Chapter 10 Spirit Rice
【The Book of Heaven, creates new destiny.】

As Chu Wujiang thought about it, the Heavenly Book began to shake.

Through the contact of the palms, the luck on Ruimu was sucked away.

These fortunes flowed along Chu Wujiang's arm, into the sea of ​​consciousness between his eyebrows, and condensed into a white seed in the world of heavenly book.

Finally, the white seed shot into the sky.

boom!
A white star lit up in the dark sky.

Chu Wujiang gazed at the world of heavenly books and looked towards the star, and words appeared on the star.

[Special Fragrance (White)]: [Naturally special fragrance that can make the opposite sex happy, generate goodwill, and even trigger a desire to protect. ]

What is this?
Chu Wujiang felt a mouthful of blood rushing to his heart, and he felt some changes happening in his body.

His current luck is as follows:

[Book Owner: Chu Wujiang]

[Body and Mind: Natural Warrior (blue), Spiritual Beauty (white), Hidden Dragon in the Abyss (white), Strange Fragrance (white)]

Compared to Wu Gu Tiancheng, the power of this strange fragrance can be said to be useless.

You can't rely on this to find a rich woman and live off her.

Chu Wujiang thought helplessly.

The old butler standing by saw that the young master was sometimes happy and sometimes silent, and seemed to have a misunderstanding, so he said:

"My Lord, are you worried about the marriage?"

"Lu Youlan, the daughter of Marquis Jingping, is known as [Orchid of the Valley] in the Biluo Immortal Palace and has made it to the Young Phoenix Ranking."

"If you can cultivate to the Yuan Dan realm, it might be a good marriage."

"I have already checked. Chu Zhiyuan, the villain, does have some connection with the Marquis of Zhenhai."

Only when the head family is in a weak position will they worry about the father-in-law becoming the last one to leave the family.

As long as Chu Wujiang's strength increases, the risk will also decrease.

What's more, the Chu family only has one son left, so the old housekeeper is naturally concerned about his lifelong affairs.

Chu Wujiang shook his head and smiled, bringing the topic back:
"Let Uncle Fu worry about it. There's no rush for marriage."

"Two years later, I may not be interested in marrying into the Marquis of Jingping's mansion."

How can we not be in a hurry?

The old butler looked at his son helplessly. He wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Chu Wujiang:
"Compared to the marriage, I am more worried that the Zhenhai Marquisate will take risks."

"If it were me, I would send an expert to behead him to prevent future troubles."

"In Uncle Fu's opinion, if the Marquis of Zhenhai comes in person, what are our chances of winning?"

Assuming the two families successfully marry, the cousin will have no share of the property.

The Jingping Marquis' Mansion can afford to wait, but the Zhenhai Marquis' Mansion may not be able to wait.

Chu Wujiang must be wary of the enemy using the most extreme means.

The old butler pondered and said:
"Marquis Zhenhai is a master of the first-class master level. He once killed a demon beast of the Yuanling level in the sea. This old servant is not as good as him."

"If I, this old slave, guard the mansion and cooperate with the precious weapons and formations, maybe I can fight against one or two of them."

What this means is that if the other party is willing to pay a certain price, the Chu Mansion cannot stop it.

When Chu Wujiang heard this, he roughly understood the old butler's strength.

He was definitely not as strong as Marquis Zhenhai and Marquis Jingping, but they couldn't kill the old butler easily.

That’s why the Chu family has been able to remain stable until now.

Chu Wujiang nodded and said:
"Uncle Fu, prepare a secret room for me. The dormitories will be randomly rotated every day."

"We can't leave any chance for the Marquis of Zhenhai."

The houses of high-ranking officials are usually built very large, so even if the assassin does not have sufficient intelligence, he may not be able to find where the person is.

The old butler quickly saluted and said:

"Yes, son."

"The old slave will order twenty rooms to be cleaned and a dummy to be prepared as a substitute."

"Keep the illusion of a routine every night and set a trap!"

"Even if Marquis Jinghai comes in person, he will break a few teeth."

No matter how weak the Chu family is, they are not fat pigs that can be slaughtered at will, and the number of death warriors and guards in the mansion is still sufficient.

Chu Wujiang then breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile:
"As long as Uncle Fu is here, I have nothing to worry about."

Gollum~
My stomach makes a rumbling sound like a drum.

Chu Wujiang's face turned red.

He had not eaten a single grain of rice since this morning. He had to practice martial arts and scheme with the young marquis, so his stomach was already empty.

The old housekeeper quickly gave orders, asking the maids to bring the dishes, and said with a smile:

"Don't worry, sir. I was in a hurry last night and failed to steam the spiritual rice properly."

"I have already ordered people to prepare the medicinal food, which will be available for the young master to enjoy at any time."

Spiritual rice? Chu Wujiang was still wondering, but the maids had already served delicious dishes to the table.

The aroma is tangy.

Chu Wujiang was not polite either. He took two mouthfuls of rice first, and his eyes immediately became different.

The rice grains in this bowl are crystal clear, with a delicate and chewy texture.

He had never eaten such good rice in his past life or this life. The moment he put it in his mouth, a surge of internal energy surged in his body.

When the body is strong, the energy will overflow naturally.

This is the internal energy that can only be generated after great physical training.

Now he can get it by eating a mouthful of rice?

These internal energies nourished his body, making Chu Wujiang look incredible.

The old butler explained:

"Due to the limitations of your previous fate, you cannot bear the effects of spiritual rice and can only eat ordinary rice."

"From now on, I will ask the kitchen to use spiritual rice to cook."

Chu Wujiang nodded. He didn't have time to speak and just focused on eating.

The meal he had last night was first-rate. Even in his previous life, he had only tasted it once or twice at the most high-end business banquets.

But now he was eating carefully prepared medicinal food.

A bowl of fragrant health-preserving soup is made with a century-old turtle, steamed with precious medicinal materials such as century-old ginseng, angelica, and ganoderma lucidum, exuding a charming medicinal aroma.

This bowl of medicinal soup is equivalent to all the belongings of a middle-class family and is like a panacea.

Chu Wujiang drank it all in one gulp, his blood boiling.

Lingmi cooked the health-preserving soup, and he ate bowl after bowl of it until his stomach was full.

The air is filled with the smell of happiness.

His body quickly digested the magical rice and medicinal food, and the blood transfusion process began.

It won’t be long before Chu Wujiang will have mastered the art of body building.

Combined with the Qianyuan Pill and the Dragon and Tiger Pill sent by the Marquis of Jingping's Mansion, it is not impossible to break into the Yuantai Realm in one breath.

Chu Wujiang let out a long sigh, looked at the mess of cups and plates on the table, and the smiling faces of the maids, and quickly changed the subject:
"Uncle Fu, this spiritual rice is really magical."

"I wonder how many more are there in the house?"

The old butler whispered:
"If you want to eat, there is enough."

Chu Wujiang seemed to see the housekeeper's difficulty in speaking, and asked quickly:
"Uncle Fu, I want to know the situation at home."

The old butler took a deep breath and said:
"This magical rice must be obtained from good farmland. Good farmland that can grow a thousand kilograms of rice can only produce ten kilograms of magical rice."

"Originally, we planted a lot of them, but we sold them all for money."

"Today's spiritual rice was urgently sent by Lord Xiao."

"The foundation of the mansion is still there, and we will be able to recover after the autumn harvest."

"The servants from all parties have no complaints and are willing to support you, young master."

Sent by my uncle.

Chu Wujiang felt warm in his heart.

The Chu family has really become poor, and there is not enough spiritual rice.

Originally, the Chu family would give some spiritual rice to their servants when they trained them. This was where the Chu family was far superior to other noble families.

Therefore, they are willing to accept some hardship on their subordinates.

But only temporarily.

If the family business collapses and wages are not paid for a long time, loyal subordinates will also turn bad.

Only by improving our strength as quickly as possible can we protect this foundation.

Thinking of this, Chu Wujiang, with the help of his maid, found a training room to meditate, closed his eyes and rested his mind, while practicing the "Xuangui Wanshou Sutra".

The Chu family's mental method is authentic in the Xuanmen sense and can nourish qi and maintain health, so it is rated as a top-grade Xuan level method.

Chu Wujiang sat cross-legged with his body straight, his hands gently clasped in front of his chest, and his eyes closed, concentrating.

The spiritual rice in the body turns into essence, and the medicinal power of the health-preserving soup permeates.

A weak but tenacious stream of air circulated in his body, like a dragon or snake moving through his meridians.

Chu Wujiang's breathing became deep and even, and his blood circulated like the pulse of the earth.

He seemed to have transformed into a black tortoise, carrying the years on his back, as peaceful as the earth.

I don't know how long it took, but suddenly I heard an inexplicable call:

"My child, my child..."

The voice was very gentle, like a mother's soothing voice, making people drowsy and sleepy.

Who is speaking!

Chu Wujiang was startled. He opened his eyes and found himself wrapped in a warm swaddling cloth, held in his mother's arms.

(End of this chapter)