Far Away

A big shot comparable to the head constable of Dongcheng?

Many boat trackers were having second thoughts.

But Uncle Liu didn't back down either, so neither did they.

However, Uncle Liu laughed at this moment, "Hahaha, I thought it was something serious. Zhang Caitou, you should change your name to Zhang Pighead!"

"Use your brain and think about it. For such a big shot to send you to ask us what happy event we have, it can't be something ordinary. Besides, what kind of event counts as a happy event for a gang like ours?" Uncle Liu asked sternly.

There's no need to ask; both sides already know.

If a powerful figure wanted to take down the Wave-Pushing Gang, he wouldn't need these methods at all. He could simply give an order and the Wave-Pushing Gang would never be able to get any work in the city again.

Without work, they'll just starve to death.

But now, he instructed Zhang Caitou to come and speak, deliberately making things this way, and then hinted at the happy occasion...

Clearly, the other party wanted Zhang Caitou to give them a heads-up, while also not wanting to escalate the situation.

"Alright, stop trying to fool me. I don't care about your Wave-Pushing Gang's affairs. I'm just a pawn. Everyone knows we serve our own masters. Anyway, let me make this clear: if you don't tell me the truth about your Wave-Pushing Gang's happy news, you're in for trouble tonight!" Zhang Caitou glared, his face fierce.

"I'd like to know what's going to happen."

Just then, everyone heard the voice of a young man.

Li Qi, carrying a military knife wrapped in cloth and with willow branches tied around his waist, came out.

In the distance, on a pleasure boat on the Li River.

Strangely, there were no women on the table. Although there was wine and meat, there was no smell of perfume or cosmetics. Instead, there were men dressed neatly and carrying long swords at their waists, gathered in twos and threes, drinking and eating.

It looked like an ordinary banquet, and there weren't even any dancers to entertain the guests.

The two young men sat on the gunwale of the boat, drinking and looking at the riverbank not far away.

"Look, they must be arguing over there. I wonder if Elder Bao's calculations were right or wrong. Is there really some unclaimed gold energy lying around here?" a young man said with some doubt.

"This place? This is Lizhou City. The East City Wharf may be poor, but who knows what kind of hidden talents might be there? You dare to underestimate a place like the city?" another young man said with a smile.

"It's not that I'm arrogant, it's just that Elder Bao is Xiantian expert. How could his words be false?" his companion said.

The young man still had some concerns. "Elder Bao is indeed Xiantian expert, but I've heard that Xiantian expert only refines the five internal organs, not the brain. Does that mean he won't make mistakes?"

"Even if he made a mistake, it's not for you or me to comment on. Don't you know how good he is at finding golden rats? We came out here and made a fortune, isn't that the reason?" His companion laughed at him for worrying unnecessarily.

"That's why I'm worried. If you walk by the river often, you're bound to get your shoes wet. Most of the treasures in this city already have owners. This sudden appearance of a divine weapon makes me feel uneasy." The young man said worriedly.

"Don't worry, come on, let's drink. Even if something happens, Elder Bao will be there to protect us. What are we worried about? It's just a pity that the sect rules forbid us from getting close to women when we're out, otherwise..."

The two young men clinked glasses again, drank, and chatted.

Downstairs, on the third floor of the pleasure boat, in a large private room, a bald, middle-aged man was controlling a small golden-haired mouse, making hand Hand Seals and chanting incantations.

The golden mouse squeaked as it finished gnawing on a piece of gold cake.

The middle-aged bald man held the golden rat and savored it carefully.

"The metal energy resonates on its own because there is water without roots, which is why it can dissipate the metal energy..." he muttered to himself, sensing the feedback from the golden-haired rat.

"It'll be soon... That unclaimed golden energy is nearby, still shrouded in Sha Qi. And since it's unclaimed, it's obvious its owner is dead. It must have been washed away by the water after death and picked up by the boatmen here, right? Let's test it out first. If it's truly unclaimed, then we'll make our move." He muttered to himself.

Although the search for the golden rat indicates the existence of water without roots, the Boatman Gang is also water without roots, so it is still possible that they simply found the sharp weapon.

An unclaimed weapon that can trigger a reaction from a gold-hunting rat—this is truly a windfall! It might even be a high-grade divine weapon!

Thinking of this, he glanced at the disciples around him.

Ah, a bunch of ordinary mortals.

These are all disciples of the Boshan Sect.

The Boshan Sect is a martial arts sect that practices a set of martial Cultivation Method, but just like most ordinary people, they don't even know the true face of this world.

The Cultivation Method they practiced were structured in stages: first, training the strength; then the skin; then the bones; and finally, from the outside in, training the internal organs.

Once all five internal organs are fully refined, one can directly enter the ranks of Xiantian martial artist.

All the disciples regarded becoming Xiantian martial artist as the highest goal, believing that they were the world's top masters.

However, the bald middle-aged man gave a mocking laugh.

Rural areas.

What they call "innate" is nothing more than entering the ranks of martial arts.

A ninth-rank expert is indeed considered a master, but they are still far, far away from being considered "world-class."

But that's normal. How can these mundane things compare to someone like him who has truly received the inheritance of immortals?

His Cultivation Method is a genuine immortal Cultivation Method. When cultivated to its peak, it can directly reach the seventh rank, making one a god-like being who can fly and escape into the earth. This is many times stronger than those who only aim to become "Xiantian martial artist" throughout their lives.

Even now, he is a ninth-rank master comparable to a "Xiantian martial artist," and if he uses Technique Method, he is even stronger than the leader of the Boshan Sect.

However, we still need to rely on the Boshan Sect to earn some mundane money, so we still have to deal with these ordinary people a few more times.

Just like now.

A ninth-grade divine weapon is worth over a hundred gold coins, and it is very difficult to buy with money in the mortal world; it is usually overpriced.

Perhaps these were weapons of fallen soldiers during the war between the Tang Kingdom and Song Kingdom, which ended up here.

If it's a weapon from the Tang Kingdom... then its owner must have been a captain or a flag officer in life.

Although this is a minor official position, there are only a few hundred of them in the entire Tang Kingdom army.

It is said that every flag officer is a master of his rank! And each of them is issued a weapon and armor commensurate with their rank.

The wealth and prosperity of the Tang Kingdom are evident.

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

If there's no further movement from over there, then he'll prepare to make his move.

But a bunch of peasant boatmen, how dare they secretly possess a ninth-grade weapon?

That's practically suicide!