Chapter 2048: with translation of chapter title

Sending it over is absolutely impossible.

To be sure, the only reason Ye Zhangqing gave Wang Yu and them special treatment is that the Thieves' Sect actually dared to steal their treasury.

However, being stolen and voluntarily giving it away are worlds apart.

If it is theft, there is no doubt that one is the victim; but if one willingly hands over one's treasures, it becomes a matter of mutual consent.

Since one is actively giving precious treasures as gifts to others, how could one possibly have the face to go to Ye Zhangqing to argue and demand special treatment? Isn't such behavior self-contradictory?

Not long after, everyone present began to notice the serious problem with this proposal.

But one must say, this person's offhand remark was like a flash of inspiration, instantly opening up a new direction of thought for everyone.

Thus, the crowd quickly gathered together, chattering away as they discussed.

You spoke a word, I spoke a word, the atmosphere was unusually heated.

To everyone's delight, as time passed, they became more excited the more they talked, as if inspiration kept welling up.

As expected, hard work pays off; after a vigorous discussion, an excellent idea actually came into being.

Moreover, this freshly conceived method was not just a spur-of-the-moment idea; it was the result of repeated careful consideration and rigorous scrutiny by everyone.

The final conclusion was that no obvious loopholes or defects were found; it can be said to be nearly flawless.

I personally feel this plan is feasible; I don't know what you all think?

Someone spoke up first with their opinion, and then others quickly echoed.

Yeah, I also think there's nothing wrong with it.

Since that's the case, should we go ahead and do it?

After another brief silence, someone finally broke the deadlock, responding decisively.

Do it.

Just like that, when the full plan lay before them, everyone clenched their teeth without hesitation, resolved to act immediately.

The next morning, sunlight filtered through thin clouds, scattering over the town's streets and alleys.

Seeing those few people dressed in light hunting gear, carrying bows and packs, under the pretense of going into the mountains to hunt, they strode out of the bustling town with vigorous steps, heading toward the distant, endless Wuji Shanmai.

As for the exact location of the Dao One Immortal Sect, it had long been noised about in this town.

The reason is simple: this is the sect to which Ye Zhangqing belongs.

Everyone was curious and interested in it, and naturally became well acquainted with its whereabouts.

Thus, these few people encountered few obstacles in their search and easily arrived at the location of the Dao One Immortal Sect.

However, they did not rashly approach; instead, they spread out cautiously.

Each person carefully took out from their packs the various precious items they had prepared in advance, and cleverly placed them in various corners of the mountains and forests.

Some were openly placed under the lush trees; some were lightly set upon the ancient, worn stone steps; still others were simply laid beside the winding, twisting roads… In short, every sort of hiding spot was present.

Once all the treasures were positioned, these few quickly found a concealed spot to hide, lying in wait like seasoned hunters, eagerly awaiting the prey to take the bait.

At this moment, one of them lowered his voice and said.

We must first agree that whoever finds a treasure later gets to keep it, and afterward no one is allowed to go back on their word.

Upon hearing this, the others nodded in agreement, and another person replied with a smile.

Don't worry, how could I be someone who doesn't keep his word?

The earlier speaker joked.

Who knows?

This drew a burst of laughter from everyone, but soon they fell silent again, continuing to focus intently on their surroundings, patiently waiting for a disciple of the Dao One Immortal Sect to appear.

Time passed second by second, the sun gradually slanted westward, and before they knew it, half the day had gone by.

Although the long wait made them somewhat restless, these few never let down their guard, continuing to stare fixedly at the direction where the target might appear.

Just as the sun set and the light grew dim, the few hidden in the dark began to show signs of impatience.

However, at that very moment, a figure was seen walking slowly and unhurriedly toward the Dao One Immortal Sect.

The person wore a long robe as white as snow, which fluttered lightly in the breeze.

From afar, the figure appeared slightly slender, yet exuded a lively and ethereal air; upon closer look, one would see that the person's face was quite young, seemingly in the prime of youth.

And this young man in the white robe was none other than Ye Zhangqing's senior brother, Zhao Zhengping.

As it turned out, Zhao Zhengping had left the sect early that morning to go to the Wuji Shanmai for Xiūliàn.

It is well known that this mountain range is vast and its terrain rugged and complex, hiding countless potential dangers.

But for practitioners, this place is likewise an excellent Xiūliàn ground; Zhao Zhengping knew this well, so he chose to go out to painstakingly cultivate.

He Xiūliàn until sunset before returning; his journey there had been uneventful, with nothing out of the ordinary occurring.

But as he walked, Zhao Zhengping suddenly caught a glimpse of something glimmering with strange light beneath a large tree ahead.

With a hint of curiosity, he quickened his steps to go see what it was.

Upon approaching and taking a look, in the next second Zhao Zhengping was stunned, his eyes wide open, as if he could not believe what he saw.

It turned out that lying beneath that tree was a treasure gourd emitting a mysterious purple-gold light.

He bent down, carefully cradling the purple-gold treasure gourd in his palms to examine it closely.

As he examined it further, he was astonished to discover that this treasure gourd was no ordinary object; the powerful aura it emitted and the faint immortal spirit flowing within clearly indicated that it was indeed a rare fairy artifact.

However, just as Zhao Zhengping was overjoyed at unexpectedly obtaining such a precious fairy artifact, a flicker of doubt crossed his mind.

One must know that this place is a desolate wilderness rarely visited by people, surrounded only by trees and rocks; how could such a priceless fairy artifact appear out of nowhere?

Could it be that fairy artifacts could grow here like crops?

Thinking this, Zhao Zhengping unconsciously lifted his head and began to scan the surroundings, trying to see if any other figures were lurking nearby.

But after searching for a long time, he still saw not a single person.

Seeing Zhao Zhengping holding the purple-gold gourd, looking left and right, yet refusing to put it away, the few hidden in the dark became so anxious they were about to reveal themselves.

Take it, just hold it—what are you looking around for? There's no one around; just put it in your pocket.

Several people were frightened to death by Zhao Zhengping.

But they didn't realize that, if one were to speak of who within the Dao One Immortal Sect still possesses righteous integrity, it would undoubtedly be Zhao Zhengping, and there is no second.

Zhao Zhengping is simply like a beam of light within the Dao One Immortal Sect, illuminating the darkness.

As a person of righteous integrity, how could he possibly take others' belongings? So, after looking around, under the incredulous gazes of those few people hiding in the dark...

All that was seen was Zhao Zhengping putting the Purple Gold Gourd back in its original place, then turning and leaving.