"Liang Zhaohuang, you've caused a huge disaster!"
"You dare touch this shipment? You're courting death!"
Liang Zhaohuang had captured both sides of the smuggling operation. The Lu Family's two Foundation Establishment cultivators had also had their cultivation sealed by special spirit artifacts of the River Patrol Office and were bound up.
Yet at the sight of Liang Zhaohuang, the two Lu Family members both began threatening him at once, their voices sharp and their expressions fierce.
Liang Zhaohuang sneered, paying no heed to their threats, treating them as nothing more than the barking of defeated dogs.
Now it was time to inspect the spoils.
He first boarded the vessel that had been about to rush out of Grey Reed Lake and examined its cargo.
The vessel was more than thirty zhang long, nearly twenty zhang wide, and seven or eight zhang tall. Its interior cabins were divided into three levels, each packed full of goods.
Time was limited, and Liang Zhaohuang could not inventory everything piece by piece. But a rough inspection showed that the cargo was indeed mainly all sorts of spirit ores. By a rough estimate, there were hundreds of thousands of tons of them. As for their exact value, he was not yet familiar enough with the market prices of these spirit ores to estimate it for the moment.
The goods aboard the Lu Family's vessel, on the other hand, consisted of Spirit Rice, spirit salt, and all manner of rare treasures from the sea. Those, Liang Zhaohuang could make a rough estimate of.
After all, even if he did not know the prices of all the sea's rare treasures, Liang Zhaohuang still knew something about the market prices of Spirit Rice and spirit salt.
Yet just as he began taking inventory, Liang Zhaohuang's expression could not