My Wife Is The Leader Of A Demonic Cult - Chapter 74 - Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Jiang Sanjia Meets the Paper Man

Chapter 74: Chapter 74: Jiang Sanjia Meets the Paper Man

After seeing a patient in Mazi Lane, An Jing prepared to return to Jishi Hall when he felt a slight tremor in his sleeve.

Inside his sleeve was a palm-sized paper figure with a streak of bright red on its chest. At that moment, its hands seemed to be drawn by some force, clapping open and shut as if applauding.

“Jiang Sanjia!?”

With a lift of his eyebrow An Jing muttered to himself.

This was the paper figure Jiang Sanjia had given him, said to contain a drop of his essence blood—extremely precious. An Jing initially didn’t want to accept the paper figure because he was unsure whether this essence blood was separated…

“That old fellow has gone into hiding now, so he probably wouldn’t be seeking me out unless it was for something important.”

With this thought, An Jing casually glanced behind him and walked discreetly further into the alley.

Not far away, a Human Sect expert leaped gracefully like a skilful swallow, landing on the roof and closely following An Jing into the alley.

“Hmm!?”

The next time he landed, the alley was dead silent, empty. An Jing, who had just turned into the alley, seemed to have vanished into thin air.

“Where is he!?”

The puzzled Human Sect expert prided himself on tracking and surveillance. It wasn’t just any ordinary person, but even experts of the same realm couldn’t escape his pursuit.

After looking around for a moment, he was certain that An Jing had somehow disappeared all of a sudden.

For some reason, he felt dizzy; his mind went blank for an instant as if he had forgotten the way he came and how to return.

“What’s going on…?”

The Human Sect expert touched his douli hat, a drop of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

Li Fuzhou had warned him: if An Jing was missing so much as a hair, he’d have to face him head in hand, underscoring the importance of the Jishi Hall doctor. But now, he had lost track of the man.

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In Yu State City, Fuyang Village.

Fuyang Village was not far from Qinghe Pier, with the majority of its young and strong residents earning a living on the river, leaving the village sparsely populated on regular days.

Withered yellow leaves drifted in the wind, fields gleamed golden, and the farmers were busy working.

Clad in a dark blue cloak, An Jing carried two jugs of wine and a roast chicken, and leisurely made his way to the end of the village, where two dilapidated thatched cottages sat by the river.

At that moment, Jiang Sanjia was leaning against a rock, holding a fishing rod in his hand.

“Sanjia, your fish basket is empty…”

An Jing walked over and shook his head at the sight of the empty fish basket.

Lazily basking in the sun, Jiang Sanjia spoke indifferently, “A bamboo rod, a line equal in length, a dot of crimson amidst the clear waters. All my life angling, when shall I rest? One spring departs, another returns. Fishing is a state of mind, it is also a pursuit…”

Just then, the goose feather float on the water’s surface stirred, and Jiang Sanjia began reeling in his line, sensing something amiss as he slightly frowned.

“Swoosh!”

When he lifted the fishhook, he discovered the bait that had been on it was long gone.

“Whether you catch fish or not is irrelevant, you just want to feel the process of nurturing the fish every day.”

An Jing sat down with a relaxed smile, admiring the scenic river before him, then placed the wine and roast chicken to the side.

Picking up the roast chicken, Jiang Sanjia gave it a look and said, “Brother Zhou, if you come again, remember to bring something different.”

He wasn’t sure whether this was a welcome banquet or a last meal—it was always a jug of old wine and a chicken.

“Are you complaining?” An Jing raised an eyebrow.

This had cost him the hundred or so coins he would have spent on his midday meal outside.

“Never mind, better not to change it.”

Jiang Sanjia sat up and said slowly, “Someone from the Court is preparing to vindicate me. I might have to return to Yujing City after the New Year.”

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“Exonerate?”

An Jing frowned. “Exoneration for a prisoner from the Heavenly Prison, after a jailbreak? Is that even possible?”

“Why not? As long as I am still useful, it can be done.”

Jiang Sanjia picked up the wine jug, took a big gulp, and asked, “Zhou brother, when did you manage to master the Hundred-step Flying Sword?”

The more sophisticated the martial arts, the harder they are to cultivate, especially those of the True Martial and Heavenly Martial levels. Even if placed in front of some people, they might struggle to master them in their entire lifetime.

And the Hundred-step Flying Sword is known for its complexity and mystery. Jiang Sanjia prided himself on being a genius, yet after three years of practicing this sword technique, he had made no progress at all, which spoke volumes of its difficulty.

But Zhou Xianming managed to do it in just one or two months—to think that even his senior brother, the legendary Ghost Valley Divine Sword practitioner, took a year to get started.

“Cultivation?”

An Jing paused, then said, “Isn’t this swordsmanship something one can perform as long as they have hands?”

Jiang Sanjia: “….”

An Jing spoke the truth; he had barely practiced the Hundred-step Flying Sword at all.

“You really are a unique individual.”

Jiang Sanjia sighed lightly.

“No, I am just an ordinary man.” An Jing tore off a chicken leg and then took a seat.

Jiang Sanjia gave An Jing a baffling look, and then with a mysterious smile said, “Zhou brother, I already know your identity.”

“Huh?!”

An Jing raised his eyebrows.

Jiang Sanjia knew his identity?

Could it be that he had calculated it using Ghost Valley Heavenly Mechanism? But that shouldn’t be right. An Jing’s cultivation was above his, and according to the information he had revealed before, it should be difficult for Jiang to calculate, the cost too great.

“Your cultivation of the Daluo Heart Method is correct, isn’t it?” Jiang Sanjia asked.

“That’s right.”

An Jing nodded, without denial.

This Daluo Heart Method belonged to the True Martial level of mental methods. Back when An Jing’s skills were still very basic, he would regularly go up the mountain to gather herbs. Because of the Earth Book, he was able to collect many precious herbs.

One day, following the guidance of the Earth Book and what at that time was his first blue-colored opportunity, he found an elderly man who was gravely injured.

An Jing had treated him, but the elder’s injuries were too severe. In the end, he passed away. However, in his final moments, the old man gave An Jing a mental method but never disclosed his own name nor the specific name of the method. His only advice was for An Jing to avoid rashly revealing the Daluo Heart Method to others.

An Jing had always found it strange, when he found the Unity Sword Technique’s abridged version in the wilderness, the hint was only a yellow opportunity, so why was the Daluo Heart Method of the same True Martial level a blue opportunity?

At the time, he didn’t ponder it deeply, but now it seemed there might be more mysteries involved.

“Indeed.”

Jiang Sanjia smiled. “So, you are indeed a successor of the Daluo Sect. Years ago, when Yan Shaoshan was slain by the Zhenyi Sect, I thought the Daluo Sect would dissipate into nothingness. I had no idea there was still such an expert in the world.”

“Daluo Sect….”

An Jing managed to keep a neutral expression while his mind was filled with confusion.

In his memory, he had no impression of the Daluo Sect whatsoever.

Jiang Sanjia’s eyes twinkled as he said, “Since that’s the case, there’s no need for us to conceal our identities any longer.”

“I don’t understand what Brother Sanjia is talking about,” An Jing looked at him.

He had nothing to do with the Daluo Sect, so why should he reveal his own identity?

Jiang Sanjia’s smile faded. “Brother Zhou, let’s be honest with each other.”

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