Chapter 84: In the Distance

Comparable to the chief constable of the East District?

Many haulers were pondering this in their minds. But since Uncle Six didn't back down, neither did they.

However, Uncle Six laughed at this moment, "Hahaha, I thought it was something serious, Zhang Caitou, you might as well change your name to Zhang Pighead!"

"Use your brain for a moment. Would a big shot like that need to send someone like you to inquire about our happiness? Besides, what could be considered good news for a gang like ours?" Uncle Six asked sternly.

Actually, there was no need to ask; both sides knew the answer.

A powerful figure wouldn't need such tactics if he wanted to take action against Paibo Gang. A mere word would suffice to ensure Paibo Gang couldn't get any work in the city ever again.

Without work, starvation would follow.

But now, he had sent Zhang Caitou to speak and intentionally made things complicated, then hinted at some good news...

Clearly, the other party wanted Zhang Caitou to remind them while avoiding escalating the situation.

"Alright, don't bluff me. I won't interfere with Paibo Gang's affairs; I'm just a pawn. Everyone knows we each serve our own masters. Anyway, mark my words: If Paibo Gang doesn't honestly reveal its good news, something will happen tonight!" Zhang Caitou glared, his face fierce!

"I'd like to know what will happen."

At that moment, everyone heard a young man's voice.

Li Qi had already stepped forward, holding a military saber wrapped in cloth, with willow branches tied around his waist.

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On a pleasure boat on the Li River.

Strangely, there were no women aboard, although there was food and wine on the table, there was no scent of makeup. Only neatly dressed men, each carrying or wearing long swords, gathered in small groups to drink and eat.

It looked like an ordinary banquet, without even a dancing girl for entertainment.

Two young men sat by the ship's rail, drinking and watching the riverbank not far away.

"Look, over there, they seem to be arguing. I wonder if Elder Bao's calculations are correct. Is there really unclaimed golden aura here?" one of the young men said doubtfully.

"This place? This is Lizhou City. Though the East District docks are poor, who knows what hidden talents lie here? How can you underestimate a provincial capital?" the other young man laughed.

"Not that I'm arrogant, but Elder Bao is a Celestial High Master. Could his words be false?" his companion replied.

The young man still seemed worried, "Elder Bao is indeed a Celestial High Master, but I've heard that they only refine their five organs, not their brains. Could he make mistakes?"

"Even if he makes mistakes, it's not for us to criticize. Don't you know the abilities of his gold-seeking rat? We're out here making a fortune because of him," his friend laughed, calling him overly anxious.

"That's why I'm worried. Those who walk by the river often get wet. In this provincial capital, treasures mostly have owners. Suddenly, a divine weapon appears, and I feel uneasy." The young man looked troubled.

"Don't worry, come, let's drink. Even if something happens, Elder Bao will handle it. What do we have to worry about? It's a pity that the sect rules forbid us from indulging in women. Otherwise..."

The two young men clinked their cups again, drank, and chatted.

Downstairs, on the third floor of the pleasure boat, in a large private room, a bald middle-aged man controlled a tiny golden-furred rat, chanting incantations while holding hand seals.

After the golden-furred rat finished gnawing on a gold ingot, it emitted squeaks.

This bald middle-aged man held the golden-furred rat, carefully sensing its feedback.

"The golden aura resonates, indicating there's unrooted water, which can dissipate the golden aura..." He muttered to himself, interpreting the feedback.

"It's close... The unclaimed golden aura is nearby, surrounded by malevolent energy. Since the golden aura is unclaimed, it must mean the owner is dead. Perhaps after death, it was carried downstream and picked up by those haulers. Let's test it first. If it truly has no owner, we'll act directly." He mused aloud.

Although the golden-furred rat indicated unrooted water, the hauler gang itself could also be considered unrooted water, so it was possible they had simply found the weapon.

A divine weapon that could trigger the golden-furred rat's reaction was truly a windfall, possibly even a graded celestial weapon!

Thinking of this, he glanced at the disciples below.

"Hmph, a bunch of mundane beings."

These were all disciples of the Boshan Sect.

The Boshan Sect was a martial arts sect practicing a set of martial arts techniques. However, like most common people, they didn't know the true nature of this world.

Their techniques described stages of cultivating strength, skin, bones, and then moving inward to cultivate the organs.

Once all five organs were refined, one could enter the ranks of innate warriors.

All disciples aimed to become innate warriors, considering them top-tier experts in the world.

However, this bald middle-aged man sneered mockingly.

In the countryside.

Their so-called innate stage was merely the entry into the martial arts ranking system.

Rank nine was indeed considered skilled, but far from being "top-tier" in the world.

But it was normal. How could these mundane beings compare to someone like him who had truly inherited immortal teachings?

His technique was a genuine immortal cultivation method. When cultivated to the extreme, it could reach rank seven, becoming a celestial being capable of flying and hiding, far surpassing those whose lifelong goal was to become an innate warrior.

Currently, he was a rank nine expert comparable to an innate warrior. Using techniques, he was even stronger than the Boshan Sect's leader.

However, he still needed to earn money through the Boshan Sect, so he had to deal with these mundanes for a while longer.

Just like now.

A divine weapon of rank nine was worth more than a hundred gold pieces, and in the mortal world, such items were hard to come by, often commanding high premiums.

Perhaps it was a weapon from a fallen soldier during the war between Tang and Song kingdoms.

If it was a Tang kingdom weapon... then its owner must have been a squad leader or banner officer.

Though a minor position, there were only a few hundred in each army of Tang.

Each banner officer was reportedly a ranked expert! And each person was issued a weapon and armor matching their rank.

The wealth of Tang was evident.

Reflecting on these matters, Elder Bao of the Boshan Sect once again turned his gaze toward the distance.

If there was no movement over there, he would prepare to act.

But a bunch of mud-footed haulers daring to keep a rank nine divine weapon?

Simply asking for trouble!