Chapter 5, Breeding Manual

This fellow is quite carefree, showing no regard whatsoever

Shang Tianliang patted him on the shoulder, wearing an expression that seemed to say, "I understand, we are all men." He continued, "Isn't it just that he refuses to obediently submit to Lord Jiang? Lord Jiang is a person of the righteous path and values his reputation; I understand this point."

Encountering a delightful friend, spending lavishly is nothing out of the ordinary. Especially for Jiang Qingliu, being able to rise to the position of leader, regardless of his personal strength, is at least inseparable from the support of wealth

Shang Tianliang shook his head, while Jiang Qingliu took a deep breath: "Ten thousand taels?"

As she fell into Jiang Qingliu's arms like a boneless person, the one on the couch coughed lightly and said: "Ignorance. He has roamed the rivers and lakes for twelve years and is a leader among the prominent figures. Once he loses power, how can you two live in peace?"

Jiang Qingliu then realized the seriousness of the situation. He rummaged through the camphor wood box that Shang Tianliang had sent over. Fortunately, Shang Tianliang was not entirely unreliable. Inside the camphor wood box, there was a packet of flower seeds, a pillow-sized purple jade box filled with pills that glistened like pearls, and next to it lay a manual on animal husbandry

Who else could there be besides Hoshino Yukihiro

He sulkily fell silent

Jiang Qingliu remained silent, coldly staring at him. Finally, he coughed a few times and said: "Let's go, let's go, it's time to return."

The next day, Jiang Qingliu entered his room and saw that the food remained untouched on the small table. He frowned slightly and walked to the bedside, only to find that Bo Ye Jingxing's face was flushed, while his lips were pale. When he touched his forehead, it was burning hot.

Jiang Qingliu glanced at the person in the box, his lungs nearly bursting with anger. He still had to maintain his composure: "Patriarch, this matter is merely a misunderstanding. This person... this person... this person possesses the internal energy of the ninth layer of the Qingliu Remnant Image Divine Skill. After a year, once Qingliu has nurtured his meridians, there may be hope for the recovery of internal energy"

Yet, Shang Tianliang was there, full of self-satisfaction: "How about it? I can guarantee that throughout the entire martial arts world, you will not find a second item of such perfect quality."

In the quiet of the Gathering Hall, after a long pause, the clan leader Jiang Yintian finally spoke: "Qingliu, as members of the Jiang family, we must not indulge in pleasures. If this were to spread, what kind of reputation would we have?"

In the end, it was Doctor Ye who spoke the truth: "Lord Jiang, the pulse of this young lady is extremely peculiar, and a normal doctor cannot prescribe medicine. Since someone named Ye has said this in the city, you need not seek other doctors."

The entire Gathering Hall was enveloped in silence, and the leader of the Jiang Alliance appeared utterly bloodied.

He was about to boast, but Jiang Qingliu had already driven him out of the Juxian Hall: "Shang, Tian, Liang, I do not wish to see you within a year, nor do I want to hear a single word from you, understood?"

If Jiang Qingliu has the hope of restoring his martial arts skills, it would naturally be the best outcome. However, Jiang Qingliu is a cautious person; Shang Xin's implication is that within six months, his meridians could be well-nurtured, while he has given a timeframe of one year. Moreover, it is only a matter of "hope" for recovery.

Jiang Qingliu immediately turned his head and commanded: "Chui Xue, drive this madman out. From now on, he is not allowed to set foot in Chenbi Villa for even a single step!"

Dan Wanchan sat beside her, and Jiang Qingliu walked over to her side, gently holding her hand: "This person is still of use to me, so I must keep them for the time being. But do not think too much about it."

"Jiang Qingliu, what are you still saying about being the leader of the martial arts world? I curse your ancestors for eight generations..." Shang Tianliang shouted angrily outside. Jiang Qingliu, unable to bear it any longer, finally had Shan Wanchang give him ten thousand taels of silver. Shang Tianliang was still unwilling to leave, and it was only after the steward demonstrated the process for dealing with ruffians at the Chenbi Villa that he finally left, all the while threatening to blow up the damned broken villa, clutching the ten thousand taels of silver.

Each successor of the Jiang family undergoes fifteen years of secluded training, followed by ten years of practical experience. These foundations, connections, and reputation cannot be established overnight

Jiang Qingliu : ... ...

It is precisely because the direct line of the Jiang family has maintained an unshakable position in the martial world for many years that there are many members of the Jiang family engaged in commerce. Almost all the shops are managed by this direct line. Even the heroes of the green forest would not easily create difficulties for them

These clansmen, of course, frequently interact with one another

Damn it, he is ill

Shang Tianliang shook his head again, and Jiang Qingliu finally erupted: "Do you still want one hundred thousand taels?"

He found it somewhat strange: "Today is truly a day when the sun rises in the west."

Jiang Qingliu looked over and saw that the old man on the bed had awakened. He had been transformed by Shang Tianliang, and even his voice had become very soft and delicate. At that moment, he sat up in bed, exuding an air of fragility. Yet, what he said was piercingly direct: "You women, only concerned with your personal feelings for your children, are even willing to disregard your own lives. Hmph, I must say, I admire that."

In those years, Bo Ye Jingxing was the nightmare of many in the martial world. Although the Jiang family imprisoned him in a dungeon for thirty years, constantly feeding him longevity pills, they never easily humiliated him.

Look, he doesn't even have a son, let alone money

Jiang Qingliu's expression darkened; of course, Bo Yejinghang's words held some truth. However, he was aware that he owed Shan Wanchan a debt, and it was good enough to make her happy for a moment, so how could he bear to reveal the truth?

He immediately ordered people to search everywhere. Just after finishing his conversation with the steward, he suddenly noticed a corner of clothing protruding from behind the rockery. He walked over and saw a person curled up in the hole of the rockery.

Jiang Qingliu is utterly astonished

At this moment, Shang Tianliang let out a cold snort, seemingly disdainful of the need for these chivalrous individuals to find a grandiloquent justification for their actions. Jiang Qingliu was too lazy to argue with him: "Doctor Shang, could you tell me what you have been doing for over a month?"

Jiang Qingliu noticed that his face was pale, and he took it quite seriously. After all, his internal energy was within Bioye Jingxing, and logically, it should not be a problem to protect his body. He stepped forward to check Bioye Jingxing's pulse; the internal energy was still present, but his body felt somewhat cold, cool to the touch.

After finishing a meal, it was already past half of the hour of You. Jiang Qingliu returned to the small courtyard and saw that the dishes prepared by Bo Ye Jingxing were placed on the small table, untouched.

This matter cannot be left for Jiang Qingliu to burden the clan financially. Each branch of the Jiang family contributes a portion of silver to the branch of the clan leader every month to cover the expenses of the heir. In the martial world, no great hero would worry about spending money. The fundamental reason is that no great hero would allow others to perceive that he is troubled by financial matters

Shang Tianliang raised a finger, and Jiang Qingliu glanced at him: "One thousand taels?"

Jiang Qingliu, under the watchful eyes of the elders and relatives, pulled Shang Tianliang aside. He nearly ground his teeth in frustration: "Can you tell me, what exactly did you understand my intentions to be?"

Jiang Qingliu ordered someone to invite a doctor, but after inviting four or five, each one merely took the pulse and then dismissed with the remark to seek a more skilled practitioner. None of them prescribed any medicine.

His words were taken very seriously by Jiang Yintian. After all, for the Jiang family at this moment, the most important matter is not that Bo Ye Jingxing has escaped, but rather the heir.

He turned around, took a quilt from the wardrobe, and threw it to him, saying, "In consideration of your own strength: 'In this weather of four to five degrees, you really are too fragile to withstand the wind.'"

Do you understand your sister!

Jiang Qingliu himself does not have much money; he is merely twenty-seven years old. In the twelve years he has spent wandering the martial world, aside from diligently establishing his image as a righteous hero, his capabilities are truly limited to eliminating evil and safeguarding the way of literature.

At this moment, Jiang Qingliu was explaining to a group of relatives, while Shan Wanchan ordered someone to return the thin Ye Jingxing in the box to her own courtyard. An hour later, when Jiang Qingliu entered, the thin Ye Jingxing in the box was already sleeping on the couch

Jiang Qingliu finally spoke: "Bo Ye Jingxing, if there is a next time, I will surely kill you"

On a single evening, Wan Chan slightly pursed her red lips: "Husband, before Wan Chan entered the Jiang family, the matriarch of the Jiang family always taught Wan Chan how to be the wife of a martial arts leader." She had been married to Jiang Qingliu for several years, but they had not shared many heartfelt moments. At this moment, with a blushing face, she said: "But Wan Chan thinks, if husband truly lost his martial arts and returned to being an ordinary person, that would also be very good."

Jiang Qingliu sighed, his hands slightly clasped, the delicate five fingers in his palms soft as if boneless: "All these years, I have been running around tirelessly, thank you for your hard work. Now, it is just right to accompany you."

Dan Wanchan's expression was slightly dim, and her gaze towards Jiang Qingliu carried a hint of concern. Jiang Qingliu sighed and gently patted the back of her hand, saying, "Do not worry." He then turned to Bo Ye Jingxing, his eyes sharp and cold. Bo Ye Jingxing, understanding the situation, snorted and settled down under the blanket.

On that night, Chan's face bore a hint of a smile, enhancing her beauty even more: "Husband..."

Dinner was shared with Jiang Qingliu and Jiang Yintian along with others. The Jiang family is a prominent clan. There is a saying that prosperous families divide after five generations, but the Jiang family is an exception. All branches and the direct lineage here worship at the same ancestral temple, but they have different clan halls.

Shang Tianliang's nostrils point skyward, as if such achievements are beyond the comprehension of ordinary mortals: "I have already ground my bones and washed my marrow for her..."

After returning Dan Wanchan to her room, Jiang Qingliu came back in a fit of rage -- that old scoundrel actually escaped again

Moreover, her current appearance is so frail that it seems she could barely withstand a gust of wind

Now, with his delicate and charming appearance, Jiang Qingliu finds it difficult to act. He first escorted Shan Wanchan back to her room—although they have been married for many years, they have never lived together. The time they spend together each month requires precise calculations by several elders in the clan. In previous years, it was out of concern that Jiang Qingliu might become infatuated with women and be influenced by romantic feelings. In recent years, it has been to cultivate the most outstanding heir.

Bohyeo Jinghang sat on the bed wrapped in a blanket, her long hair cascading over one shoulder: "This room is so cold"

Bohyeo Jinghang nodded slightly, seemingly falling asleep again

Therefore, Jiang Qingliu is not particularly wealthy. With the expenditure of this ten thousand taels, he would have very little silver left. Although Dan Wanchan did not say anything, Jiang Qingliu offered it, and she had someone provide it to Shang Tianliang.

Shang Tianliang, in a fit of rage, exclaimed: "How can you still consider yourself the leader of the martial arts world? Do you not know that she is now..."

Bohong Jingxing continues to walk forward, not knowing whether he has been heard or not

He abruptly pulled her up, and Bo Ye Jingxing rubbed his hands together, chuckling dryly: "I didn't run away, I just came out... to admire the fish. Yes, admire the fish. Back in the day when I roamed the rivers and lakes, your father was still wearing split-crotch pants. Would I need to run away? Right?"

Jiang Qingliu raised his palm, and he immediately fell silent. Despite having lost all his internal energy, he was still the leader of the martial arts alliance. Even if he could not rely on internal energy and had to depend on techniques, Shang Tianliang would undoubtedly suffer losses.

Jiang Qingliu did not want to say much to him: "How much?"

Bai Ye Jingxing remained silent, wrapping the blanket around himself. As Jiang Qingliu walked out, he did not forget to remind: "Eat first, it is best for you to stay alive until I regain my internal energy"

Jiang Qingliu strode over and saw her huddled against the Taihu stone, appearing extremely weary. He initially intended to teach this old scoundrel a lesson, but being a person of the jianghu, he understood the value of recognizing a hero. The saying that one should appreciate heroes is not mere empty talk

Shang Tianliang's eyes gleamed: "Gold!"

Jiang Yintian let out a sigh of relief; having even a glimmer of hope is always a good thing