Chapter 142

Following the crowd leaving the city, the few of them successfully exited the city gate.

Not far from the city gate was a curved harbor.

Dozens of fishing boats of various sizes were docked in the harbor.

It was breakfast time, and wisps of smoke rose above the fishing boats, drifting away with the wind.

The jailer led the group, turned right, walked two or three hundred steps, and arrived in front of a fishing boat.

This boat was about six or seven meters long and two or three meters wide, with a low mast standing in the center, on which hung a patched cloth sail.

A dim oil lamp hung at the bow of the boat, and an old man with ragged clothes and white hair sat cross-legged on the deck, constantly stuffing black flour paste into his mouth.

Seeing the jailer leading people over, the old man immediately stood up and climbed down the boat along the gunwale.

He wiped his mouth with his sleeve, revealing a mouthful of black teeth, and a smile spread across his face.

"This official, everything has been prepared according to your instructions. Let me serve you and your guests as you board the boat."

Just as his voice fell, a shout came from the city gate: "Don't let the wanted criminals escape."

Immediately following, a large group of people poured out of the city gate and rushed toward the pier.

"Damn it, let's go quickly."

The jailer gave a soft cry and was the first to climb onto the fishing boat.

The group scrambled and hurriedly climbed onto the boat.

Before they could sit steady, the old man untied the mooring ropes and lowered the sail.

The sea breeze blew, the sail billowed, and the fishing boat slowly left the pier and sailed toward the sea.

Watching the pier gradually recede, Zhang Xingyu let out a long breath.

They had finally escaped.

The fishing boat sailed forward.

An orange-red halo appeared where the water met the sky.

This halo grew wider and brighter, gradually dyeing the sky with a layer of gold.

Before long, a red sun shyly poked its head out.

Perhaps tired of the constraints of the night, it jumped out of the sea with all its might, emitting a dazzling light.

Thus, the sky was filled with ten thousand rays of rosy light, and the sea surface glittered with gold.

Zhang Xingyu was intoxicated for a moment.

If Tang Yunxi were here, she would definitely love this beautiful sunrise and the brilliant rosy light on the sea.

In the future, if there is a chance, he must recommend it to her.

No, he must bring her to see it.

Sunrise, a small boat, a beauty—what a wonderful picture.

Zhang Xingyu was lost in thought when the jailer's hoarse voice interrupted his reverie.

"Hey, I'm talking to you, kid. We're already on the sea now, hurry up and tell me the location of the island and take me to find the treasure." The jailer shouted at Zhang Xingyu.

"Easy, easy, the island is right ahead, just keep going forward." Zhang Xingyu replied.

The island, the treasure—these were all things he had fabricated; there was no such thing.

The fishing boat continued to sail forward.

Mo Guang sat silently at the bow of the boat, secretly nursing his heartbreak.

The two little ones held onto the gunwale, splashing water with their hands, playing happily.

After half an hour, the jailer asked again: "Kid, why haven't we seen the island yet?"

"Soon, soon, it's right ahead." Zhang Xingyu continued to bluff.

Perhaps the heavens were looking after him.

Not long after, a small island indeed appeared in their field of vision.

This island was a mile in circumference, and there was a small mountain on it, covered with lush green trees.

A smile appeared on the jailer's face.

As soon as the fishing boat approached the beach, he was the first to jump into the water.

Fortunately, the seawater was not deep, only reaching his chest.

"Quick, take me there."

Under his repeated urging, Zhang Xingyu had no choice but to jump into the sea as well.

Zhang Xingyu thought to himself: Now I can only take it one step at a time.

Leaving Zhang Kaixin and the little fatty, who were clamoring to go along, on the boat, Zhang Xingyu took Mo Guang and the jailer and swam toward the island.

Upon reaching the island, he saw that it was overgrown with shrubs, and a small path extended from the beach all the way to the mountain.

This was a dirt road, and there were strings of footprints on it, indicating that someone had walked on this path before.

The jailer pondered for a moment, took out a short knife from his waist, and gestured for Zhang Xingyu and the other to lead the way in front.

The mountain was not high, and the road was not long.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the three of them arrived at the end of the road.

At the end of the road was a smooth stone wall, which looked like a huge mirror from afar.

Below the stone wall, there was a cave.

The cave was deep and dark, with no end in sight.

No way, there really is a cave.

Seeing the cave, the jailer was overjoyed.

"Quick, take me inside." The jailer said urgently.

"We've arrived at the place, we have other things to do, you can go and collect the treasure yourself." Zhang Xingyu replied.

"No, you must take me." The jailer brandished the short knife in his hand.

After entering the cave and walking a distance inside, a huge stone door blocked their way.

A giant dragon with bared fangs and brandished claws was carved on the stone door, and the giant dragon held a shining dragon pearl in its mouth.

Seeing the stone door, a fanatical look appeared on the jailer's face.

He kept muttering to himself: "I'm going to get rich, I'm going to get very rich."

Zhang Xingyu was also very surprised to see the stone door.

This is too much of a coincidence.

Could this really be the place where the robbers stored their treasure?

Beside him, Mo Guang stared at the giant dragon on the stone door, muttering: "Dragon God, it's the Dragon God."

Zhang Xingyu felt that these two were somewhat mentally deranged.

He pondered for a moment, then said softly to the stone door: "Stone door, open."

The stone door did not move at all.

"Sesame, open."

The stone door still did not move.

Seeing that Zhang Xingyu had recited the password twice and the stone door hadn't opened, the jailer couldn't help but be very anxious.

"What's going on?"

"Is the password wrong?"

"Try another one."

"Okay."

Thus, Zhang Xingyu began to recite the password again.

"Potato, open."

"Sweet potato, open."

"Watermelon, open..."

After shouting a long string of passwords, the stone door just wouldn't budge.

Beside him, the jailer's eyes turned red, and the short knife in his hand was trembling.

Looking at that appearance, if the stone door didn't open, the knife in his hand would stab over.

Damn it, you rotten stone door.

Zhang Xingyu kicked the door, and the stone door opened in response.

Inside the door, golden light flashed.

Gold, silver, jade, jewelry, and agate filled the entire cave.

Alibaba's treasure?

Zhang Xingyu was stunned.

It took him a long time to come back to his senses.

Holy cow, it really is a treasure cave.

"I'm rich, I'm rich..."

The jailer shouted and rushed in.

Immediately following, Mo Guang also walked in.

Zhang Xingyu walked into the door and saw the jailer frantically loading gold coins.

Mo Guang's eyes were red and drool was flowing, but he didn't make a move.

Zhang Xingyu was a bit strange.

He asked Mo Guang: "Isn't your Jiaolong clan very greedy for money? Why don't you go and load some gold and silver jewelry?"

Mo Guang shook his head: "The Dragon God's treasure cannot be taken; it belongs only to the Dragon God. Taking the Dragon God's treasure will result in punishment."

While they were talking here, the jailer had already started taking off his clothes.

His pockets couldn't hold any more, so he used his clothes as a bag.

The golden light inside the cave flickered, gradually dyeing his body with a faint layer of gold.

This gold became thicker and thicker, and the jailer's body became stiffer and stiffer.

Finally, he turned into a statue of a man made of pure gold.

Vaguely, the sound of "I'm rich, I'm rich" could still be heard coming from his mouth.

Damn, this treasure really can't be taken.

Zhang Xingyu hurriedly threw away the handful of gold coins in his hand.

Just at this moment, a hoarse voice rang out in the air.

"Do you want to get rich?" This voice echoed in Mo Guang's ears.

"I want to." Mo Guang replied.

"As long as you become my servant, all the gold and silver jewelry here will be yours." The voice tempted.

"Who are you?" Mo Guang asked.

"I am the almighty Master Qian." The voice said.

"Screw you, Master Qian, you want me to serve you? Not a chance." Mo Guang cursed.

The voice fell silent.

After a moment, it rang out in Zhang Xingyu's ears again.

"Do you want to get rich?"

"I want to."

"As long as you become my servant, all the gold and silver jewelry here will be yours."

"Not interested, in the Cultivation Realm, these mundane things are all trash."

The voice was speechless.