Eternal Life Starts as a Hunter-Chapter 252 - 117: Holy Fire Fifth Grade Elder, Blood Gold, Silent Infiltration into Beijiang
That night, as dusk fell, the gates of Spring Breeze Workshop were wide open.
The villagers rushed out, but they didn’t go far; instead, they cooperatively stayed outside the workshop.
The armored warriors, originally surrounding the workshop, now "drew boundaries with the ground as their prison," surrounding these villagers to test "whether the filth on them was contagious and if anything would happen tonight."
"I want to see Yan Mu!"
"Get out of the way!"
"Make way for this young lady!"
A young girl’s voice rang out loudly and brashly,
it was none other than Zhu Qiao’Er.
Not far away, many villagers cast their gaze upon this girl, looking at her in astonishment.
The armored warriors, seeing her audacious tone, dared not stop her and went to report instead.
At that moment, Fang Jianlong suddenly had the feeling of being hit by a "sweet cake falling from the sky."
He looked at the "arrogant" and flamboyant Zhu Qiao’Er, with a complex feeling emerging in his heart because... in that secret chamber, he and Zhu Qiao’Er had actually privately committed to each other for life.
Could it be that he had acquired a great fortune?
Was Zhu Qiao’Er’s father really just an ordinary disciple of the Holy Fire Palace?
Fang Jianlong had never thought such good fortune would fall upon him, and at this moment, various thoughts were swirling in his mind...
But Zhu Qiao’Er’s thoughts were also on her sweetheart; she wanted to show herself so her sweetheart could see who she was and never leave her again. After all, although her father was a significant figure, she was just an ordinary person unable to cultivate skills.
After a while, the armored warriors parted, and a pitch-black horse came from afar. Yan Mu sat astride it, his face cultured but carrying a hint of dominance, unlike his previous destitute appearance when he met Li Yuan.
The sound of horse hooves echoed.
The horse arrived.
Yan Mu glanced at the young girl, was momentarily stunned, then dismounted and said, "Miss Zhu, what are you doing here?"
Zhu Qiao’Er bowed and said, "I... I came from my family’s restaurant for a stroll, and didn’t expect something to happen."
Yan Mu said, "Then stay by my side, it’s dangerous here."
Zhu Qiao’Er thanked him, then waved her hand and said, "Brother Fang, the person you’re looking for is here."
Fang Jianlong hurriedly stepped forward, bowed and handed over a letter, then softly said, "Fang Jianlong from the Blood Saber Sect, here on the ancestor’s order to deliver a letter."
Yan Mu initially did not want to accept the letter, but upon hearing the words "Blood Saber Sect" and "ancestor," he took it directly. He couldn’t ignore a letter from his uncle, and... he felt guilty towards his uncle.
...
That evening, few of the villagers who left Spring Breeze Workshop could sleep.
And the surrounding armored warriors were also vigilantly on guard.
But with a sixth-grade master like Yan Mu present, they had a pillar in their hearts and did not panic.
Yet a night passed, and nothing happened.
There were no more disappearances, no madness.
Those armored warriors who initially harbored some suspicion were immediately in an uproar.
"Lord Yan was right."
"The filth was indeed in Spring Breeze Workshop, not on those villagers."
"Could it be that the Mansion Master... really wanted to kill these people, which is why he had us surround them?"
"Thanks to Lord Yan, otherwise my third uncle would have been doomed..."
"Yes, and my second aunt was among those people."
As prefecture soldiers, these armored warriors were originally from the thirty-six counties, and it was normal for some to be related to the villagers in Spring Breeze Workshop.
Yan Mu sat quietly under an old tree.
From time to time, someone would come to report in a whisper.
Yan Mu frowned slightly, because... they hadn’t found any walking corpses.
Those walking corpses were like ground mice, never showing their faces and not engaging in face-to-face combat with the martial artists, and even if surrounded, they could disappear right under their noses.
The lord in the temple said that these walking corpses seemed to have a mysterious hiding place, a place that only they could enter.
The walking corpses entered the streets, where the streets were full of evil ghosts.
"These walking corpses are no longer human, no wonder they engage in such heinous acts!"
Yan Mu’s eyes flashed with anger, he clenched his fists tightly, but then inexplicably thought of the jade remains daughter from his uncle’s family and silently added in his heart: she’s not included, she’s still a child, she’s done nothing wrong, I’m the one at fault.
Thinking of this, he suddenly waved to Fang Jianlong in the distance.
Fang Jianlong was currently standing closely with Zhu Qiao’Er, whispering sweet nothings to each other.
Fang Jianlong wasn’t one to get caught up in romance, nor had he thought of marrying an ordinary girl, but this great fortune had fallen on him, and he suddenly entertained the thought... After all, if a significant figure from the Holy Fire Palace became his father-in-law, wouldn’t his path to sixth-grade cultivation be paved?
So, at this moment, he was doing his best to cooperate with Zhu Qiao’Er, whispering tender words in her ear.
Yan Mu, seeing that Fang Jianlong hadn’t noticed him, called out again, "Blood Saber Sect?"
Fang Jianlong snapped back to reality, intending to get up, but was held by Zhu Qiao’Er, who seemed to cling to him.
They gazed at each other affectionately once more before Zhu Qiao’Er finally let go of her grip.
Fang Jianlong walked over to Yan Mu’s side, bowed respectfully, and said, "Lord Yan."
Yan Mu said in a deep voice, "I’ve read the letter. Please return and tell your ancestor that the exchange channel for blood gold and gold has never been opened, and I’m truly powerless."
Fang Jianlong hesitated, wanting to say more.
Yan Mu waved him off again and said, "However, all my blood gold can be given to your ancestor."
He thought for a moment, then said, "You should follow me for now, and when we return to our place, I’ll write a reply for you, and you can leave with both the letter and the blood gold."
...
Several days later.
Beijiang Prefecture, Xichuan County.
In a Ming Hall, several people were seated.
Xichuan County was the territory of the Nongyi Gang, but now... the gang leader of the Nongyi Gang did not even have the qualification to sit, instead dressed in farmer’s clothes and stood on one side with a foolish grin.
