior Song, there are no drawbacks, right?"

"The reserve force is prepared for the cultivators related to the jailers. The yamen will definitely have a priority in recruiting."

Ren Qing opened his mouth and asked: "Could it be that it's not easy to join the reserve force?"

Song Zongwu smiled and said: "You have to compete with several cultivators for a position. With your strength, it shouldn't be difficult. It's just a formality."

Before Ren Qing could think too much, Song Zongwu continued: "They are all cultivators trained by gangs. With me here, are you afraid of offending these people?"

Ren Qing asked cautiously: "I feel like there are some secrets inside?"

Song Zongwu scolded with a smile and replied: "Actually, the gangs don't actively compete for the reserve positions, it's just a requirement of the yamen."

Ren Qing suddenly understood.

The gangs will be subject to various restrictions, how could they be as comfortable as the jailers, and how could the gang's resources compare to the jailers'.

To put it bluntly, the gangs are afraid of not being able to retain cultivators, but they can't afford to offend the jailers, so those who are competing for the reserve positions should all be people who are not loved by their parents or relatives.

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