Chapter 245: The Parties Affected (2)
Whatever. Although the White Elm Tower's supplies were not as abundant as those of the six major alliances, it was still a small recovery. Hui Xizi nodded slowly, closed her eyes, and said, "Go, but don't overdo it."
With the nod from the Transformation Ancestor, the matter was settled. Tsannku finally breathed a sigh of relief, clasped his fists in salute, and instantly disappeared.
Hui Xizi sat cross-legged on a branch, listening to the unchanging sound of the wind in the mountains, and sighed softly, "It's going to be chaos."
Hui Xizi's voice was carried away by the wind, and no one heard it. But at this moment, someone in the White City also sighed: "I'm afraid this is going to be chaos."
"Brother, why do you say that? Anyway, this matter was not done by us. If he wants to come, let him come. Let's see what he can find out."
The shouting man strode into the tower, reeking of alcohol. Even the silk and satin he was wearing could not hide the shaking of his fat. His pair of small mung eyes glanced at everyone in the tower, with a gleam in his eyes, and his words were not as rough as his words.
Inside the Baiyu Tower standing in the center of Baicheng, there are fifteen stone tablets embedded in the ground, engraved with various patterns. The stone tablets are arranged in a semi-moon shape, surrounding the tower gate.
Before each stone tablet stood a stone table. Currently, only the lower right seat, facing the pagoda gate, was vacant. The wealthy, businessman-looking cultivator with green eyes took a few steps over and sat down. The others looked disdainful or resentful. Only Cheng Qing, the White Elm Pagoda's master, who had sighed and sat in the main seat, smiled helplessly at him. "This isn't something that can be dismissed with a simple explanation."
"The twelfth-floor master must be too busy with business on weekdays and overindulged in the caravan's feasts, so he didn't react." Feng Hu, who sat at the top seat to Cheng Qing's left, sarcastically said, "But if those thieves from the six alliances swallow up White City, you'll probably never receive the golden cakes and beauties from the caravan again."
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Xu Zhihui slammed the stone table and cursed at Fenghu. Fenghu sneered a few times. The tower master Chengqing was sandwiched in the middle, with a look of helplessness on his face.
"Third Floor Master, Twelfth Floor Master, please settle your personal grudges privately. Now is not the time for you to mess around here!"
Sixth Floor Master Du Yixi shouted, too lazy to bear witness to their mischief. She simply addressed Cheng Qing, "Tower Master, I'm afraid the looting of the trading house was staged by the six major alliance thieves, simply to justify their seizure of White City. They're well prepared, so we have to be on guard."
"What evidence do you have?" Xu Zhihui snorted. Du Yixi had just opened her mouth when Cheng Juen, the fourth-level master in charge of Puji Trading House, continued, "Our informants in Longlan City are reporting that the inventory has indeed been voluntarily surrendered by the trading houses under the six major alliances. Some even saw that the accompanying personnel were law enforcement guards from the six major alliances. If this wasn't a self-directed act, I'm afraid..."
Xu Zhihui was speechless, but his expression showed his dissatisfaction. However, Du Yixi and Cheng Juen spoke up one after another, and the other layer masters also voiced their support. They all believed that this was a trick played by the six major alliances to annex Baiyu Tower, and that their envoys should not be allowed to enter Baicheng.
There was a constant buzzing of voices within the tower. One floor master suggested taking the initiative: "The area around Longlan City is being severely disturbed by the demonic Buddha. Why don't we strike first and attack the Puji Trading House to seize control of the southern border in one fell swoop?"
"Doesn't this give the six major alliances an excuse to cause trouble?"
Feng Hu raised his eyebrows, stood up, and clenched his fists. "The envoys they sent may appear fair, but they are actually thieves. Their intentions are clear! Since we want to fight, why not just rip off the fig leaf and have a good fight!"
Several floor masters cheered for Feng Hu's words, and their fighting spirit was boiling.
"Yes! I've long been annoyed by their self-proclaimed orthodoxy!"
"Seize the initiative. Openly agree to allow those bandits to enter the country. Then send people to ambush them halfway and destroy their prestige first."
Seeing that the others had already sided with Feng Hu, Xu Zhihui suddenly poured cold water on them, saying, "Do you know who the six alliances have sent as envoys this time? I'm afraid you only know the number of people. They've sent over twenty Jindan-stage law enforcement guards, fifteen or sixteen Yuanying-stage worshippers, and a Lianxu-level master out of seclusion! Can you defeat them?"
The atmosphere inside the tower chilled. The White Elm Tower was a loose cultivator alliance. While its membership was numerous, including some in the Nascent Soul and Refining Void stages, they were often scattered and difficult to find. The White Elm Tower lacked a central hub like the Fuwen Tower or the Fuzhuan Tower for communication, so it was likely impossible to gather personnel on short notice.
The tower's highest-ranking cultivator is currently the tower master, Cheng Qing, who has reached the Great Perfection of Refining Void for decades without breaking through. The remaining fourteen floor masters, twelve of whom are lingering in the Nascent Soul stage, two of whom are only at the Golden Core stage. Among the fourteen floor masters, the highest-ranking cultivator is surprisingly Xu Zhihui, who advocates abstention from combat, but is only in the late Nascent Soul stage.
Aside from these fifteen, there were over sixty cultivators scattered throughout White City, either trading in the scattered markets or cultivating caves for retreat. Of these, only one was above the Golden Core stage. After all, most of these scattered cultivators were those who, despite not being accepted by the six major alliances, still aspired to embark on the path to immortality. Without the systematic guidance and training of the six major alliances, they lacked both talent and resources, making success even more difficult.
Feng Hu paused, then sharply questioned, "You only control the operations of the caravan. Even the fourth-level master who manages the trading house can't find out the information. How do you know so clearly?"
As soon as these words were spoken, even Cheng Qing, who had been sitting upright and smiling like a clay statue without any anger, lowered his eyelids and looked down at Xu Zhihui's fat face, trying to see something.
Facing Feng Hu's questioning, Xu Zhihui remained unfazed. He glanced at Feng Hu with disdain, then turned with difficulty and smiled at Cheng Qing, saying, "I, Old Xu, have fulfilled the trust you entrusted to me and have already negotiated the matter."
This was a vague and unclear statement, but Cheng Qing subconsciously leaned towards Xu Zhihui and asked in surprise, "Did you really reach an agreement with Master Fuhe? How did you find him?"
"Hey, I didn't drink with the caravan for nothing." Xu Zhihui glanced at Feng Hu with a smile, and said proudly, "A few days ago, I received a caravan of Forgetful Merchants returning from the Western Territory. The caravan leader sold me a hundred gold cakes. It turns out that the Ghost Market of the Paper Arts Sect, which is nowhere to be found, is right under the Vegetable Market!"
"I got the news and immediately led my men out of the city in secret, finding the Vegetable Market. Using an evil cultivator named Gulan as my agent, I contacted Master Fuhe. He promised that if we in Baicheng offered him elixirs in exchange, he would cast a spell to split the entire land of Baicheng into a city without a square, allowing him to travel through the air!"
Second update~
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