Celestial Master： I Have an Otherworld-Chapter 235 - 83: Five Ghosts Transport (Part 3)

"Brother Luo, no need to be so polite," Fang Zheng shook his head:

"There’s no need for formalities between us. Since I happened to be here and witnessed the situation, I naturally couldn’t stand by without intervening. Unfortunately... I was still a step too late."

As he spoke, he glanced back.

Before his arrival, two people in the courtyard were already dead, and Madam Luo had been stabbed, her face ashen.

"Alas!"

Chief Luo sighed lightly:

"I am already content!"

If Fang Zheng hadn’t arrived in time, no one here would have survived; his entire family... would have perished together.

"By the way..."

He hesitated for a moment, then asked:

"Young Master Fang, could it be that your cultivation base has already reached Three Blood Perfection?"

"Yes," Fang Zheng nodded

"By sheer luck."

He had indeed achieved Three Blood Perfection, and had even progressed further.

"Just as I thought!"

Chief Luo’s eyes lit up, his face showing amazement:

"Young Master Fang is naturally gifted. To have such a cultivation base at such a young age and to comprehend the True Meaning of Martial Arts, achieving True Qi is just a matter of time."

He hadn’t realized Fang Zheng had already achieved True Qi, nor did he consider it, given how recently Fang Zheng had achieved Three Blood Perfection.

Three Blood Perfection, Martial Dao Will, along with some warlock techniques, were already astonishing enough.

"Chief Luo praises me too much,"

Fang Zheng waved his hand:

"There was quite a commotion just now, and it’s not suitable to stay here long. What do you plan to do next, Chief Luo?"

"This..." Chief Luo pondered for a moment, then walked into the crowd, bringing over a plump woman holding a baby:

"Young Master Fang, you mentioned a few days ago you needed a wet nurse. My wife’s younger sister, Xiao Rong, has plenty of milk and would be perfect. Why not let her come along?"

"Very well," Fang Zheng nodded:

"Thank you, madam."

The woman named Xiao Rong was clearly very shy. Upon hearing this, she curtsied, not daring to meet Fang Zheng’s eyes, and whispered like a mosquito:

"Thank you, Young Master Fang, for taking me in."

"I... I will definitely make sure Young Master Fang’s child gets milk, even if my own child goes hungry, I won’t let Young Master Fang’s child starve."

"Don’t speak nonsense," Chief Luo hurriedly explained:

"Young Master Fang isn’t married, how could he have a child? Young Master Fang is kind-hearted, he found a child and is looking for someone to care for it."

He then turned to Fang Zheng:

"Young Master Fang, Xiao Rong has plenty of milk, there will be no problem."

Fang Zheng instinctively looked over.

Hmm...

Indeed, quite full!

Feeding two children should be no problem.

"Young Master Fang." Chief Luo continued:

"I’ve been there, taking care of a child is not easy. Someone is needed both day and night. Why not let my daughter, Ru’er, go along?"

"Ru’er can help take care of the child and is also skilled at washing and cooking."

He looked at him with hopeful eyes.

The Fang Mansion was one of the few safe places in the city.

With Anxi Army soldiers stationed there, no one dared cause trouble, and Fang Zheng himself was a master, trusted by the Households Commander, providing a secure residence.

Being able to place his daughter there gave him one less worry.

Madam Luo pressed her wound, her whimpering stopped. She finally understood her husband’s intentions, feeling anxious as she awaited their response.

"..."

Fang Zheng looked at the pleading Chief Luo and his wife, then at the little girl whose face was constantly changing, and slowly nodded:

"Alright."

"Thank you!" Chief Luo’s body trembled with excitement, repeatedly saying:

"Thank you, Young Master Fang."

"Xiao Ru, come meet Young Master Fang."

"Luo Ru." The girl stepped forward, curtsied, and said:

"Greetings, Young Master Fang."

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The world is ever-changing and unpredictable.

Fang Zheng stood with his hands behind his back at the door, gazing at the darkening sky, letting his mind go blank as countless thoughts emerged and dissipated in his Sea of Consciousness.

The city was in chaos.

Even the Government Office’s Chief of Police couldn’t ensure his own safety.

But he...

In this whirlpool of chaos, he found a place of stability, able to shelter others and calmly observe the outside world.

Meanwhile.

Thanks to the goodwill from Households Commander Ming and Hundred Households Commander Kong’s admiration for Miss Jin Shu, they now occupied the entire backyard.

No longer needing to fence off three narrow rooms.

Life,

was becoming more comfortable.

"Master,"

Wu Hai appeared behind him at some point, whispering:

"There isn’t much grain left in the mansion."

"Hmm."

Fang Zheng regained his focus:

"I’ll go fetch some more."

Wu Hai looked up.

He was very puzzled as to how the master always returned with full loads. Nowadays, the price of grain was skyrocketing daily.

Master,

where did he find so much quality grain?

......

North City.

Fang Zheng, familiar with the route, arrived at the back of a low courtyard. After ensuring no one was around, he took out the Five Ghosts’ Pouch and gave it a light shake.

"Ooo..."

A gust of cold wind rose, swirling up the dust on the ground.

The extreme chilliness even caused a layer of frost to form on the surrounding soil.

"Go!"

Fang Zheng pointed his finger at a small window in front of him:

"Five Ghosts Transport, swift!"

The ghost bodies of five Resentful Souls trembled slightly, then turned into wisps of green smoke and slipped through the small window, no bigger than two palms, entering the interior.

Before long.

A wisp of green smoke returned through the window, bringing with it a string of refined rice.

The grain and flour were enveloped by the Resentful Souls, forming a ’conveyor belt’, flying out from some hidden warehouse and falling into Fang Zheng’s open bag.

"Hmm..."

"Does this make me a gentleman thief?"

Watching the two bags fill up visibly, Fang Zheng pondered, then smiled indifferently:

"It doesn’t matter anymore."

"These grain merchants have hoarded grain and raised prices, their hearts are already darkened. I’m just taking some grain for the people’s welfare, so what’s the harm?"

Once the bags were full, he skillfully tied them off with a rope.

Just as he was about to carry the grain away, his eyes flickered and he quickly shrank into a corner.

"Bang!"

A loud noise came from not far away. Several figures crashed through a wall, rushing into a pile of rubble, the scattered Powerful Qi stirring up layers of dirt.

Martial Artists?

Households Commander Ming?

The scene before his eyes made Fang Zheng’s eyes narrow, and he retreated further back.