Only after finishing all this did he turn toward the door.
Li Tieyun and his two companions had already walked in. Their eyes fell on the scattered banknotes, surprise showing on all three faces.
"This is..."
Li Tieyun looked at the banknotes strewn across the floor, then at the cracked Buddha statue, and immediately understood. "So this was where he hid his wealth. Li Qianxiong was truly cunning!"
Yang Jing steadied himself, pointed at the crack in the statue, and said calmly, "I thought this Buddha statue looked a little odd sitting here, so I tested it. I never expected these to be hidden inside."
He deliberately left out the true art manual, saying nothing about it.
As far as Yang Jing knew,
True arts were exceptionally high in quality, but equally difficult to cultivate.
Although Li Qianxiong had obtained this true art, he had never made much headway with it. He had probably been trapped at a cultivation bottleneck.
Even if Yang Jing told Li Tieyun and the others about it, they would most likely find it difficult to master. If word of the true art spread afterward, it would only bring trouble.
Thinking of the Indestructible True Art tucked against his chest, Yang Jing felt his heart burn with excitement, though he had yet to read it.
This opportunity was surely meant for him.
A true art that posed a thousand difficulties for others could not have been better suited to someone like him, who faced no bottlenecks.
Li Tieyun nodded, walked to the table, and bent to pick up several banknotes that had fluttered to the floor. His fingers rubbed over the words "one thousand taels," and a flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.
Even an ordinary merchant caravan might struggle to produce a few banknotes of