Top-Tier Items in Scrap

Those people from the Enforcement Hall were already difficult to deal with, and Chen Baichuan actually dared to touch their territory.

This isn't just arrogance; it's digging your own grave.

Zhou Lingxuan could guess without even thinking that Li Yuan, the deputy head of the Weapon Hall, was probably hiding in the shadows laughing his head off.

The overstepping of authority order signed by Chen Baichuan was probably copied by Li Yuan last night and sent to Liu Quan, the third elder of Dijian Peak, overnight.

Liu Quan is currently holding back his troops, waiting for the right moment.

Wait until Chen Baichuan commits an even bigger mistake, and until all the evidence is gathered, then strike him dead in one blow.

"Manager, will Elder Chen's actions cause any trouble?" Old Sun asked cautiously.

"Something happened?" Zhou Lingxuan sneered. "He's dancing on a volcano right now. Alright, stop asking about inner sect matters and focus on your work as the deposed sect leader."

Old Sun shrank back and quickly retreated.

It was afternoon.

The office's airship landed in the courtyard in front of the abandoned hall.

Several laborers unloaded more than a dozen large flatbed carts, which were piled high with black lumps of iron.

"Manager Zhou, this is the waste material that the Equipment Hall cleared out this month. Please sign it." The steward from the administrative office handed over the ledger.

Zhou Lingxuan picked up the pen, just about to sign, when he suddenly stopped.

He walked up to the first cart and casually picked up a fist-sized lump of black iron.

The quantities are incorrect.

Ordinary scrap iron slag, this volume is at most two or three kilograms.

But this lump of iron weighs at least ten pounds.

Zhou Lingxuan signed the document without making a sound and sent the people from the administrative office away.

Once only his own people were left in the courtyard, Zhou Lingxuan gripped the black iron lump and suddenly exerted force with his thumb.

The true qi of the ninth level of Qi Refining was exhaled from his fingertips.

A snap.

The black metal casing shattered instantly, falling to the ground with a clatter.

A blinding, eerie blue light shone through the cracks.

The surrounding air temperature dropped sharply.

Lei Yang leaned closer and gasped when he saw what was inside.

"Top-grade spirit ore, Blue Nether Gold?" Lei Yang blurted out.

Zhou Lingxuan didn't speak. He walked to the second cart, picked up a piece of scrap iron, and crushed it forcefully.

Inside was a piece of Crimson Flame Marrow radiating intense heat.

Zhou Lingxuan opened more than a dozen iron lumps, and without exception, they were all the top-grade spirit ore from the Weapon Hall's warehouse!

These spirit ores were wrapped in a layer of scrap iron using special methods, disguised as waste materials, and brazenly sent into the abandoned hall.

"Manager, what... what's going on?" Old Sun's legs went weak with fright. "Are the people in the Weaponry Hall blind? Throwing away top-grade spirit ore like waste?"

Zhou Lingxuan threw the Crimson Flame Marrow back onto the car and dusted off the iron filings from his hands.

"They're not blind," Zhou Lingxuan said coldly. "Someone is setting up a trap for Chen Baichuan."

Lei Yang reacted extremely quickly: "Framed?"

Zhou Lingxuan nodded.

That's a really vicious move.

Chen Baichuan now holds great power, and the entire warehouse of the equipment hall is under his control.

If at this moment, the Enforcement Hall suddenly receives a report that Chen Baichuan has embezzled the sect's top-grade spirit ore.

The Enforcement Hall led its men into the abandoned hall and found a large quantity of top-grade spirit ore in these so-called waste materials.

The perpetrator was caught red-handed.

Even if Chen Baichuan had mouths all over his body, he still couldn't explain it clearly.

He disguised the top-grade spirit ore as waste and sent it to the abandoned hall managed by his close friend Zhou Lingxuan, intending to transfer and sell it privately.

This logical chain is flawless.

Embezzling public funds, misappropriating top-grade spirit ore, and previously overstepping his authority by interfering in the distribution of profits.

Multiple offenses will be punished concurrently.

Liu Quan is determined to completely nail Chen Baichuan to the pillar of shame, leaving him no chance to turn things around.

"What ruthless methods." Zhou Lingxuan looked at the carts filling the yard.

Li Yuan was in charge of the daily operation of the Weapon Hall, and only he could secretly mix these top-grade spirit ores into the waste and send them out.

Liu Quan exerted pressure from the outside, while Li Yuan kept the accounts inside.

The two worked together seamlessly.

"Manager, what do we do now?" Old Sun was pacing anxiously. "If the Enforcement Hall finds out, our entire 'Dead Hall' will lose its head too!"

Lei Yang gripped the hilt of the Wind and Thunder Sword tightly: "How about I take these things back to the Weapon Hall tonight?"

"Send it back? The moment you step out the door, the people from the Enforcement Hall will have you pinned down halfway there." Zhou Lingxuan sneered.

Since the other party dared to send the items over, there must have been many spies outside the abandoned hall.

The abandoned hall is now a powder keg that could explode at any moment.

"Push a few carts and come with me to the back mountain," Zhou Lingxuan ordered.

Lei Yang and Old Sun didn't dare to delay, so they quickly pushed the cart and followed Zhou Lingxuan, heading straight for the No. 3 fire pit on the back mountain.

At the bottom of the crater, dark red magma flowed slowly under the pressure of the fire-fixing nails.

Zhou Lingxuan stood at the edge of the pit, looking at the top-grade spirit ore on the vehicle.

Do you want to use the abandoned hall as a dumping ground? Do you want to use Zhou Lingxuan as a scapegoat?

"Pour it all in," Zhou Lingxuan said, pointing to the fire pit.

Old Sun was stunned: "Manager, this is top-grade spirit ore! Any single piece is worth hundreds of mid-grade spirit stones. Burn it all?"

"Are you saving this to buy a coffin? Get out of here!" Zhou Lingxuan shouted sternly.

Just as Old Sun was about to overturn the cart, a commotion suddenly came from the front yard of the abandoned hall.

Immediately afterwards, the gate to the courtyard behind the mountain was pushed open.

Chen Baichuan, dressed in his crimson-gold elder's robe, swaggered in with three trusted disciples.

He was flushed and reeked of alcohol, holding a jade box covered with sealing talismans in his hands.

"Old Zhou! Stop working!" Chen Baichuan shouted from a distance.

He strode to the edge of the fire pit, ripped off the talisman from the jade box, and opened the lid.

An extremely cold aura erupted instantly, causing the temperature around the fire pit to drop.

Inside the jade box lay a rare meteorite iron, pure white and radiating a chilling aura.

"Look what this is! A Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Frost Soul!"

Chen Baichuan shoved the jade box in front of Zhou Lingxuan and burst into laughter.

"That old bastard Liu Quan has brought out all his hidden treasures!"

Chen Baichuan patted his chest, exuding heroic spirit.

"I'll start forging tomorrow! I'm going to use this ten-thousand-year-old Frost Soul to forge Liu Quan's most top-tier natal flying sword in the entire Heavenly Sword Pavilion!"

Chen Baichuan strode into the backyard of the abandoned hall and saw Old Sun pushing a cart, preparing to dump things into the No. 3 fire pit.

"Stop! Are you crazy, Lao Zhou?!"

Chen Baichuan darted over and grabbed the edge of the cart.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he stared at the ore on the cart, its metal shells crushed and revealing a ghostly blue light.

"Top-grade Blue Nether Gold? And Crimson Flame Marrow?" Chen Baichuan pointed angrily at the cart, "Pouring it into a fire pit? You wasteful wretch!"

Zhou Lingxuan stood at the edge of the pit, patted the iron filings off his hands, and didn't even lift his eyelids.

"According to the rules of the abandoned hall, everything brought in is scrap," Zhou Lingxuan said calmly. "If we don't burn the scrap, are we going to keep it to breed in the yard?"

Chen Baichuan was so anxious that he jumped up and down and pushed Old Sun away.

"Bullshit! This isn't scrap! This...this must have been loaded onto the wrong truck by those bastards down there!"

Chen Baichuan felt a pang of heartache.

"Don't give them to me! Take them all back to the Weapon Hall!"

Zhou Lingxuan glanced at him and raised his chin at Old Sun.

"Did you hear that? Elder Chen has spoken. Push these good things back to the front yard, don't dirty our underground fire pit."

Old Sun felt as if he had been granted a pardon. He quickly called over a few servants, and they hurriedly pushed all the dozen or so carts back to the front yard.

Chen Baichuan finally breathed a sigh of relief and turned to hand over the jade box covered with talismans.

"Old Zhou, forget about those junk pieces, look at this!" Chen Baichuan said with a fanatical expression, as he yanked open the jade box.