It was late at night.
North of Bangyuan Cave.
This might be where the treasure was hidden. To seize it first and keep abreast of the latest intelligence, all the factions had camped here, also making it easier for their geomancers and mechanism experts to survey the place inch by inch.
Unfortunately, the caves stretched over forty li. The task was too vast to finish in a short time.
Now.
Beneath the night sky, tents stood in rows. Wudang, the Tang Sect, and Banner-Sword Music Manor, three of the Nine Sects, along with the God of Wealth Gang, the Second-Largest Gang Under Heaven, had claimed the best campsites at the northern entrance.
Some had gone to sleep. Others remained awake in their tents, painstakingly studying possible treasure locations.
On a hillside not far from the northern entrance stood a general's platform. With its commanding view and excellent terrain, it was where the Wudang disciples had made camp.
Inside the finest tent, candles burned brightly as Li Chonglou sat at a desk studying a map of Bangyuan Cave.
Numerous red crosses marked the long map, indicating possible locations that had already been ruled out.
"Where exactly is the treasure...?"
Li Chonglou frowned deeply and muttered to himself.
Wudang had no shortage of money.
The Jiajing Emperor greatly revered their patriarch, Zhang Sanfeng, and had bestowed upon him the title "Perfected Lord of Pure Emptiness and Primordial Mystery." He had always wanted to find him, learn his alchemical arts, and seek immortality.
Of all those whose ages could presently be confirmed, Zhang Sanfeng had lived the longest since Peng Zu. He appeared and disappeared, his movements unfathomable.
Eighty years ago, when Zhang Sanfeng had accepted Li Xuanzong as his disciple, passed on the Supreme Taiji Scripture, and ordered him to make Wudang