Xiangzi's Record of Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 136: The Visit

The Wind Justice Courtyard, tasked with overseeing the hall’s martial artists, was the most prestigious of Baolin’s five courtyards. Unlike Four Seas Courtyard disciples, who braved the elements, or Martial Transmission Courtyard disciples, who spent their cultivation time training juniors, Wind Justice disciples stayed under the hall’s eaves, earning merits without facing storms, with ample time to cultivate. Naturally, it was the top choice for inner and outer disciples.Its standards were strict—ordinary disciples needed ninth-grade peak, while deacons required eighth-grade Muscle-Strengthening Realm. Rumor had it the current middle-aged courtyard master was the old hall master’s prized disciple, post-Lin Junqing’s fall. Thus, Wind Justice disciples carried themselves loftily, rarely humoring peers.

So, Zhao Mu and Xiangzi were awkwardly barred at the courtyard gate.

Zhao Mu’s smile was strained. Despite his pleas, the two black-robed gatekeepers wouldn’t budge. “Junior Brother Zhao, you’re from the five courtyards—you know the rules. Don’t make this hard,” one said, forcing a smile and clasping his fists.

Zhao Mu gave an embarrassed laugh, about to speak, when a bear-like figure ambled over, hands behind his neck, yawning. “Boring… . Where to hunt a demon beast today? A fish demon? Or a stroll in Great Green Ridge?”he kid’s crazed, hands and feet bound. Hundred Herbs checked last night—his blood energy’s weak, too damaged by the Five Ores Powder. His mind’s gone.”

“Open the door.”

With a of the bolt, the door creaked open. Xiangzi’s gaze fell on a wooden box on a nearby table, holding an open cloth sack with gleaming silver dollars—seized from Lu Qi’s room.

“Senior Brother, may I see?” With permission, Xiangzi picked up a coin. Under the dim candlelight, the old dynasty’s mint-crafted silver dollar was exquisite, its patterns vivid. Tilting it, faint engravings appeared in the shifting light.

Xiangzi’s eyes sharpened, pondering, before setting it down.

A sudden cry rang out. “This… this kid’s dead?”

“Senior Brother, I checked last night—his hands and feet were bound!”

The room froze in shock.