Chapter 141: Tower Master (Thanks to book friend Xia Yixiao for the support)

Liu Sheng of the Axe Gang's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said, "Long Laoda, I feel that what Boss Jiang said makes sense. Why don't we gather our elites tonight and launch a sneak attack on Meng Yifan's soldiers?"

"Visibility is poor at night, which is unfavorable for them to use firearms. As long as we get close, with the skills of our brothers, we will definitely be able to crush those green recruits who aren't even Martial Artists."

Long Guxing pondered for a moment, shook his head, and said, "You two don't know the process of how Meng Yifan defeated the Divine Machine Battalion. As far as I know, Meng Yifan has a group of ghost soldiers and ghost generals in his hands, and their combat power is very strong."

"Night is unfavorable for ordinary soldiers to use firearms, but it is favorable for that group of ghost soldiers and ghost generals to fight. If we take advantage of the night to launch a sneak attack, we might end up losing more than we gain."

Liu Sheng was greatly shocked and asked, "Ghost soldiers and ghost generals? Could it be that Meng Yifan is a mysterious and unfathomable Immortal Master? Capable of driving gods and summoning ghosts?"

Long Guxing pondered for a moment and said, "According to my observations, there is no Spirit Power fluctuation on Meng Yifan. He should not be an Immortal Master. That he can command ghost soldiers and ghost generals must rely on that Ghost Head Blade Dharma Artifact."

Liu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he said, "Hey, Long Laoda, if we snatch the Ghost Head Blade Dharma Artifact, doesn't that mean we can also control the ghost soldiers and ghost generals?"

What Liu Sheng could think of, Long Guxing could naturally think of as well. He had long regarded that Ghost Head Blade Dharma Artifact as something already in his pocket. If Liu Sheng also wanted to snatch it, he would let Liu Sheng know why the three of them had to take him, Long Guxing, as their leader.

Long Guxing gave Liu Sheng a meaningful look, which made Liu Sheng shiver uncontrollably. Liu Sheng and Jiang Tian had both been dealt with by Long Guxing and knew well how terrifying Long Guxing was. He hurriedly said, "Long Laoda, don't misunderstand. Our Three Great Gangs are of one mind; you are our big brother. Even if we snatch the Ghost Head Blade Dharma Artifact, it will definitely be for you to use."

Long Guxing let out a cold snort, considering Liu Sheng tactful.

Jiang Tian was a bit impatient. He didn't care who used the Ghost Head Blade; it wouldn't be his turn to touch it anyway. He just wanted to find Meng Yifan now to take revenge.

"Long Laoda, this won't work, that won't work. Are we, the Three Great Gangs, just going to let that brat Meng Yifan bully us?"

Long Guxing took a sip of tea and laughed, "Old Jiang, don't panic. Aren't those unruly people shouting that Meng Yifan is the 'Blue Sky Great Official' who acts for the people? Saying we bully them? Extort protection fees? Fine. We won't collect protection fees anymore, but grain prices will rise—directly double them. We'll earn the protection fees back from this price difference."

Liu Sheng was stunned for a moment and said, "Grain is currently one tael of silver for two catties of rice. If it doubles again, that's one tael of silver for one catty of rice. I reckon many people won't be able to afford it."

Long Guxing slowly used the tea lid to push aside the emerald green tea leaves, then took a small sip, savored it carefully, and only then said slowly, "If they can't afford it, they won't buy it. Let their 'Blue Sky Great Official' open the granaries and distribute grain. Isn't Meng Yifan distributing porridge to provide disaster relief outside the city? If he can feed the refugees outside the city, surely he can feed the residents inside the city. Let Meng Yifan have a headache."

Jiang Tian slapped his thigh and laughed, "Old Long, this move is brilliant! Without shedding blood, you've made Meng Yifan miserable. Haha, when the common people have no grain to eat, let's see who else is hungry and still shouting that Meng Yifan is a 'Blue Sky Great Official'."

Long Guxing said, "Just wait. There will be a time when Meng Yifan comes begging us in a low voice."

Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong walked into Wanxiang Tower. The commotion on the street just now had been so loud that the manager of Wanxiang Tower had also been alarmed. Seeing Meng Yifan and Meng Dayong walk in, the first-floor manager hurriedly came over with a fawning smile.

Meng Yifan was very clear about the layout of Wanxiang Tower. The first floor sold cultivation techniques and martial arts manuals, but these techniques and manuals were all Yellow Grade.

Meng Yifan was already a Third Grade Martial Artist and looked down on these techniques and manuals somewhat. What he was now eager to obtain was the Condensing Qi into Steel Secret Technique, or techniques and manuals of Mysterious Grade or higher. These precious techniques were not available on the first floor.

The second floor of Wanxiang Tower sold Pills, the third floor sold weapons, and the fourth floor was an auction house. It was said that if there were truly good things, they would all be auctioned in the auction house. Unfortunately, Wanxiang Tower had not held an auction for some time.

As for the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, that was where the mysterious and unfathomable Tower Master practiced and lived, and it was not open to the public.

Meng Yifan had come to Wanxiang Tower this time to find the Tower Master, to see if he could find an Immortal Cultivation Technique or a method for Condensing Qi into Steel.

"Please report that I wish to visit the Wanxiang Tower Tower Master; I have important matters to discuss," Meng Yifan said.

The shopkeeper on the first floor was surnamed Huang. He said with some difficulty, "Lord Meng, I am truly sorry. Our Tower Master began closed-door cultivation a month ago. Before he went into seclusion, he instructed that no matter what happens, we are not to disturb him."

Meng Yifan was stunned for a moment. He didn't know if the Wanxiang Tower Tower Master was truly in closed-door cultivation or if he just didn't want to see him. If the Tower Master was truly in closed-door cultivation, that would be a bit troublesome.

Whether it is a Martial Artist or an Immortal Cultivator, one cannot be disturbed during closed-door cultivation; otherwise, at best, one's efforts will be wasted, and at worst, one will suffer a cultivation deviation.

Moreover, the time for closed-door cultivation is an unknown variable. It is possible to come out after a few days, or it is possible not to come out for several years.

Meng Yifan had too many enemies. He had a lingering sense of crisis and did not know when the next battle would break out, so he was eager to improve his strength as quickly as possible. Naturally, he did not want to keep waiting for the Tower Master to come out of seclusion.

However, knowing that the Wanxiang Tower Tower Master was in closed-door cultivation, if Meng Yifan were to force his way up to see the Tower Master, he would completely offend the person. Unless absolutely necessary, Meng Yifan did not want to do that.

"Since that is the case, then I will trouble the shopkeeper to tell him that I had matters to see him once the Tower Master comes out of seclusion," Meng Yifan said.

Shopkeeper Huang smiled and said, "Lord Meng, please rest assured. Once our Tower Master comes out of seclusion, I will inform him immediately."

Just as Meng Yifan was preparing to leave in disappointment, a wave of Spiritual Power emanated from the fifth floor of Wanxiang Tower, and the window screens around the first-floor lobby moved without wind.

Meng Yifan was startled. Just now, he felt that Spiritual Power sweep across his body, as if it had seen through his internal organs clearly.

"What powerful Spiritual Power," Meng Yifan thought with secret alarm. He had also used the Luolong County Great Seal to mobilize a large amount of Spiritual Power.

But that Spiritual Power was drawn from the Subjects who were loyal to him. Gathered together, it appeared very powerful, but it was numerous yet impure. However, the Spiritual Power just now was emitted by a single person, appearing even purer and more condensed.

"Heh! Clearly the aptitude is trash, and the cultivation technique practiced is also very average, yet the physical fitness reached the limit of a Second Grade Martial Artist before breaking through to Third Grade. Interesting, truly interesting." A weathered voice suddenly rang in Meng Yifan's ears, which gave him a great shock.