After a series of preparations.
The monk known by the religious name Liaowu, the master of Old Monk Kongxin, led more than a dozen people, including the old monk, who was still called Kongwen at the time, deep into the Hundred Thousand Mountains in search of the mysterious Yin Soldier Village.
That was right—Master Kongxin had still been called Kongwen back then.
Considering that the other side had sent people out of the mountains to trade for food, these old remnants guessed that the village might be living in extreme poverty.
To these old remnants, money was everything.
After all, their ancestors had passed down all sorts of treasures. Although most had already been pawned or sold, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. Surely they still had some good stuff left. Once they got there, couldn't they just sell a few pieces to foreigners and make some money?
These mountain villagers might have a few supernatural abilities, but what did they know of the wider world?
With money, they could buy food and supplies, offer a few warm words, and wouldn't these hillbillies be moved to tears?
"They deserve to be poor. They have such great abilities, yet all they know is hiding in the mountains and gnawing on corn buns—a bunch of useless fools. If I had that kind of ability, I'd have accomplished something big long ago!"
A potbellied, wheezing middle-aged man muttered curses under his breath.
The mountain paths were difficult to travel.
In many places, they could barely even be called paths.
If they hadn't hired several local guides, they would have gotten lost within an hour of entering the mountains. If they were unlucky, their grand undertaking might have collapsed before it even began... Of course, that was assuming they were qualified