At Qinghong Market, in a secluded little courtyard with red-tiled roofs, Wang Chuanming and Wang Chuanyun sat in an azure stone pavilion, savoring tea and chatting.
After obtaining the treasure, Wang Chuanming immediately hurried back to Qinghong Market to discuss with Wang Chuanyun how they should report the semi-finished item.
"Brother Chuanming, are you certain it's Nine Radiance Divine Mud? Could we have mistaken it? Should we ask a clan elder to take a look?"
Wang Chuanyun suggested.
"It wouldn't be the same if we asked a clan elder. We'd have to give them a share of the credit. Do you think our credit is too great?"
Wang Chuanming rolled his eyes at him and scolded him.
Whenever treasures were involved, everyone who saw them deserved a share. If they asked a clan elder to examine it without giving the clan elder any credit, then if anything good happened in the future, the clan elder might not consider them first. In addition, he did not want too many people to know about it.
"I understand what you mean. You want to drag more people in to share the risk. But remember, the fewer people who know about this sort of thing, the better. Also, he was a Heretical Cultivator who harmed innocents. I found all sorts of miscellaneous cultivation arts and classics in his Storage Ring. It would be utterly impossible to claim that he had never killed anyone and seized their treasures."
Wang Chuanming spoke in a deep voice. Whether others believed it or not, he did—Chen Chu was definitely a Heretical Cultivator.
To deceive others, one first had to deceive oneself.
"But what if he has relatives or close friends who expose the matter? Wouldn't we be punished?"
Wang Chuanyun asked nervously. The clan rules were extremely strict,