The Crazy Son-In-Law

“I’ve only heard a folk tale about it, I don’t know what kind of disease it can cure,” Xiao Shun shrugged.

“I don’t know either, that’s why I brought it for you to have a look.”

“Well, I have some connections in the traditional medicine community, I’ll inquire about it. But don’t get your hopes up. If you don’t know what it does, I doubt anyone else does,” Wang Ye said.

“Don’t flatter me,” Xiao Shun chuckled.

There were many rare ancient medical books in his master’s storeroom. He had read many of them growing up on the mountain, but he couldn’t possibly have read them all.

Maybe he should take some time to go back to the mountain, but finding what he needed among those many medical books might take some time.

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Stillwater was surrounded by mountains on three sides. Standing in the city, one could see the rolling hills in the distance, protecting Stillwater like a dancing dragon.

Around noon, a figure darted through the dense forest on the western side of the mountain like a ghost. That figure was, of course, Xiao Shun.

Xiao Shun had spent some time playing chess with Wang Ye at Bamboo Garden, then had lunch together before he left Bamboo Garden and headed straight for the mountains.

“Asceticism is like rowing upstream; if you don’t advance, you retreat. Just a short run and I’m already out of breath. It seems I haven’t taken the time to practice in a long time. I need to find some time to do some serious work,” he murmured, panting heavily and collapsing under an old pine tree, his face flushed and sweat pouring from his brow.

It wasn’t that his cultivation was too shallow, but mainly because he had been injured a few days ago and hadn’t fully recovered yet.

After resting for a few minutes, he got up and made his way to the top of the mountain at a slower pace.

A dilapidated temple sat at the top, undisturbed by development, making it difficult to reach. Few people came up to offer incense, leaving it particularly desolate.

This was where Xiao Shun’s master had ostensibly practiced earlier.

Standing at the entrance, one could feel the countless years it had weathered. The mottled stone walls, the old and thick solid wood door with its cracked red paint split into countless small pieces, and large patches had peeled off, exposing the dried wood grain beneath.

Pushing open the wooden door, the small temple was laid bare.

What met his eyes was a three-room stone house with a tiled roof. His master had wandered the four seas, and Xiao Shun had returned to Stillwater, leaving no one to tend to the place.

Xiao Shun walked around the temple and found it covered in dust.

He sighed softly, walked into the middle room of the temple, and casually offered a few prayers before moving behind the statue.

Passing through an archway at the back, an open semicircular area appeared before him.

At the edge of the open area was a rusted iron fence to prevent accidental falls, as it was a cliff with clouds and mists swirling beneath.

Xiao Shun stood at the edge of the cliff, looked around, and then jumped off.

This was the fog array set up by his master, and no one would be foolish enough to jump off here. Of course, this did not apply to those who deliberately came here to end their lives.

Even if someone did jump into the big fog array, it wouldn’t matter, as the prohibitions within were not something an ordinary person could break.

The wind whistled in his ears, and the scenery from all directions swept past his eyes.

The fog gradually dispersed, and a series of bizarre and disjointed images flashed past his eyes, making his head spin.

Feeling dizzy, he couldn’t help but close his eyes. Soon, his body felt as if it had fallen into a marshmallow. The moment he opened his eyes, his toes had already touched the ground.

The sweet scent of grass and trees, the beautiful lakes and mountains, the small bridge over the running stream, it was a world of its own, a paradise on earth.

Not far away, nestled amongst the lush and verdant bamboo forest, was a small wooden house, the place where Xiao Shun and Monk Muyan used to live and practice.

This place was indeed a paradise on earth, but being there alone made it seem too lonely. Xiao Shun loved it here but couldn’t let go of the worldly matters. The old saying “you can’t have your cake and eat it too” seemed fitting.

He walked through several barriers that shielded the courtyard from the outside world and soon arrived in the courtyard.

Memories of his time with his master quickly flashed through his mind. He smiled lightly, wondering where the old man was now, whether he was dead or alive.

Setting aside his stray thoughts, he walked into the small house, familiarly went up to the second floor, and pushed open one of the wooden doors.

This was Monk Muyan’s storeroom, filled with all sorts of treasures and rare calligraphy and paintings. The storeroom was protected by his master’s magic formation, so he wasn’t worried about the items being damaged by humidity.

Xiao Shun thought about selling these things if he ever ran out of money. Each item would probably astound the world if put on display.

He didn’t know if the old man would be angry, but if he took too many, the old man would certainly find out when he came back. Taking three or five items should not be a problem.

As he looked around the room full of treasures, he stroked his chin and thought.

Through the cluttered storeroom, there was a side door leading to a bookcase.

More than a dozen rows of bookshelves held books from various eras, from bamboo slips to modern paper books. They contained not only cultivation methods but also many medical books.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Looking at the shelves full of medical books, Xiao Shun couldn’t help but feel a headache. How easy would it be to find the effects of Dark Roses recorded in so many books? It seemed impossible without several days of effort, and he didn’t even know if such books existed. With no other options, he could only give it a try. Perhaps he would be lucky and find it right at the start.

The reason why Xiao Shun was so anxious to know the effects of Dark Roses was due to Wang Ye’s illness. Although he was not sure if this herb could help the Wang family, roses were known as fairy grass or spirit grass. Dark Roses were even rarer than ordinary roses. The rarer the thing, the more valuable it was, this rule applied universally. Even if it didn’t have the effect to help the Wang family, it certainly was no ordinary thing. It might even help him improve his cultivation level. With these thoughts in mind, he no longer hesitated and started looking through the books one by one.

Meanwhile, in Harrow, a sky-blue Bentley slowly stopped in front of the Wei family mansion. The car door opened, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes stepped out. Then, a young woman with a powerful aura emerged, dressed in a well-tailored black professional suit. Her hair was tied behind her head, revealing a long, clean, swan-like neck. Her makeup was delicate, with black glasses resting on her straight nose, and she appeared calm and efficient.

Wei Wen Dong greeted her with a smile, “Zi Nuo, how has your mother been recently?”

The young woman, Zi Nuo, smiled, “Thank you for your concern, my mother is well.”

Wei Wen Dong laughed, “That’s good. Come home, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen you. The last time I saw you, you were still in high school, and now you’ve grown into a young lady.”