Chapter 24
: A lamb enters the tiger's mouth, but who is the tiger?
Four days later.
The escort team arrived at Jingu Grain Shop in Anfu County.
After unloading the grain, Gu Linchao's porters and servants clasped their hands in a fist salute:
"Everyone, please go back first."
He needs to travel around Anfu County more often to look for opportunities.
For him, opportunity was not a rare treasure, but a wicked person.
This is the downside of having no background or official position; one can only search aimlessly and wait for the "destined one".
If one were the ghostwriter, one could send letters to several county governments, requesting to personally purge the crimes, and simply wait for the criminal files to be filed.
This is just the ghostwriter; those in the holy land have greater authority and can track down demons.
The legendary demon!
How many innocent lives have they devoured with their gaping maws?
The evil they commit is unimaginable, and the merit of defeating them would be terrifying!
The group returned the greeting with clasped hands, and respectfully said:
"Thank you for your help along the way, Young Master Gu."
Gu Lin nodded and left the grain shop.
He went to the Anfu County government office.
"Like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, I got a few bounty posters." Gu Lin could only hope for a stroke of luck.
Unfortunately, the result disappointed him.
In fact, the escort process itself shows that Chuwei County has good public security. He deliberately chose remote mountain roads and only encountered one group of robbers.
Gu Lin had no choice but to turn back.
Unexpectedly, he ran into two acquaintances on Changjie Street in Anfu County.
At a roadside herbal medicine shop, two stunningly beautiful women were selecting medicinal herbs, followed by a powerful martial arts master.
It was Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er from Shiyang Academy, both seeded players!
Gu Lin made no attempt to greet him.
But the martial arts instructor recognized Gu Lin and whispered a reminder to the two of them.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er turned around and called out to them:
"Gu Lin!"
The two women walked towards Gu Lin.
Gu Lin nodded in return.
"What are you doing in Anfu County?" Wei Xuan asked curiously, while Lin Yan'er also carefully examined this remarkable young master Gu.
They witnessed Li Qingwu's tragic state firsthand: her knees were broken and her appearance was ruined. The proud Li Qingwu was brutally destroyed by Gu Lin!
"I'm escorting goods for my father," Gu Lin answered truthfully, then casually asked:
"And you?"
Wei Xuan remained silent for a moment, but did not hide anything:
"There is an underground black market in Anfu County. We plan to purchase elixirs and secret manuals to improve our strength in the face of battle."
Gu Lin nodded, intrigued.
He knew that both of them came from wealthy and powerful families in Shiyang, and were not lacking in money or martial arts skills. They would definitely not be interested in ordinary manuals and were probably looking for a bargain.
If luck is on your side, you might actually acquire a mysterious incomplete manual or a martial arts technique that matches your own internal strength, allowing your power to reach a new level.
Gu Lin asked with a smile:
"Can I come along?"
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
The three of them traveled together and first dined at a restaurant, waiting for the black market to open in the evening.
Through casual conversation, the two girls were deeply impressed by Gu Lin. He was self-disciplined, polite, and had a strong sense of propriety in his speech, which made them feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
It's unbelievable that Li Qingwu once regarded him as a spineless, groveling maggot. Li Qingwu is utterly foolish.
"How confident are you, Young Master Gu, in the selection competition?" Wei Xuan asked with a smile.
"It depends on luck," Gu Lin replied dismissively.
It's not about having confidence, but about being determined to succeed.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er pursed their lips and remained silent. In fact, they were not confident either. They had barely obtained a seed spot at Shiyang Academy. How could they compete with those exceptionally talented heroes?
Although they didn't want to admit it, their future lay with the sect.
Who would want to join a cultivation sect when they can work in the Sword-Handling Bureau? The cultivation techniques and treasures possessed by sects are piled up like mountains in the Sword-Handling Bureau!
However, the ghostwriter possesses the power granted by the Divine Dynasty, and the sect can only obey his orders!
But, you have to accept reality.
Seeing the dim look in their eyes and their low spirits, Gu Lin didn't offer any words of comfort.
After their meal, as dusk approached, the group headed to the black market.
Located at the foot of Anfu Mountain, the black market is bustling with activity as night falls and lights come on, with stalls scattered like stars in the sky.
Martial arts gangs and sect disciples from the surrounding area all come here to set up stalls and sell their goods.
Wei Xuan suggested:
"We'll go our separate ways and wander around, then meet up at the exit of the second mountain peak at midnight."
"Gu Lin, this place is a mixed bag, and there are even desperate criminals. Be careful."
Gu Lin nodded.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er each left with their martial arts instructors.
Gu Lin strolled leisurely, passing by a weapon shop. He stopped and looked at a long spear that was entirely dark green. He raised his hand and grasped the hilt; it was icy cold.
The pockmarked shopkeeper introduced with a smile:
"This spear is called the Frosty Green Deep-Sea Spear. It is of the highest quality, thirteen feet long, and forged from fine steel and cold iron. It is extremely sharp and when wielded, it is like a green dragon emerging from the sea, capable of easily piercing flesh and blood."
Gu Lin stroked the gun blade, his fingers feeling a chill.
My father was a skilled marksman, but he never had a suitable weapon.
"Price?" Gu Lin asked.
The shopkeeper gestured with three fingers:
"Three hundred taels."
"Three hundred taels?" Gu Lin emphasized.
The shopkeeper was adamant, leaving no room for negotiation, and said in a low voice:
"If crafted by a magic array master, this spear can become a low-grade spiritual weapon. At that time, it will not be measured in silver, but in spirit stones."
Spirit Stone?
Although Gu Lin had never seen it before, he often saw these two characters in the books in the Academy's Martial Arts Pavilion. This thing was the size of a pigeon egg and was a treasure of heaven and earth.
Spirit stones have many uses: they are used for cultivation, setting up formations, refining pills and weapons, and cultivating Gu creatures. They are the universal currency for cultivation.
"Two hundred taels," Gu Lin said decisively.
The pockmarked shopkeeper was extremely conflicted, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Since you are so sincere, young master, two hundred and eighty taels is the bottom line!!"
"Two hundred and twenty."
"Two hundred and eighty!"
"Two hundred and forty!"
"Two hundred and eighty!"
Gu Lin stared at him for a long time, his attitude growing impatient:
"Two hundred and sixty yuan a day, or I'll turn around and leave."
The pockmarked shopkeeper sighed softly and took out a long cloth to wrap the Suhan Green Sinking Spear.
Gu Lin handed over five fifty-yuan silver notes and ten taels of loose silver.
Pay and take the goods, then continue browsing.
Little did they know, a person in the distance was staring at Gu Lin's back as if he were a plump lamb.
Gu Lin browsed through several martial arts stalls, but they all contained very ordinary martial arts techniques, none of which could compare to the martial arts collection in the academy.
He went to the medicine shop and bought a box of beauty pills for his mother, which cost 160 taels of silver. This product was made from various precious medicinal materials and could make the skin more radiant.
Last time I won 500 taels of silver notes, but now I only have less than 80 taels left.
Gu Lin continued strolling around, his eyes gleaming, but he remained impassive.
He realized he was being followed.
Because he cultivated both Confucianism and martial arts, his literary and martial arts aura was extremely sharp. Along the way from the weapon shop to the pill shop, although there were crowds of people, there was always a trace of aura following him.
Damn it, you're really lucky. I hope you're utterly wicked!
Of course, if the follower is powerful, and showing the token of the swordsman fails to intimidate them, one can use the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to escape.
Gu Lin continued to stroll around and bought two books on the cultivation of magic and witchcraft. Although he had not yet awakened to these two cultivation paths, it was only a matter of time.
He then deliberately chose places with few tourists and found a quiet path to leave.
The escort team arrived at Jingu Grain Shop in Anfu County.
After unloading the grain, Gu Linchao's porters and servants clasped their hands in a fist salute:
"Everyone, please go back first."
He needs to travel around Anfu County more often to look for opportunities.
For him, opportunity was not a rare treasure, but a wicked person.
This is the downside of having no background or official position; one can only search aimlessly and wait for the "destined one".
If one were the ghostwriter, one could send letters to several county governments, requesting to personally purge the crimes, and simply wait for the criminal files to be filed.
This is just the ghostwriter; those in the holy land have greater authority and can track down demons.
The legendary demon!
How many innocent lives have they devoured with their gaping maws?
The evil they commit is unimaginable, and the merit of defeating them would be terrifying!
The group returned the greeting with clasped hands, and respectfully said:
"Thank you for your help along the way, Young Master Gu."
Gu Lin nodded and left the grain shop.
He went to the Anfu County government office.
"Like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead mouse, I got a few bounty posters." Gu Lin could only hope for a stroke of luck.
Unfortunately, the result disappointed him.
In fact, the escort process itself shows that Chuwei County has good public security. He deliberately chose remote mountain roads and only encountered one group of robbers.
Gu Lin had no choice but to turn back.
Unexpectedly, he ran into two acquaintances on Changjie Street in Anfu County.
At a roadside herbal medicine shop, two stunningly beautiful women were selecting medicinal herbs, followed by a powerful martial arts master.
It was Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er from Shiyang Academy, both seeded players!
Gu Lin made no attempt to greet him.
But the martial arts instructor recognized Gu Lin and whispered a reminder to the two of them.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er turned around and called out to them:
"Gu Lin!"
The two women walked towards Gu Lin.
Gu Lin nodded in return.
"What are you doing in Anfu County?" Wei Xuan asked curiously, while Lin Yan'er also carefully examined this remarkable young master Gu.
They witnessed Li Qingwu's tragic state firsthand: her knees were broken and her appearance was ruined. The proud Li Qingwu was brutally destroyed by Gu Lin!
"I'm escorting goods for my father," Gu Lin answered truthfully, then casually asked:
"And you?"
Wei Xuan remained silent for a moment, but did not hide anything:
"There is an underground black market in Anfu County. We plan to purchase elixirs and secret manuals to improve our strength in the face of battle."
Gu Lin nodded, intrigued.
He knew that both of them came from wealthy and powerful families in Shiyang, and were not lacking in money or martial arts skills. They would definitely not be interested in ordinary manuals and were probably looking for a bargain.
If luck is on your side, you might actually acquire a mysterious incomplete manual or a martial arts technique that matches your own internal strength, allowing your power to reach a new level.
Gu Lin asked with a smile:
"Can I come along?"
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er looked at each other and nodded in agreement.
The three of them traveled together and first dined at a restaurant, waiting for the black market to open in the evening.
Through casual conversation, the two girls were deeply impressed by Gu Lin. He was self-disciplined, polite, and had a strong sense of propriety in his speech, which made them feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze.
It's unbelievable that Li Qingwu once regarded him as a spineless, groveling maggot. Li Qingwu is utterly foolish.
"How confident are you, Young Master Gu, in the selection competition?" Wei Xuan asked with a smile.
"It depends on luck," Gu Lin replied dismissively.
It's not about having confidence, but about being determined to succeed.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er pursed their lips and remained silent. In fact, they were not confident either. They had barely obtained a seed spot at Shiyang Academy. How could they compete with those exceptionally talented heroes?
Although they didn't want to admit it, their future lay with the sect.
Who would want to join a cultivation sect when they can work in the Sword-Handling Bureau? The cultivation techniques and treasures possessed by sects are piled up like mountains in the Sword-Handling Bureau!
However, the ghostwriter possesses the power granted by the Divine Dynasty, and the sect can only obey his orders!
But, you have to accept reality.
Seeing the dim look in their eyes and their low spirits, Gu Lin didn't offer any words of comfort.
After their meal, as dusk approached, the group headed to the black market.
Located at the foot of Anfu Mountain, the black market is bustling with activity as night falls and lights come on, with stalls scattered like stars in the sky.
Martial arts gangs and sect disciples from the surrounding area all come here to set up stalls and sell their goods.
Wei Xuan suggested:
"We'll go our separate ways and wander around, then meet up at the exit of the second mountain peak at midnight."
"Gu Lin, this place is a mixed bag, and there are even desperate criminals. Be careful."
Gu Lin nodded.
Wei Xuan and Lin Yan'er each left with their martial arts instructors.
Gu Lin strolled leisurely, passing by a weapon shop. He stopped and looked at a long spear that was entirely dark green. He raised his hand and grasped the hilt; it was icy cold.
The pockmarked shopkeeper introduced with a smile:
"This spear is called the Frosty Green Deep-Sea Spear. It is of the highest quality, thirteen feet long, and forged from fine steel and cold iron. It is extremely sharp and when wielded, it is like a green dragon emerging from the sea, capable of easily piercing flesh and blood."
Gu Lin stroked the gun blade, his fingers feeling a chill.
My father was a skilled marksman, but he never had a suitable weapon.
"Price?" Gu Lin asked.
The shopkeeper gestured with three fingers:
"Three hundred taels."
"Three hundred taels?" Gu Lin emphasized.
The shopkeeper was adamant, leaving no room for negotiation, and said in a low voice:
"If crafted by a magic array master, this spear can become a low-grade spiritual weapon. At that time, it will not be measured in silver, but in spirit stones."
Spirit Stone?
Although Gu Lin had never seen it before, he often saw these two characters in the books in the Academy's Martial Arts Pavilion. This thing was the size of a pigeon egg and was a treasure of heaven and earth.
Spirit stones have many uses: they are used for cultivation, setting up formations, refining pills and weapons, and cultivating Gu creatures. They are the universal currency for cultivation.
"Two hundred taels," Gu Lin said decisively.
The pockmarked shopkeeper was extremely conflicted, and gritted his teeth, saying:
"Since you are so sincere, young master, two hundred and eighty taels is the bottom line!!"
"Two hundred and twenty."
"Two hundred and eighty!"
"Two hundred and forty!"
"Two hundred and eighty!"
Gu Lin stared at him for a long time, his attitude growing impatient:
"Two hundred and sixty yuan a day, or I'll turn around and leave."
The pockmarked shopkeeper sighed softly and took out a long cloth to wrap the Suhan Green Sinking Spear.
Gu Lin handed over five fifty-yuan silver notes and ten taels of loose silver.
Pay and take the goods, then continue browsing.
Little did they know, a person in the distance was staring at Gu Lin's back as if he were a plump lamb.
Gu Lin browsed through several martial arts stalls, but they all contained very ordinary martial arts techniques, none of which could compare to the martial arts collection in the academy.
He went to the medicine shop and bought a box of beauty pills for his mother, which cost 160 taels of silver. This product was made from various precious medicinal materials and could make the skin more radiant.
Last time I won 500 taels of silver notes, but now I only have less than 80 taels left.
Gu Lin continued strolling around, his eyes gleaming, but he remained impassive.
He realized he was being followed.
Because he cultivated both Confucianism and martial arts, his literary and martial arts aura was extremely sharp. Along the way from the weapon shop to the pill shop, although there were crowds of people, there was always a trace of aura following him.
Damn it, you're really lucky. I hope you're utterly wicked!
Of course, if the follower is powerful, and showing the token of the swordsman fails to intimidate them, one can use the Lingbo Weibu (a martial arts technique) to escape.
Gu Lin continued to stroll around and bought two books on the cultivation of magic and witchcraft. Although he had not yet awakened to these two cultivation paths, it was only a matter of time.
He then deliberately chose places with few tourists and found a quiet path to leave.