Chapter 576: Appraising Treasures (4400 added, seventh update, requesting subscriptions)

Tianma Cheng.

In the west of the city, there is a small gang named the "White Snake Gang."

This "White Snake Gang" has been established for several decades, occupying the profits of a small city district, and mingling among a crowd of small gangs, it is not particularly conspicuous.

The only thing that is surprising is that its structure is extremely stable, and it has never experienced a single internal rebellion.

Furthermore, over these decades, there have been several dangers of invasion by powerful external forces, yet they were resolved unknowingly.

This let other forces in Tianma Cheng know that there must be some powerful person or powerful organization hidden behind the "White Snake Gang," and it is not to be trifled with!

……

Creak!

"Those items have indeed been stored in the warehouse all along, filling up a large room. Please, Venerable Master, follow this old woman..."

Bai Laotaijun's form of address changed again, seemingly representing some subtle shift.

In any case, according to Aaron's own estimation.

Now, it is probably fine.

"Greetings... Qinglong Laoda!"

Bai Laotaijun looked at this scene, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Aaron noticed that as soon as he said these words, Bai Laotaijun's expression became dazed again.

From the corridor, a person in green robes wearing a Dragon Head Mask walked out slowly.

"So many years have passed, why have you never contacted me?"

'Fortunately, panning for gold in the sand, at least I didn't come away empty-handed...'

With white hair and leaning on a cane, Bai Laotaijun was squinting her eyes, enjoying the sun comfortably.

And for this person to be able to pass through the heavy guards of the White Snake Gang to arrive here, the height of his martial arts and the subtlety of his movement techniques were simply inconceivable!

Aaron was noncommittal, following behind Bai Laotaijun.

At this moment, she seemed to think again of the years spent falling into the brothel, the White Dragon Envoy... and that night battle!

This iron-cast leaf was only the size of a child's palm, not light in weight, with some damage to the edges, like a toy.

Bai Laotaijun was stunned for a moment before bowing in a salute.

Those miscellaneous things, back then, one didn't know if they were real or fake, and it could be certain that most of them were fake.

"Forget it..."

The surrounding scenery suddenly became dim; whether it was the Peach Wood Sword, the wooden fish, or the portraits... all of them lost their original luster.

After pulling open the iron door, inside were rows of warehouses, among which were boxes of gold and silver, likely the treasury of the White Snake Gang.

For example, a broken Peach Wood Sword, a dilapidated wooden fish, an ancient painting without a signature...

The Venerable Master was older than her; at this time, he was probably already...

Bai Laotaijun, who was Yu Xuanwei after changing her name, had a trace of sorrow appear on her wrinkled face.

Those two gang members left in a hurry, and only then did Bai Laotaijun take a golden key from her sleeve and open the iron door.

When people get old, they always easily recall things from their youth.

Bai Laotaijun respectfully invited Aaron to walk into the innermost warehouse.

Aaron secretly pinched a Dharma seal and activated the "Spirit Eye Technique."

And on those wooden shelves were placed some things that looked like junk.

This secret vault was right inside the Bai Family mansion.

Aaron's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of faint light.

"You don't need to worry about whether I am Qinglong Laoda..."

Besides that, the long pre-casting time for performing spells was also a big problem.

"Venerable Master?!"

In the residence of the White Snake Gang leader, the head of the Bai Family.

Other than that, there was nothing... nothing...

"Please, Venerable Master."

This entire warehouse, hundreds of miscellaneous items... were all trash!

Even though he had been mentally prepared, Aaron could not help but sigh inwardly; it seemed he had been a sucker many times back then.

Aaron waved his hand: "What about those 'immortal items' of unknown authenticity collected by the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce back then? Take me to see them."

"Even a Spirit Refining Martial Artist cannot escape the cycle of birth, aging, sickness, and death?"

Just as she was feeling sad, she suddenly looked at a corridor nearby: "Who is it that has come to play a joke on this old woman?"

The real Qinglong Laoda was probably already dead of old age.

In Bai Laotaijun's heart, an ominous thought emerged.

Just this one move alone let Bai Laotaijun know: "This person... cannot be fought!"

Bai Laotaijun's expression changed drastically; she stood up abruptly and then gripped her cane tightly: "No... you are not the Venerable Master!"

Even the weakest Qi Refining Early Stage Immortal Cultivator, if prepared in advance, first casting a defensive spell like a "Golden Light Shield," and then attacking a Transformation Energy Martial Master, would have a high chance of winning, almost a crushing victory!

Of course, if an Immortal Cultivator is caught off guard, without having prepared a Magic Tool or spell for self-defense in advance, and is ambushed by a Martial Master, the outcome is often miserable.

The two combined, seamless and perfect.

She stretched out her hand, full of wrinkles and age spots, and tremblingly took the half-coin, then took the other half-coin from the pendant on her own neck.

It must be said that with his cultivation at the first level of the "Hunyuan Art," his Dharma Power was truly limited; after casting a spell once or twice, it was gone...

This day.

As the handler and custodian, she was very clear about the origins of these things.

But perhaps there are also pearls cast into the sea!

After Aaron learned the "Spirit Eye Technique," he could discern spiritual light and would no longer fail to recognize what he saw, which was why he remembered it again.

Bai Laotaijun led Aaron to an underground entrance and waved her hand to dismiss the two gang members guarding the door.

"Venerable Master..."

"Besides that... those dangerous places explored previously might be gathering spots for Immortal Cultivators, such as sects or markets... I may investigate them thoroughly once I have achieved success in immortal cultivation in the future."

However, at that time, Aaron was merely a mortal with flesh eyes and could not distinguish the gold in the sand.

Then, from a pile of miscellaneous items in the corner, he dug out an unremarkable iron-cast leaf.

This large coin was enveloped in Dharma Power, as if suspended in mid-air by a string, flying extremely slowly toward Bai Laotaijun.

But if he were not the Venerable Master, how would he know this place? How would he know that the White Snake Gang is the true successor of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce after its golden cicada sloughed its shell?!

He picked out the piece with the most wretched appearance; in his eyes at this moment, the interior of this piece of jade seemed to have azure water ripples flowing within, clearly not an ordinary item.

These were all the harvests of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce back in the day.

This is an accurate judgment that can only be given by someone involved in both the professions of Immortal Cultivator and Martial Master!

"Lead the way!"

A large number of wooden shelves were placed inside the warehouse, and a musty odor permeated the air.

Aaron went to a corner and opened a box, which was filled with various types of jade.

There were also a few pieces of mutton-fat jade pendants and other items that looked very precious.

He reached into his bosom and tossed out half a large coin.

Aaron changed to another gentle and mellow voice: "White Dragon Envoy, do you still recognize the token of the Qingyun Chamber of Commerce?"

Then he would have to sit in meditation and regulate his breath for a long time before he could slowly recover.

Seeing that the Venerable Master did not take the supposedly famous sword of "Qingxuan Daoren" or the wooden fish of "Liaokong Heshang," but only took two unremarkable items, she could not help but feel a bit strange.

Bai Laotaijun gazed at that familiar back, endured and endured, but finally could not hold back, kneeling down and sobbing uncontrollably: "Venerable Master... is it truly you, my elder, standing before me?!"

(End of this chapter)