"So that’s how it is. Mu Hanyan might actually fall for it then, the worry is whether she can identify it or not," Zhou Qi said.
"No need to worry about that. I’ve had people watching him these past few days, and apparently that playboy keeps running to the Nanyan Chamber of Comrce as if he has more money than he knows what to do with. The Nanyan Chamber of Comrce has been very prominent lately; even Qu Shanling, a well-known Treasure Appraiser, has been recruited under their banner. Once they get soone to verify it, there’s no way he won’t believe it," Fourth Miss Zhao said, confident of her sche.
"But what if the artifact’s authenticity is identified by soone?" Zhou Qi asked with concern.
"Don’t worry. I once heard my uncle Master evaluating the Star Divination Masters of our Anyun Country, and I’ve also heard of Qu Shanling’s reputation. According to my uncle Master, he’s just an old god with no real skill, and even his white hair is dyed. Although he has seen much and has so eye power, he doesn’t possess any real ability," Zhao Sinin said dismissively.
"Then I can rest easy," Zhou Qi said.
"Alright then, let’s get ready to make our move. This ti, we’ll make sure Mu Hanyan takes a big fall," Fourth Miss Zhao said excitedly.
Just thinking about Mu Hanyan’s misfortune got her blood boiling and her entire body feeling restless. It was a sha there were outsiders present; had she been at ho, she would’ve wished to strip off completely to cool down. Fourth Miss Zhao suddenly stiffened - what kind of strange impulse was this? Could she really be addicted to being tornted by Mu Hanyan? Tsk, nonsense! Absolutely impossible!
...
As soon as day broke, Mu Hanyan took Mu Nan and hurried to the Nanyan Chamber of Comrce.
She had already completed the last page of the Star Illusion Thousand chanism Technique. The Hand Formations that Qu Shanling devised before were already deduced; she was just one step away from achieving great success.
"Young Master, good morning," Qu Shanling who had woken up early greeted Mu Hanyan, sitting heavily in his armchair.
Despite vomiting blood for so many days and chewing on roast pork for just as long, he hadn’t lost weight but had actually grown fatter.
Qu Shanling was also a bit excited. As soon as the final Hand Formation was completed, he would have thoroughly unraveled the mysteries of the Star Illusion Thousand chanism Technique, solving his life and death crisis and eliminating any worries over his fate.
"Let’s get started," Mu Hanyan urged impatiently.
"Sure, just after I have a few more bites," Qu Shanling said as he took out a massive pork leg from his bosom, vigorously gnawed on it a few tis, then stuffed it back, wiping the grease from his hands; he then started demonstrating the Hand Formation.
Mu Hanyan and Mu Nan both had a troubled look. This habit of Qu the God-man, why was it so similar to Wenren Qingqiu’s? But others chew on chicken legs, while this man has a pork leg, is it really appropriate to stuff that in your bosom? And isn’t it uncomfortable? Besides, look at how it puffs up his chest, is that really fitting?
Qu Shanling continued with the Hand Formation, as usual, starting off smoothly, but as he progressed, he beca slower and more strained, his face growing paler until a mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out.
"Master," the two disciples called out again, though this ti clearly without the panic and confusion of before.
Mu Hanyan was right, vomiting blood wasn’t such a big deal, it could be restored by eating pork legs. The Master was nourished and glossy every day, and they had grown accustod to buying pork legs daily. Now, if a day passed without seeing the Master spit out so blood, they would feel uneasy, suspecting sothing might be wrong with his health.
Qu Shanling waved his hand, casually took out a roasted pork leg and took a few more bites, then continued with the Hand Formation. Then the cycle repeated: more blood vomited, more pork leg gnawed, another attempt at the Hand Formation, more blood, more gnawing...
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