Chapter 8: Besieged on All Sides

  Yesterday I modified the sub-volume, and suddenly the background said I had modified too much... asking me to contact the editor.

  At the mention of this, Old Master Ye became even more furious and scolded: "You little rabbit, can't I afford to give you money or what? Last time we agreed that you would sell me the medicinal herbs, but you actually sold them to someone else..."

  "I was afraid you wouldn't be able to use these medicinal materials..." Wen Fei hastily defended himself, "Those were all brought back by me from Tibet, Qinghai and Gansu, they're all precious medicinal materials..."

  "How did you know I wouldn't use it? Are those all there are?" asked Ye Lao Daifu.

  "Angelica, red flower, honey wax, Bupleurum, antelope...". Wen Fei almost blurted out the word "antelope horn".

  "Who told you I wouldn't be able to use it, you're just afraid that the price I'll give you will be too low, aren't you? Let me tell you, I'm not short of money!" Doctor Ye shouted.

  "That's it, that's it! Next time I'll definitely send it over to you!" Wen Fei nodded and bowed, with the same demeanor as a traitor in front of the devils back in the day.

  "This is just about right, I'm telling you. Magic can't be used recklessly, it's too exhausting for the spirit. Those who study magic rarely end up well, either they die young or their later years are bleak and lonely, without children... And their luck is especially bad... " Ye Lao Daifu scolded Wen Fei: "Human survival relies on a single breath, that breath is yang energy. Those who study magic often release their yang energy recklessly, wasting it away. They will definitely die young, or even if they don't die, they'll be neither human nor ghost. Wanting to have children and grandchildren is difficult, and with a weak yang energy, their luck follows suit. Even if you earn a lot of money, you won't be able to keep it..."

  Wen Fei was shocked to hear this, and indeed, it is a common problem among those who practice folk magic. They all consume too much spiritual energy, with a strong yin energy and weak yang energy, which leads to such consequences. And Chen Zheng is that kind of person, born with strong yin energy and weak yang energy.

  Sincere thanks to Old Master Ye, Wen Fei felt a thousand emotions in his heart. No wonder Chen Niwan repeatedly reminded himself that although the technique needs to be practiced, the most important thing is to practice the Five Qi 朝元 Gong, cultivating the original energy. It turns out that the key lies here.

  After so many days of careful study, Wen Fei finally confirmed that the Taoist scriptures collected by Old Man Chen were not passed down from Wudang Mountain. They were all folk Taoist scriptures and talismans that circulated among the people. Most of them were for driving out evil spirits and treating illnesses, and many of them were derived from "Wan Fa Gui Zong". It seemed that they were all collected by Old Man Chen after he came down from the mountain.

  While "The Return of the Tao" is indeed a scripture of the Thunderclap Sect's Thunder Method, no wonder it's said that the Thunder Method is the greatest technique in all of Daoism! Even folk magic has been deeply influenced by it. However, as for the core secrets of the Thunder Method, nobody knows them.

  Many people may not know what "The Return of the Secular World" is, but if you're a bit older, you'll remember that it was sold on street stalls back in the day, and the frequency of seeing this book was almost as common as a calendar! You can imagine how widespread it was.

  These spells may not be earth-shattering grand magic, but they are all quite practical.

  It had been several days, and Wen Fei went to buy another container truck. It wasn't that Wen Fei didn't want to buy a large truck. Most of the things he carried couldn't be seen by people, so it was impossible to use a semi-trailer to pull them. At least there had to be a carriage in the back. He wanted to buy a container, but this thing was too much trouble, and such a big truck wasn't something that could be driven with just a C license, let alone Wen Fei didn't even have a driver's license. So after asking around, he felt it was too troublesome, and it seemed like the only option was to go for container cargo! Moreover, containers were too large, and on the kind of broken roads in ancient times, they were too easy to overturn.

  It's not worth troubling Huang Sheng with such a small matter, and it would be easy to be looked down upon. Wen Fei was thinking about whether he should start a company or something, with a large group of younger brothers under him who could help him deal with these messy things.

  However, Wen Fei was clueless about starting a company. It's not easy to start one. Starting a company is easy, but the hard part is that there are no hands to manage it. As for Wen Fei himself, he had neither interest nor energy to manage a company. So this matter was temporarily shelved.

  He went to buy a second-hand car again, which was also a cargo van. This time, Wen Fei had the car heavily modified, not only did he overhaul the entire engine, but also welded several steel plates onto the body of the car, making it look like a tank. In total, the cost of the modifications added up to be even more expensive than buying a new car.

  "Whoosh...whoosh..." Along with the familiar ripples in the air, Wen Fei had just appeared when he heard the whooshing sounds. Then came a series of clangs, which were the arrows shooting at the car and being deflected back.

  Isn't this the wrong place? Wen Fei was a bit stunned, delayed for several days, and the whole Luoma Market had changed. The original various barbarian tribes had all disappeared, and instead became a battlefield.

  On one side were the Song army, clad in dark red robes, who had set up a temporary camp in the direction of the original Zhang family encampment. On the other side, however, was a chaotic mess of countless tents, all shapes and sizes, seemingly belonging to many different tribes, united in their joint attack on the Song army's camp.

  Wen Fei didn't even have time to figure out what was happening, and he found himself surrounded. As soon as he appeared, a rain of feathered arrows came pouring down on him.

  At this time, Wen Fei's foresight was revealed. The entire cargo box had been reinforced with steel plates. Last time, the rear cargo boxes were pierced by arrows and had several holes in them. After all, the so-called cargo boxes were just thin iron sheets. But this time, Wen Fei had welded a layer of thin steel plate inside, especially the driver's cab had undergone special design, even the windows had been replaced with tempered glass.

  At that time, the people in the repair factory still thought Wen Fei was a madman. When others modified their cars, they would at least bring a good car to be modified. No one had ever seen anyone modify a truck to such an extent. But Wen Fei had money and was now an old customer. Those people called Wen Fei a fool behind his back, but still followed his standards to get it done.

  At this time, you can see the results, the arrow branches fall on the glass like rain, making a "ding" sound, and cannot be shot in.

  Just a few dozen miles away, Ye Li's cold and stern gaze looked at the motionless carriage in the rain of arrows, and asked in a cold voice: "Is this the wizard you mentioned? Indeed, he can drive such an iron car.

  The person being questioned was sweating profusely, and if Bunbu were there, he would have recognized that this person had a past connection with him, but it turned out to be the son of Ishibashi's clan leader, Ishibashi no Kaito, who had fought with Kawabe on that day.

  Wen Fei became obsessed with studying as soon as he started.

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