I Can Use Myriad Divine Abilities-Chapter 124: Dragon Saliva Fragrant Jade

This "Blood Evil Palm" took Zhang Yuan by surprise.

Very few people carry martial arts manuals with them; in the past, when he had slain many martial artists, he had only obtained a "Rock Foundation Skill" manual.

The "Rock Foundation Skill" is one of the common basic cultivation techniques, not particularly precious.

But this "Blood Evil Palm" is obviously different; it should belong to the category of secret techniques!

Zhang Yuan did not forget the blood evil qi that erupted from the palm of the black-clad leader during their confrontation earlier.

With the tempest raging and the sky dim, he couldn’t afford to examine it closely, hurriedly packing up the loot.

As for the clothes left by the black-clad men, Zhang Yuan also collected them, stuffing them into the saddlebags of the mounts they had abandoned.

These horses were left behind by the villains.

He also searched the saddlebags.

But found nothing of value inside.

Untying the reins one by one, Zhang Yuan led the horses out of the wooden shed and slapped their rumps.

Neigh—

The horses, feeling the pain, immediately galloped into the storm.

Soon disappearing without a trace.

Just like that, Zhang Yuan released all the mounts of the ten or so black-clad men.

Taking away the last traces.

The blood on the ground was either diluted by the rain, absorbed into the earth, or washed away.

Carrying a package, Zhang Yuan returned to the Earth God Temple.

When he pushed open the temple door forcefully, everyone inside looked shocked, as if seeing an apparition.

Some martial artists even gripped their weapons!

But Zhang Yuan ignored all the strange looks, calmly closing the temple door again.

He leisurely returned to his original seat.

Drenched by the rain, what he wanted most now was to sit down by a fire.

The weak scholar who had been slapped unconscious by the black-clad leader had awakened and was being supported by his wife as he sat on the ground, half his face swollen and his eyes dull.

Obviously, he had never experienced the brutality of martial life, and now that he understood the severity, all his spirit had been crushed.

Seeing Zhang Yuan return, the weak scholar mustered his strength to stand up and bowed respectfully, saying, "Useless scholar Ji Haoran, grateful for the young hero’s life-saving grace!"

Zhang Yuan sat down and helped him up, saying, "Just lending a hand when seeing injustice, no need for thanks."

Zhang Yuan wasn’t fond of interfering in matters unnecessarily, nor was he a saint who showed kindness for no reason.

It was simply that the actions of the black-clad men earlier had been intolerable to him.

Thus, he resolutely intervened to solve the problem.

However, if the opponents had been extremely powerful, or there had been a tier-four True Qi martial artist among them.

Zhang Yuan would have acted prudently like others.

He took out a pack of wound healing medicine and handed it to the scholar named Ji Haoran, saying, "Half for external application, half for internal use, and the wound on your face will heal faster."

"Ashamed."

Ji Haoran received it with both hands, self-deprecating as he said, "A scholar is of little use, making the benefactor laugh."

Zhang Yuan smiled without speaking.

He had encountered very few scholars like Ji Haoran before.

The scholar reminded Zhang Yuan of Elder Master Chen, to whom he owed his learning.

This was one of the reasons he helped.

Meanwhile, Zhang Yuan felt somewhat curious.

It was clear from a glance that Ji Haoran came from a wealthy family.

For some reason, he traveled with a caravan, bringing his wife and young daughter without any guards.

Truly, ignorance is fearless!

Caravans, although paid,

couldn’t realistically be expected to stand against fierce bandits.

A monthly salary of just a few taels; why risk one’s life for others!

"Thank you, brother."

Timidly said the little girl, nestled in Ji Haoran’s arms.

Tear marks were still on her face, clearly distressed from before, with lingering fear in her eyes.

"It’s nothing."

Zhang Yuan comforted her, "The bad guys have been chased away by brother, you don’t need to be afraid anymore."

His voice wasn’t loud.

But many in the temple heard it clearly, and collectively, they sighed with relief.

"This person is truly formidable, actually driving them away."

A young escort from the Fuyuan Escort Agency said in admiration upon hearing this.

He leaned in to ask Lin Zhenbei beside him, "Dad, can you tell which school he’s from?"

The young escort wanted to help earlier.

But Lin Zhenbei had firmly held him back.

Lin Zhenbei glanced at his foolish son, sighing inwardly.

He softly replied, "I am not sure either."

Drive away?

Earlier, in the temple, Zhang Yuan had already frightened the black-clad men away.

If it was just to drive them off, why chase them outside!

Lin Zhenbei, well-traveled in the escort trade, had sharper eyes than his skills.

He could tell at a glance that Zhang Yuan had returned after killing!

There were about ten black-clad men, while Zhang Yuan was alone, yet he was unharmed.

Though Lin Zhenbei didn’t know what happened outside.

Thinking on it was terrifying!

Nonetheless, Lin Zhenbei was no fool; he wouldn’t expose this just to feel important.

So he got by with a vague response to his son’s inquiry, "In future encounters, don’t be impulsive, observe and think more."

The young escort lowered his head dejectedly.

And couldn’t help but sneak a glance at Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan seemed younger than him but was much stronger!

"Ping Zhi."

Lin Zhenbei suddenly said, "Take some firewood to the young hero."

The young escort was momentarily stunned, then understood.

He quickly picked up the dry wood beside him and went over to Zhang Yuan.

Zhang Yuan was slightly surprised.

But his previously set fire had almost burned out, so he didn’t decline the kind offer, "Thank you."

Zhang Yuan didn’t pay much attention to the somewhat embarrassed young escort, instead looking toward Lin Zhenbei.

Lin Zhenbei noticed and nodded at Zhang Yuan with a smile.

Zhang Yuan nodded back in acknowledgment.

"Benefactor."

Just as Zhang Yuan prepared to warm himself by the fire, Ji Haoran presented a jade-white Peace Token with both hands, saying, "For saving my life, there’s nothing adequate to repay the favor. This Dragon Saliva Fragrant Jade is an heirloom; please accept it!"

Dragon Saliva Fragrant Jade!

A small commotion erupted in the temple, with many people looking surprised.

Dragon Saliva Fragrance is an extremely precious incense, more valuable than gold of the same weight by far.

Only the wealthy can afford it.

And Dragon Saliva Fragrant Jade is the best among them, a priceless treasure.

Though the piece Ji Haoran held was small.

Its value is at least several thousand taels!

The key is, such a thing is hard to buy even with money, often kept as an heirloom.

Zhang Yuan had never seen Dragon Saliva Fragrant Jade before.

But he had read about it in some books and knew its worth naturally.

To be honest, top-tier luxury items like this weren’t useful to Zhang Yuan.

But seeing Ji Haoran’s determined gratitude.

He thought for a moment and took it.

"Well, we’re even then."