Fujiwara Keiaki patiently explained, "It's a special creature, not harmful, but capable of tracking ninjas, especially sensitive to ninja-specific poisons, with a detection range of about one kilometer."

Xiao Feng looked at Zhao Guo'an, who, after a moment of contemplation, nodded slightly, as if acknowledging Fujiwara Keiaki's statement.

Zhao Guo'an's methods of raising five poisons were actually inspired by the raising of gu, understanding that such a magical creature indeed exists.

So the answer is quite obvious.

Fujiwara Keiaki indeed came looking for Xiao Feng, but after reaching the villa's entrance, due to the white bug in the palm, he followed the clues and found this place.

However, Xiao Feng had to be cautious of one thing: Fujiwara Keiaki appeared silently behind him, and he failed to notice immediately, which clearly indicated that the other party was not easy to deal with.

After a while, Xiao Feng broke the silence, "Help, of course, we'll assist, but there are some things I need to handle first. Go back and tell Su Yuzhuo to pack up; the departure time is within the next few days."

"There's no more time to delay," Fujiwara Keiaki said angrily, "Miss trusts you, believes you can lead her to hope, but the gentleman beside you said that Miss has less than a month left.

This isn't as simple as calculating the journey. Have you thought about what to do if something goes wrong on the way?"

"Did Su Yuzhuo send you to urge me?" Xiao Feng asked knowingly.

"Of course not," Fujiwara Keiaki shook his head, "I came today to get an acceptable and accurate departure time. If you don't want to help, you can just say so, no need to waste time."

Xiao Feng sneered, "Your Iwakami Shigehiro is so bent on dealing with me, now even attacking my people. Do you think I can leave at ease?

Or have Su Yuzhuo directly tell me the exact location. You all leave first, and I'll catch up after dealing with my concerns."

"If Mr. Xiao is worried about this, I can help you solve it." Fujiwara Keiaki replied calmly, with no hint of joking.

Xiao Feng almost laughed. Fujiwara Keiaki once swore earnestly that he regarded Iwakami Shigehiro as the Young Master and wouldn't make a move. Now he says he'll help solve the worries, is this a joke?

As he was pondering, he saw Fujiwara Keiaki take out an old notebook from his pocket, "Don't bother looking at the first half, I've marked the important parts in red in the second half... The means that Iwakami Shigehiro, or the current ninjas, can employ are truly not many left."

When speaking about the latter part, the tone gave off a sense of sorrow and regret.

As if knowing what everyone was thinking, Fujiwara Keiaki, without waiting for Xiao Feng and others to ask, nodded promptly, "Yes, I was once a ninja, though not an exceptional one.

I never saw the glorious days of this profession, but I did witness its gradual decline."

Xiao Feng suddenly realized, so Fujiwara Keiaki's way of helping was to inform him of the methods Iwakami Shigehiro could employ. It may seem useless on the surface, but its impact is undeniable.

Various signs showed that ninjas relied on endlessly emerging tactics and moving stealthily in the dark, a slight oversight could lead to failure, like Chen Feihu still soaking in the barrel.

With the notebook provided by Fujiwara Keiaki, it was like holding a torch, dispelling the dark ground, naturally greatly reducing the threat posed by Iwakami Shigehiro and others.

Xiao Feng handed the notebook to Zhao Guo'an and then said to Fujiwara Keiaki, "Go back and tell Su Yuzhuo, tomorrow morning I will bring people to her."

"Okay." Fujiwara Keiaki responded but didn't leave immediately, instead said, "Mr. Xiao, the matter I came to you for this time, I hope you don't mention it to Miss. This is my personal request.

Of course, since I seek help, I will naturally show my sincerity. Please accept this gift with a smile."

As he spoke, he took out a small branch-like object from his pocket.

Xiao Feng's smile instantly froze. He previously thought Fujiwara Keiaki was a truly decent person, but now he's trying to fool him with a tree branch?

Just at this moment, there was a "thud" from behind him.

Turning around, he saw Zhao Guo'an's cane fall to the ground, staring intently at the "branch" in Fujiwara Keiaki's hand, incredulously saying, "Is this... Ebony?"

At this moment, Xiao Feng had to re-evaluate the thing in Fujiwara Keiaki's hand, knowing that the last time Zhao Guo'an was like this was when he saw a thousand-year-old ginseng.

This clearly indicated that what Fujiwara Keiaki took out was not much less precious than thousand-year-old ginseng!

Realizing this, Xiao Feng observed more closely, noting that the jet-black branch had faint golden patterns, and upon careful inspection, it even gave the impression of flowing like water.

"Mr. Zhao has good eyesight. What I have in my hand is indeed a piece of Ebony," Fujiwara Keiaki calmly said, then handed the Ebony to Xiao Feng, turning to walk towards the balcony.

Zhao Guo'an's face turned black, thinking if everyone comes and goes through the window, he might as well seal the door, right?

However, at this moment, Fujiwara Keiaki paused his steps, turned back, and looked at him seriously, saying, "You're really impressive..."

After speaking, he pulled the curtain and disappeared from view.

"Hey!" Xiao Feng waved his hand in front of Zhao Guo'an, "What are you dazed about, first explain what this thing is used for."

As he spoke, he tossed the Ebony over.

Zhao Guo'an hurriedly caught it, irritatedly said, "Be careful, okay? This thing isn't as sturdy as you might think."

"Isn't it called Ebony?" Xiao Feng looked puzzled, but upon thinking about it, the feeling of Ebony in his hand was indeed not metallic; it felt lighter than an ordinary branch, like a dried twig.

"Do you think just because it has 'gold' in its name, it's as hard as gold?" Zhao Guo'an rolled his eyes fiercely.

"Let's first talk about what it's used for," Xiao Feng changed the subject.

Zhao Guo'an didn't immediately explain but picked up his cane, from an antique rack in the corner, took out a box, covered the Ebony in a red cloth from inside the box, carefully wrapping it, then closed the box, and finally sat down on a chair, picked up a teacup, and took a sip.

This series of actions almost made Xiao Feng want to punch, daring to put on airs in front of him. Is it tightening his skin?

Luckily, before his patience was completely worn out, Zhao Guo'an finally began to explain…

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