Human Martial Venerable: Starting from the Synthesis Technique

Chapter 58 Descendants of Bai Ze

The news brought by Shen Nian was very important, and Hei Ye didn't delay.

He then directed the waiter to get to work, while he led Shen Nian through the courtyard gate and directly into the main hall.

As soon as he entered the living room, a graceful woman walked towards him, and Shen Nian quickly greeted her with a smile:

"Hello, sister-in-law."

Blackie had far too many mistresses in the city, and he had considered the issue of what to call them before.

Later on, they simply started calling each other "sister-in-law".

"The Little New Year is here."

Upon seeing that it was Shen Hou, the woman's eyes softened, and she nodded slightly.

Then, his gaze turned to Master Hei, and he asked, "Sir, has the grain been purchased?"

Blackie waved his hand impatiently, "They're all in the kitchen, go see for yourself."

The woman was not annoyed by what she heard. She bowed slightly and left the living room.

"Shen Zi, tell me quickly, what exactly happened?"

As soon as the woman left, Blackie couldn't wait to get to the head seat, asking curiously.

Shen Nian was also quite tactful. He stepped forward and poured a cup of tea for Master Hei before sitting down, clearing his throat, and saying.

"Sir, it's quite a coincidence. Two months ago, when you asked me to inquire about any enlightened masters or extraordinary people in Yunzhou, I happened to be in Guangtong Prefecture."

"In the beggar's street, I encountered an old man making a bet with someone."

They said it was a bet about rain, so I listened in for a while.

Shen Nian offered an explanation.

"The betting game, and what happened next?"

"At the time, the old man was setting up a fortune-telling stall and got into an argument with a wealthy businessman. The old man said..."

Shen Nian pondered, as if recalling something, then coughed lightly and mimicked the words from his memory.

"On the eighth day of the sixth month, at the third quarter of the hour of Chen (7:45 AM), a torrential rain fell from the sky, with a rainfall of three feet six and a half inches."

"It overwhelmed the entire territory of Qingyan Prefecture, extending east to the border of Pingyang Prefecture, west to the Jade Belt Mountains, south to the border of Yongning Prefecture, and north to the border of Guangtong Prefecture. The rainfall lasted for a full four hours."

Blackie's brows furrowed, his already sparse eyebrows twisting together.

The Ganlin Grand Ceremony that took place in Qingyan City was unexpected by everyone, including him.

Throughout the entire Yunzhou region, he knew perfectly well who was truly capable and who was a fake Taoist priest.

If I had known earlier that Master Huanglong had such abilities, I should have asked Young Master Feng for more money.

Even if Huanglong Zhenren had this ability, Shen Nian said it like this.

It's clear that someone had guessed the success of the Ganlin Grand Sacrifice long ago.

Unbelievable!

"What about the rainfall?" Blackie's memory was churning.

He then suppressed the question and asked again.

"Who has the energy for this? But I went to the fields outside the city to check on the day it rained, and the rainwater seeped in, reaching a depth of more than three inches."

If we calculate based on the land area, one mu (unit of land area) is three feet square, which is three feet and six inches, right?

And the rain lasted for so long, the fields were full.

Blackie still didn't believe it, or rather, he wasn't quick to believe it wholeheartedly. "Could it be a coincidence?"

"I don't know, but I heard the old man say something like that this time the rain-making would be done three times, the first two times would fail, and the third time would succeed."

"I thought he meant that Young Master Feng would hold three grand ceremonies, but who knew that the old man meant that one out of three requests would be granted."

"Are you asking for three responses and getting one?"

"Yes, he asked three times and got an answer once." Shen Nian also felt that the old man didn't seem like a proper fortune teller, and added:

He added that the reason the first two attempts failed was because the people praying for blessings forgot to check which official was on duty that day.

"The Jade Emperor approved the request for rain, which should have been handled jointly by the Thunder Department, the Rain Department, and the Water Department. However, when Huanglong Zhenren first burned incense, he forgot to inform the Rain Department; and when he recited the incantation the second time, he mispronounced the name of the Rain Department's chief deity."

"It wasn't until the third time that Lei Bu Xin Tian Jun heard it and granted permission for the rain to be released."

Shen Nian thought for a moment and recalled some details, "Originally, the old man didn't explain that he would only explain after his granddaughter tricked me out of two taels of silver and a candied hawthorn."

Unexpectedly, after these words were spoken...

Blackie's expression changed drastically as his memories gradually became clearer.

As if remembering something, he quickly and solemnly asked:

"He also has a granddaughter? Does he have a single braid and a red dot representing Guanyin on his forehead?"

Shen Nian was stunned after hearing this. "Yes, Grandpa, how do you know what his granddaughter looks like?"

Hei Ye ignored Shen Nian's doubts, looking relieved, and murmured something.

"So it was him. That's not surprising, that's not surprising."

There aren't many extraordinary people in the entire Yunzhou region, but there are only two grandfather-granddaughter combinations.

One of them was Huanglong Zhenren, who was a wolf in sheep's clothing and kept a low profile. Even he was fooled by Huanglong Zhenren.

The other one was the old man Shen Nian mentioned, a grandfather and grandson whose true identities back then were enough to frighten the world!

"So it really was him! No wonder he seemed so familiar; he wasn't dead after all!"

Hei Ye murmured, his face returning to normal, and his smile widening even further.

In truth, this old man was the real rain-seeker in reality.

Back then, after accompanying Feng Xiu through Dendrobium Village, Hei Ye had a vague premonition that the Feng family patriarch, or other grain merchant families, would hold a religious ceremony.

That's why Shen Nian was arranged to inquire about some extraordinary people and people.

At that time, Shen Nian had not yet sent any news, and then the young master of the Feng family couldn't wait any longer.

Only after the incident in Bailiu Village did the search for Huanglong Zhenren begin.

"Sir, do you know who this person is?"

"Why should we look for him?"

The look of sudden realization on Hei Ye's face was so obvious that Shen Nian was really curious.

"Young Master Feng once asked me to find some divine martial arts manuals, and I was thinking that Master Huanglong's rain-praying technique could be considered a divine skill, right?"

Blackie explained.

It wasn't that he was unprofessional, but rather that the Feng family, as one of the top clans in the city, certainly didn't lack cultivation techniques and resources.

After much thought, it seems that the only option is to follow the path of Master Huanglong.

Master Huanglong was a member of the Taoist sect, and the martial arts techniques of the Taoist sect were completely different from those of the mainstream martial arts world.

As long as Master Huanglong reveals even a move or two, he can at least get by.

"I didn't expect that instead of finding Master Huanglong, you actually brought him here!"

At this point, Blackie couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Seeing his expression, Shen Nian became even more interested. "Then, sir, who exactly is this person?"

Blackie's smile gradually faded. He looked Shen Nian up and down, his narrowed eyes filled with a sharp scrutiny.

"Sir, don't you trust me? I promise I won't tell anyone once I'm out of this door."

Having followed Master Hei for so long, Shen Nian naturally understood what that look meant, and quickly assured him.

"Fine, today I'll let you see his true colors." Blackie, without a second thought, took a deep breath and said slowly.

"He's not human!"

"Not human?"

Shen Nian felt a chill run down his spine and stood up in fright.

"Yes, he's not human. His name is Bai Yan, from a lineage of demons, and he calls himself..." Blackie's tone was filled with astonishment, and at the end of his voice...

He became serious again, "A descendant of Bai Ze!"

"A great demon who understands yin and yang, comprehends changes, foretells good and bad fortune, and is skilled in disguise!"

"A demon? Does such a thing really exist in this world?"

Shen Nian swallowed hard, his face pale.

That smiling old man, the little old man who revealed such big news over five taels of silver.

Could it be a demon?!

If someone else had said this, he would have scoffed, but it was Blackie who said it himself.

In terms of intelligence capabilities, not to mention Qingyan City, even in other prefectures, few can compare to him.

Seeing the nonchalant look in Blackie's eyes again, he slowly calmed down.

"There's a lot you don't know. There are even ghosts. What's a mere monster compared to that?"

Blackie chuckled, glancing at Shen Nian with a hint of suspicion. "Shen Zi, you're not scared, are you?"

Whether the information was leaked or spread when he boasted to others is irrelevant; everyone is afraid of demons.

The only ones you shouldn't be afraid of are those who work in their line of work.

Once you become afraid, your ability to interact with others weakens, and once you become weak, you are easily manipulated!

"Sir, you're joking. How could I be afraid with you here?"

Shen Nian forced a laugh and quickly accepted the information revealed by Hei Ye.

To be fair, although Blackie didn't have much fighting ability, the sense of security emanating from his obesity was unmatched by any martial artist.

"Master, what about Bai Yan? He's a demon. A demon doesn't seem to have much martial power, does he?"

Shen Nian changed the subject and asked again.

If Bai Yan truly possessed the power to command the wind and rain, he wouldn't be hiding in hiding and making a living solely through fortune-telling.

"Whether he has martial arts skills or not is not important. What's important is that he knows a lot. As long as we capture him, we can naturally report back to Young Master Feng."

Blackie sneered, his words showing no regard for Bai Yan as a demon.

"By the way, where was the last place you saw him?"

Upon hearing this, Shen Nian shuddered and couldn't help but lick his dry lips.

He remained silent for a long time. Even though he knew Blackie's reputation in the city, he was still frightened by Blackie's audacity.

Catching demons?!

"What the hell are you standing there for? I'm asking you a question!"

Blackie called his name several times, glaring at him angrily.

Shen Nian snapped out of his daze and quickly replied, "Sir, Baiyun Mountain. He's in a dilapidated temple on Baiyun Mountain. I heard he's been living there for quite a while."

"Baiyun Mountain, great!"

Blackie nodded, and then gave the order without hesitation.

"Go, bring paper and pen from the study."

Shen Nian didn't move. After hesitating for a long time, he cautiously asked, "Master, are we really going to catch the demon?"

"Of course, but I wouldn't be the one to catch them; I don't have the ability."

It was unusual for Blackie not to scold him, after all, he was someone he had trained, and he wanted him to learn more.

"Then you are...?" Shen Nian asked, even more puzzled.

"Today I'll show you what connections your grandpa Blackie has. Go get some paper and a pen!"

With a wave of his hand, Blackie exclaimed with great pride.

Upon seeing this, Shen Nian hurriedly went to the study, carrying an inkstone, a paperweight, and Xuan paper for writing letters.

After returning, he carefully moved the teacup off the table, laid it out, and reached out to pour water and grind ink.

Hei Ye rolled up his sleeves, took the wolf-hair brush, held it in his hand, narrowed his eyes, and revealed a rare seriousness.

He wielded his brush and wrote a line of characters, full of ink, vigorous and neat.

[Haha, this is addressed to my brothers Qian Futing and Qian Lingyun...]