Of course, besides him and Linghu Ming, there was a large group of accomplices standing not far away.
Leading the group was Ding Bu'er, who sat at a square table, his hands moving rapidly across the abacus, the only sound the echo of the beads striking each other.
After a long while, he raised his head and looked at the corpulent official in front of him, saying, "Your son's name is Wu Qian, right? You want to redeem him from servitude?"
"Yes, yes, please, Immortal Master, do me a favor and release my son!"
Ding Bu'er nodded and said earnestly, "I understand. He's my own child. How could I not feel sorry for him after he's suffered so much?"
You're such a fool as a father. With so much land, wouldn't it be better to live a peaceful and wealthy life?
Why send him into the martial arts world to make a living? Look what happened, it almost led to a huge mistake!"
"Yes, yes, the immortal is right. I will teach him a lesson when I get back, and he will never dream of wandering the world with a sword again."
Ding Bu'er replied with satisfaction, "That's right! It's never too late to mend the fence after the sheep are lost. Considering your filial piety, I'll make an exception and only charge you eight hundred spirit stones. Take the person away."
"Huh? Eight hundred?" The wealthy man made an eight gesture with his hand, looking pained. "Master, this is too expensive."
"What's so expensive about it? That's your only bloodline to carry on the family line. If anything happens to him..."
Your Wu family line will end then, you know. Thinking about it that way, do you still think it's expensive?
Eight hundred spirit stones for your family's prosperous incense offerings—do you think that's expensive? It's incredibly cheap!
After thinking for a moment, the official reluctantly took out the storage bag and handed it over.
Just as Ding Bu'er was about to accept it, he suddenly said, "Immortal Master, can't you really lower the price a bit? How about five hundred?"
Upon hearing this, Ding Bu'er stood up, moved closer to his face, and then slowly turned his head, saying, "Look this way."
The wealthy man followed Ding Bu'er's gaze and turned to look, where he saw Liang Hao directing laborers to dig through the mountain in a brutal manner.
"See that guy? Let me tell you, I've been taking good care of you."
If he were negotiating with you, it wouldn't be eight hundred anymore; eight thousand probably wouldn't even be enough. And if you dare to haggle...
He can bankrupt you and leave you with a mountain of debt. Master Wu, do you want to talk to him, or obediently hand over eight hundred spirit stones?
Then take your son home safely. Think it over carefully and make a decision quickly; there are other people waiting.
Upon hearing Ding Bu'er's words, Master Wu immediately shuddered and dared not delay any longer. He paid eight hundred spirit stones, quickly took the slip of paper, pressed his fingerprint, and went to pick up his son.
"Wu Qian, the ransom is eight hundred!"
Ding Bu'er roared and then threw the storage bag into the basket next to him, which was full of spirit stone bags.
In front of his table was a long line of several hundred people, all there to redeem their loved ones.
Meanwhile, in the queue, another person was frantically taking advantage of the situation.
"Benefactor, are you here to find your children? Buddha will bless you."
Because you have a karmic connection with Buddha, Buddha will surely protect you and your child.
If you are willing to donate 108 spirit stones as incense money to Buddha, you can touch me.
"As long as you touch me, you will sense the presence of Buddha, and Buddha will bless you so that you can reunite with your family."
Fahai remained as endearing as ever, continuing his old ways of peddling his Buddhist doctrines to the crowd.
Believe it or not, quite a few people actually believed his nonsense, took out spirit stones and touched Fahai's face, thinking that they could receive the Buddha's protection and successfully rescue their children.
On the other side, Dugu Xin was inspecting the supplies of the Lishan Sect, which were as high as a small mountain.
Zhang Danfeng and Hu Guangshan then categorized and allocated the various treasures of creation, making it easier for Dugu Xin to inventory and store them.
There was also a place where Feng Xiunian and He Yishou were seriously selecting disciples to join the association. After all, the Public Tribunal was now a large and powerful organization, especially the Eighth District, where everyone was rolling in money and they urgently needed a group of Karami to act as errand runners.
Seeing the well-organized division of labor and the talented members of the public arbitrators' committee, Linghu Ming was stunned.
He found Liang Hao and asked, "Brother, is this the Trial Committee?"
"Of course, doesn't it feel very unique and distinctive?"
"No, is this how you usually do things?"
"This is the way our Council of Justice operates; we are the sole maintainers of order in the Nine Realms."
Linghu Ming was speechless: "Is that all? Even bandits would have to call you ancestors if they saw you."
"So, are you convinced or not?"
"Damn it, we can't argue with this. I have a feeling that once your Court of Justice establishes a foothold here and opens a branch, the situation in the Southern Region will change immediately."
"Change is necessary, and it must be a major transformation! The prerequisite for 'playing dumb' is having the strength; without the strength, playing dumb is destined to fail."
The saying goes, "If you fall behind, you will be bullied." The reason we're not attacking you is because we're in a good mood today—this is an unchanging, hard truth!
"I'm not going to argue with you anymore. I think that's enough. How about we go back to Qifeng Mountain tonight and say hello to Brother Chen? It's been so many days. I wonder how Qifeng Mountain is doing now."
Liang Hao thought for a moment and said, "Alright, it's time to go back and report the situation of Lishan Sect to my elder brother."
Oh, and remember to take a few packets of spirit stones later to exchange for some gold and silver, to bring some warmth to the people down the mountain who have been oppressed by the Lishan Sect for so long.”
Linghu Ming was taken aback. He looked Liang Hao up and down carefully and said in surprise, "I really didn't expect you to have such an upright side."
Liang Hao sighed deeply, "We all came from humble beginnings. Now that we're well-off, we should help these suffering people out of our own pockets. Sigh..."
...
Nighttime, Qifeng Mountain, Yinfeng Pond.
Shen Zhao arrived here as promised to find Su Yunying.
It must be said that the scenery here is different during the day and at night, and it is especially quiet and peaceful at night.
Where are they?
Shen Zhao circled the pool but did not see Su Yunying, and frowned slightly.
Suddenly, a melodious flute tune came from behind.
Following the sound of the flute, I was suddenly struck by what I saw.
Su Yunying sat among the flowers by the pond not far away, holding a jade flute and playing a familiar melody.
At this moment, Su Yunying's long, beautiful black hair cascaded down her left shoulder. She was wearing only a thin, gossamer-thin gauze dress with a white silk undergarment underneath. Under the moonlight, her exquisite figure was perfectly showcased.
With just one glance, Shen Zhao's breathing quickened and his heart began to race.
"Brother Chen, you're here?"
Su Yunying smiled gracefully, put down her jade flute, took a clean white silk handkerchief from her waist, and gently spread it on the grass.
Brother Chen, you can't escape tonight.
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