The stone Guess Uncle mentioned.
It was a top-grade chicken blood red stone.
It was as big as a thumb.
If it were to be auctioned off... it would be worth at least a hundred billion Zen Nation coins.
That is, hundreds of millions of Dragon Nation coins.
This amount of money, in the hands of anyone, could provide them with a worry-free life for the rest of their days.
Even Guess Uncle himself.
Guess Uncle has been in Three-Sided Slope for so many years, but he hasn't saved up a nine-figure fortune.
Why would Guess Uncle give away such a treasure?
He's a smart man.
“The value of a stone is given by people.”
Guess Uncle mumbled, placing the bright red stone into the brocade box.
He's a gray merchant.
He not only has connections with flour merchants but also runs several smuggling routes, employing many thugs and gunmen.
Simple money, for him, doesn't hold much significance.
Even if it's a nine-figure sum.
Furthermore, the gem needs to be taken out, cut, and auctioned.
It requires dodging the watchful eyes of many.
This whole process needs money.
The treasure belongs to the capable.
Guess Uncle believes that this gem, in his hands, will only bring trouble.
Like Wu Hai Shan, who killed the child and made the doctor's family disappear.
Didn't he obediently deliver the gem to him in exchange for resources?
For this tycoon who has been mixing in Three-Sided Slope.
Power is far more delicious than money.
He originally thought.
To give this hot potato to Ai Suo, the security officer of Hemp Bull Town.
And do cold chain business with him, selling and slaughtering cattle.
And use this to smuggle.
This way, he can get rid of the stone.
And also get an actual industry in return, to support his thugs.
But the news of the mysterious “Tai Master” changed his mind.
Give the stone to Ai Suo.
Ai Suo would also hand it over to the Great Zen Master or other Zen Nation dignitaries.
Then, it would be better to offer it to the ‘Master’ himself, as a gesture of goodwill.
…
Two days later.
Guess Uncle, accompanied by Shen Xing.
And his brother-in-law, Thin Dog, and his confidant, Dan Tuo.
Arrived at Chen Tai's bamboo loft.
At this moment.
The situation on Chen Tai's side has also undergone a drastic change.
The impact of his entry into the Qi Refinement stage was far more than just creating a Daoist soldier.
He previously taught Wu Meng and Su Su, two women, some of the Five Poisons Sect's methods.
On the one hand, he wanted the two women to cultivate a trace of true Qi, better assisting him in his cultivation.
On the other hand, he also entrusted the work of breeding poisonous insects to the two women.
Thirdly, he himself, Daoist soldier Bazigo, plus these two female slaves in the Pre-Breath stage.
They all used the puppet talismans that could only be drawn at the Qi Refinement stage.
Just right to control the dozen or so subordinates that Si Ye had sent over in succession.
It could be said that Bazigo's influence in Little Grinder was built like an iron bucket.
In the eyes of Guess Uncle and his entourage.
It appeared as if there were countless pairs of eyes watching them from the surrounding houses and the woods.
“Guess Uncle, I think the atmosphere is wrong, should we go back first?”
Dan Tuo, nervously, kept his hand on his waist and asked Guess Uncle with some worry.
But Guess Uncle simply glanced at him.
“Continuous thought, without interruption, body, speech, and mind, without weariness.”
“We're already at the door, turning back now, what do you do with the host?”
Dan Tuo, reprimanded by him, retreated to the side, meekly.
But the hand resting on his waist never came down.
Until, everyone saw Chen Tai.
“Guests, please have tea.”
Wu Meng was the one serving tea to Guess Uncle.
At this moment, this girl from a humble background had already changed into a gorgeous outfit.
Though her face was bare of makeup, it shone with a colorful radiance under the sunlight.
She looked both beautiful and dangerous.
She lightly clapped her hands.
Then, a few men, looking like puppets, appeared, each carrying a bowl of tea, handing it to Dan Tuo and the others.
For everyone, this sight was not just strange?
It was downright terrifying.
Only Guess Uncle remained impassive, as if he hadn't noticed anything unusual about these people.
He clasped his hands together, facing Chen Tai seated at the head: “Mingala ba.”
Chen Tai looked at him with a smile.
He suddenly asked: “Guess Uncle, you're not a local, are you?”
Guess Uncle smiled and replied: “Tai Master has sharp eyes. My father was from Guangdong Province of the Dragon Nation. He came here to collect medicinal herbs and settled here by chance.”
“Speaking of which, my mother wasn't a local either. She also came from the remnants of the Guangdong Western defeated soldiers.”
He thought and thought, then looked at Chen Tai's expression, “So, I'm also half a Dragon Nation person.”
“Hahahaha.” Chen Tai laughed loudly.
“Guess Uncle, you're not just half a Dragon Nation person? By that logic, you're a Dragon Nation person yourself. Come, let's drink to our homeland with tea instead of wine.”
With these words, those who were quick-witted would naturally understand.
Guess Uncle immediately smiled and raised his teacup, “Since we're all Dragon Nation people, why should Master be so polite? Just call me Na Cai.” (The TV series didn't say what to call him, so I just made up a name)
He said this and drank the steaming tea in one gulp.
To his surprise, this tea that looked steaming hot on the surface, at least 60 or 70 degrees, felt only 30 or 40 degrees at the moment it entered his mouth, just right for consumption.
Moreover, after entering his mouth, it slid down his throat, leaving a warm current in its wake. In an instant, all his fatigue seemed to be dispelled, and a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead.
“Good tea!” He couldn't help but exclaim.
Of course, it was good tea. It was the Five Poison Spirit Tea.
As long as you drink it every day, in time, even if you're bitten by a cobra, you'll only be left with a superficial wound.
Guess Uncle knew he had met a true master.
He immediately instructed his entourage to present their gifts.
But Chen Tai only glanced at those golden Buddhas and golden beads, worldly things.
He only focused his gaze on a brocade box.
Guess Uncle was accustomed to observing people's expressions, so he gave a flattering smile and gently opened the box.
“Master, please take a look, this is a top-grade chicken blood stone.”
It was indeed a top-grade chicken blood stone.
Chen Tai nodded with satisfaction.
Chicken blood stone, contains cinnabar, also known as vermilion.
Therefore, the color is as bright as blood.
It is already a treasure that can be used for refining weapons.
Moreover.
This chicken blood stone is not simple.
In Chen Tai's eyes.
‘One, two, three, four, five.’
‘A total of five vengeful spirits, two large and three small.’
Such a bloody gem, for the demon path, is even more valuable.
Chen Tai sighed, “Guess Uncle, quite a few people died for this stone, didn't they? Let me guess, five people, am I right?”
Guess Uncle took a deep breath.
“Master is wise.”
As far as he knew, there was a child who had his belly cut open and died, and the family of the doctor who performed the surgery on the child.
No more, no less, exactly five.
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