Bizarre Cultivation: Starting from Being Beaten Up by Reality

Chapter 45 Heavenly Venerable Law

Seeing that Dean Duanmu seemed to know Lin Fan, Clerk Jia was afraid that he might let something slip, so he quickly stepped forward to introduce them to each other.

"Dean Duanmu, this is Chen Wu, the head constable, from Anping Prefecture. Head Constable Chen, this is Duanmu Yu, the dean of Shenmu Academy, the best academy in Baishi County."

Duanmu Yu immediately understood and revealed a refined smile: "Officer Chen, it's a pleasure to meet you. I saw you once on the street before, but you were dressed in plain clothes, so I didn't recognize you at first."

Lin Fan casually replied, "I've long admired Dean Duanmu's name. Is the Dean here to teach dead people instead of staying at the academy?"

Duanmu Yu's face turned ashen, but fortunately, Registrar Jia came to her rescue, saying, "Dean Duanmu used to study under a famous doctor. Although his main expertise isn't in autopsies, his understanding of various poisoning symptoms far surpasses that of ordinary doctors. He's here to help us determine if these people died from poisoning."

Lin Fan narrowed his eyes slightly, already remembering the medicinal herbs in the academy.

"Alright, then Dean, please check carefully and make sure you don't miss anything. If you find any clues, please let us know immediately. I have other leads to investigate, so I must take my leave."

Lin Fan then left.

As Lin Fan passed by Mu Qingfeng, he waved and said, "Officer Mu, come along and help me investigate a clue."

With a bang, Lin Fan kicked open the door to Miao Zhuzi's room without any hesitation.

Miao Zhuzi had just taken off her clothes and was about to do a quick wash when Lin Fan barged in without saying hello, and her delicate eyebrows furrowed slightly.

She picked up a large Taoist robe from the side and draped it over her shoulders, barely covering her snow-white shoulders.

"Senior brother, what is it?"

Lin Fan reached behind him and drew the sword from Mu Qingfeng's waist, pointing it at Miao Zhuzi.

"Taoist nun, how much do you know about Master Wanshou's practice of taking people's hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys to make medicine? I now suspect that the destruction of the Ma family was done by your Linglong Temple."

Miao Zhuzi took a step forward to meet Lin Fan's blade, stopping only when the tip of the blade touched her snow-white neck.

Miaozhuzi's features were not particularly beautiful, but rather delicate, especially her large, sparkling eyes, which seemed to speak for themselves.

"Why do you ask this, Senior Brother? You are the inner disciple of Linglong Temple, and Master's personal disciple. If you don't know these things, how would I know?"

"Don't fucking call me senior brother. Your fourth senior brother had his heart ripped out by your master and is lying outside. Do you want me to go ask him?"

Lin Fan gritted his teeth, his anger seemingly about to erupt.

However, his eyes immediately regained their clarity, turning into a cold, emotionless killing intent.

Miao Zhuzi was taken aback: "I really don't know who Fourth Senior Brother is. He has never been to the temple, and not every disciple knows him."

Miao Zhuzi sighed and continued, "I was indeed sorry for what happened before, Senior Brother. If you want to take my life, I will not resist."

Her gaze softened as she looked at Lin Fan, and tears welled up in her eyes.

A flicker of hesitation crossed Lin Fan's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure: "What good would killing you do? Tell me everything you know."

"Why don't you tell me first, senior brother, what's the deal with Master taking people's hearts, livers, spleens, lungs, and kidneys? What did Master originally intend for you to do?"

Lin Fan stared intently into the other person's eyes. Miao Zhuzi's large, wet eyes showed no hesitation or evasion as she stared firmly at Lin Fan.

Lin Fan sighed. It seemed the other party was unaware of this, otherwise they wouldn't have stayed here any longer.

Lin Fan tossed the knife to Mu Qingfeng, then sat down on the ground and began to speak.

Miao Zhuzi pulled her Taoist robe tighter with both hands and sat opposite Lin Fan.

Lin Fan briefly explained the matter of the elixir of immortality. The so-called inner disciples were only five medicinal ingredients. Unfortunately, Lin Fan was a blunder; his liver aptitude was not good enough.

In the end, Yun Xiangzi and Daoist Wanshou turned against each other, killing one another to steal the treasure.

He tried to avoid his own affairs so that he wouldn't have to explain things that he could only do with the Soul-Suppressing Pearl.

“The secrets known to inner disciples are truly astounding. From the time you entered the sect to the time your master died, it was less than two days. I have been a disciple for six years, and what I know is far less than what you know,” Miaozhuzi said, hugging her shoulders.

"There's nothing to be happy about in this kind of thing. Fine, let's pretend you know nothing. So, do you think Master Wanshou killed Ma Er for the Seven Aperture Exquisite Heart?"

"What Senior Brother said is all correct, but with Master's methods, there should be many ways to kill Ma Er alone and take his heart. Why did he have to wipe out the entire Ma family?"

Lin Fan lowered his head and pondered for a moment: "Perhaps it's because Daoist Wanshou feels his time is near, so he's in a hurry?"

Miaozhu nodded without saying a word.

Lin Fan managed to explain the point, but he still felt it wasn't reasonable enough, so he frowned and pondered.

One hundred and thirty-one members of the Ma family died, all for a single heart?

Lin Fan suddenly raised his head, and Miao Zhuzi clearly saw his almost empty eyes.

"But everyone has to die eventually. Maybe we live just to die someday, so what difference does it make how we die or who dies?"

"Ha, even if the elixir of immortality is real, so what? People will still die if they are killed."

Lin Fan stared blankly upwards.

"Live as long as the heavens? Who would care about an ant with an infinite lifespan? An ant is always just an ant."

"What am I doing? What do these things have to do with me? I'm going to die anyway, and there's no guarantee that living will bring any good things."

At this point, a hint of emotion returned to Lin Fan's eyes. He immediately turned his back and made a gagging motion with his fingers down his throat.

With a "vomiting" sound, a smell different from the stench of a corpse, but equally unbearable, filled the small room.

"Senior brother, are you alright?" Miao Zhuzi asked hurriedly, disregarding her Taoist robe.

"Boss?" Mu Qingfeng also stepped forward to help Lin Fan.

"Don't come any closer, this is none of your business." Lin Fan said, quickly stuffing what he had vomited into his brand-new constable uniform.

Seeing this, Miaozhuzi took a step back, and Mu Qingfeng turned around and opened the door a little, hoping to let some air in.

Lin Fan's eyes became strange, with anger, pain, resentment, and joy taking turns on his face.

He was like a madman, laughing one moment, crying the next, and shouting the next, before finally calming down.

"Alright, let's continue." Lin Fan sat down opposite Miao Zhuzi as if nothing had happened.

Seeing Lin Fan's pale face, Miao Zhuzi unconsciously moved her body back a little.

"Senior brother, has your cultivation technique gone wrong? Would you like me to take a look? If you've done something wrong, I can perform a ritual for you."

"I'm fine, it has nothing to do with any of this," Lin Fan wiped his mouth. "I still can't believe what you just said. You've been with Wanshou for six years, there's no way he didn't pass on anything to you."

Miao Zhuzi shook her head. "Senior brother has only been a disciple for a short time and does not understand Taoism and its methods."

Miao Zhuzi held up three fingers: "Taoist methods are divided into three types: human methods, immortal methods, and celestial methods."

At this point, Miao Zhuzi looked at Mu Qingfeng, who immediately understood and cupped his hands in greeting to the two of them.

"Boss, I have other things to attend to, so I won't bother you any longer."

As she spoke, she unfastened her sword and handed it to Lin Fan, whispering in his ear, "Try not to cause any deaths; this place will be difficult to clean up."