Chapter 1237

"Master, since you're so rich, why do you still want to join the Thieves' Gate?" Fang Ning didn't understand, "Is it a hobby?"

Fang Ning had never been rich, but he had heard that rich people, feeling bored, often did things that ordinary people couldn't understand.

The Thief King sighed: "It's not a hobby at all. I was the Thief King first, and only later was I forced to become the chairman of the merchants' guild."

"What do you mean?" Fang Ning didn't understand.

"You should have heard plenty of my master's legends; I won't bother telling you about the first half of my life."

"Mm-hmm." As a member of the Thieves' Gate, who hasn't heard of the Thief King's legend?

Legends like "Night Raid on the Imperial Palace," "Stealing Heaven and Replacing the Sun," and "Seal of Mysterious Traces" are countless, but ever since the Thief King declared he would go to the headquarters of the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild to steal, there has been no word from him, and no one has heard anything about the Thief King since.

"At that time I had entered the Tribulation Transcendence stage, full of pride and arrogance, thinking that nowhere in the world was inaccessible, and nothing could not be stolen."

"Especially after I successfully infiltrated the Great Xia Imperial Palace and escaped successfully, I didn't even put anyone in my eyes. In fact, before I stole anything, I would announce it openly; those forces would take strict precautions, but they could do nothing against me, only able to watch helplessly as I stole their things."

"There is a rule in the Thieves' Gate ancestral teachings: as a member of the Thieves' Gate, one is forbidden to act against the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild."

"At that time I was already the number one divine thief in the world, and I didn't take the ancestral teachings to heart."

"Then I sneaked into the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild to steal something, and I ran into an old man."

"Who is this old man?"

Speaking of this, the Thief King couldn't help but cover his face; this was probably the most embarrassing and unlucky thing in his life: "The Thief Ancestor."

"After he earned the title of Thief Ancestor, he washed his hands in a golden basin and retired, founding the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild."

"If I had known the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild was his property, I would have had to be brain-damaged to go there to steal!"

Fang Ning: "..."

One can imagine the master's feelings.

The master's skills are all things the Thief Ancestor played with and left behind; stealing under the Thief Ancestor's very nose is purely showing off one's skills before a master.

No wonder the Thieves' Gate ancestral teachings forbid acting against the Landing Silver Merchants' Guild; it turns out this was a rule left by the Thief Ancestor.

"The Thief Ancestor saw that I was a malleable talent, so he let me become the chairman, managing the guild for him."

"So that's how it is……Wait, Master, isn't the Thief Ancestor a figure from sixty thousand years ago? How is he still alive now?"

Can someone in the Tribulation Transcendence stage live this long?

"Of course someone in the Tribulation Transcendence stage can't live this long, but the problem is that he is a half-immortal, and even grasps the embryonic form of the Speed Dao Fruit."

Every time the Thief King thinks of the Thief Ancestor grasping the embryonic form of the Speed Dao Fruit, he wants to bang his head against the wall.

He is indeed skilled in speed, no doubt, but no matter how skilled in speed, can he be faster than the embryonic form of the Speed Dao Fruit?

My own speed, in front of the Thief Ancestor, is no different from slow motion.

"What is the embryonic form of the Dao Fruit?"

"I've said too much to you; your realm is not high enough, and saying too much can easily lead to overambition. First, honestly learn my skills to perfection before we talk further."

……

"We've been constables for a month now; calculating the time, it's about time for ghosts to show up, right?" Meng Jingzhou stood guard at his post, patrolling Quyi County.

Although the two constables followed the Bone Barbarians to rise to the prefecture, they still did not forget their original aspirations and persisted in patrolling the streets.

"Do you think it's possible that the ghosts were originally in the graveyard, and then were eaten as snacks by the female zombie?" Lu Yang speculated.

"No way, do zombies have a habit of eating little ghosts?"

"I don't know, that's why I'm asking you; I don't understand zombies either."

"Why not wait until after work and go ask the Corpse-Raising Sect about the female zombie?"

"Okay."

The two were talking when Lu Yang suddenly made a hand gesture; Meng Jingzhou, being tactful, closed his mouth and switched to sending sound via divine sense.

"What's wrong?"

Lu Yang pointed ahead at the street: "There's a situation."

The midnight street was empty of people, but not far from them, several blurry figures stood in pairs or threes, exchanging words.

Meng Jingzhou froze, seeing those figures reveal expressions of doubt.

"Are they ghosts? No, that's not right; if there were ghosts, I should be able to feel their yin energy, but I feel nothing at all."

Meng Jingzhou is most sensitive to yin and yang energies, yet he completely felt no aura from those few people.

Could it be that the other party is neither human nor ghost?

The two felt this matter was unusual, put away their playful minds, concealed their auras, and quietly approached those few figures.

"The ritual is about to be completed; at this critical moment, you guys must not mess up."

"My lord, rest assured; we handle affairs, you still don't trust us? Absolutely no problems will occur."

"Then that's good."

Lu Yang and the two heard their conversation and felt somewhat puzzled; what ritual?

"What kind of people are you?" Lu Yang and the two dropped their concealment technique, frowned, and asked these people.

But these people seemed to have completely not seen Lu Yang and the two, continuing to talk to themselves as before.

Lu Yang reached out to touch these people; his arm passed straight through them, visible but untouchable.

"What is this situation? A phantom?" Meng Jingzhou frowned; having traveled south and north for so many years, he had truly never encountered such a situation before.

Lu Yang shook his head: "No, don't forget what my cultivation method is; a phantom could not possibly deceive me."

Although he said so, Lu Yang also didn't know what this situation was.

It was as if these few people were not here at all.

"Immortal Maiden, what is this situation?" Lu Yang could only admit his own lack of experience and seek help from the Immortal Maiden of Longevity.

"This, this is a spatial projection." The Immortal Maiden of Longevity indeed knew the reason.

"A spatial projection?"

"If a crack forms in space, and someone inside that space happens to be standing right at the crack, part of their projection will appear."

"Their true bodies are in another space, so of course you can't touch them."

"Are space projections rare?" Lu Yang calculated how many secret realms he had passed through and how many spaces he had seen; his Azure Edge Sword even came with a small space of its own, and he had never encountered a space projection before.

The Immortal Maiden nodded: "Very rare. Even I have seen it only a few times."

Lu Yang was startled—this was indeed rare.

"It mainly happens only in unstable spaces with cracks, and the instability comes from the cultivator who built the space being unskilled."

"Usually cultivators know their own strength—whether they are good at the Dao of Space or not. Those who are good build spaces; those who are not, do not."

"It's rare for someone who doesn't know their own level to dare to build a space so recklessly."

"The barbarian boy's 'haunting' is probably just a space projection, and it has been appearing for four months."

"Four months have passed, and the owner of the space still doesn't know there's a crack—you can imagine what level they are at."

The few people in the space projection were still talking.

"Don't worry, the formal ceremony will definitely go smoothly—look, we simulate it every month, we've done it four times already, and every time it's been very successful, right?"

Lu Yang: "..."

I think your simulations aren't very successful.

(End of Chapter)