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Chapter 65 - 65 65 The Immortal's Tomb a Land of Fortune and Caves of Heaven

65: Chapter 65: The Immortal’s Tomb, a Land of Fortune and Caves of Heaven 65: Chapter 65: The Immortal’s Tomb, a Land of Fortune and Caves of Heaven Wang Yunxiao had not originally planned to bring people to the banquet.

After all, it seemed somewhat improper to show up with an entourage when someone else is treating you to a meal.

But he had no choice.

Eryang, that fool, had spent all his money, and now all he had left in his pocket was that single silver coin Director Qin had given him previously, which he still needed to go to the tavern to settle his tab with.

When you’re poor, your ambitions shrink, and when the horse is thin, its hair grows longer.

When your pockets are cleaner than your face, your face becomes your last cash.

Third Master Ding was pouring Wang Yunxiao a drink with a big smile, while Wang Yunxiao held his cup and watched him silently with a sidelong glance.

If today Third Master Ding couldn’t provide a satisfactory explanation, Wang Yunxiao would dare to let Youtiao and the others order a feast of eight large bowls.

All to be charged to Third Master Ding’s account, eat him out of house and home.

“Young Hero Wang is truly a young hero, able to gather so many brothers under his command, able to carve out a piece of the world wherever he goes.”

Third Master Ding lifted his cup with an ingratiating smile, “We’ve come to blows before, but it’s an honor to have you join us for this feast.

Brothers, let’s take a drink first, then we can chat leisurely.”

Wang Yunxiao raised an eyebrow, “Third Master, we can drink at any time, but the way you’re hemming and hawing makes me somewhat confused.

Is there something unspeakable you have to beat around the bush for?”

Third Master Ding sighed, “It’s a long story…”

Third Master Ding, a well-known Fengshui Master in Nantong District, not only provided Fengshui consultations but also managed various funerary businesses.

This profession, though not guaranteeing vast wealth and high status, at least required specialized skills and was a monopolized trade.

Even a mere unqualified apprentice, as long as he had some tact and could speak well, could ensure alcohol and meat for every meal, all year round.

With the reputation of someone like Third Master Ding, who had developed an extensive network of private clientele over the decades, it was no issue for him to afford a large house with multiple courtyards, take several concubines, and support dozens of idlers.

As the saying goes, no one asks after the poor on the streets, but the rich have distant relatives even if they reside in remote mountains.

When you have money, fame, and power, you can’t avoid associating with all walks of life and friends short on cash and inevitably step into the muddy waters of the Jianghu World.

When someone’s pockets are empty, they won’t care too much about saving face.

Wang Yunxiao is like this, and many friends in the Green Forest World are much the same.

Not long ago, Third Master Ding encountered such a nameless friend.

An upstart from who knows where, who upon opening his mouth, dismissed Third Master Ding’s decrepit state and asked if he wanted to be part of a major deal.

This trick is as old as time.

During the Spring and Autumn Warring States period, there were those who would seek an audience with a lord, and without a preamble, would blurt out, “You’re a fool, you’re going to die!”

Once they had frightened the lord, they would then sit down and tout their own resumes, boasting of their accomplishments.

The routine hadn’t changed in thousands of years.

Third Master Ding himself was well-versed in this tactic; when visiting someone to examine Fengshui, he would enter with a frown and a troubled expression, scaring the homeowner before selling his comprehensive Fengshui and fortune-transforming services.

Of course, he was not fooled by this friend’s tactics, but he was a little interested in the so-called big deal.

Since ancient times, no one has become wealthy without some external windfall, just as a horse does not get fat without grazing at night.

It was natural for Third Master Ding not to have lofty moral integrity.

As long as the conditions were right, he didn’t particularly care whether something was legal or illegal.

The key issue was whether he could bear the risks involved.

It’s important for a person to know their own limitations.

You think I’d join you in robbing a bank?

You must be mad!

Of course, those who really did big deals were also cautious, and when recruiting accomplices for a standard Pacific Bank job, they’d need someone who could drive steadily, shoot accurately, pick locks swiftly…

Are they full enough to pull in a Fengshui Master like you for no reason?

If they came to seek him out, it was clear they must have had some use for him.

And sure enough, the big deal this friend spoke of was to have him join in tomb raiding.

It was expected and made perfect sense.

Although Third Master Ding dealt with funerary objects, he only made fakes; he didn’t engage in grave robbing himself.

If you can afford Suzhou-style streaky pork, there’s no need to settle for intestine stew.

However, out of curiosity, he still asked another question, wanting to know if this friend was headed to Yuzhou or Qinchuan, both places where great tombs are found.

The friend replied that it was right at his doorstep, in Tianmen City.

Third Master Ding almost laughed out loud.

You need to have a tomb to raid in the first place.

To put it scientifically, Tianmen City is an estuary, an alluvial plain of tidal flats.

Never mind whether this place existed hundreds of years ago, even now if it rains heavily upstream, the downstream areas are prone to flooding and rivers change their courses.

What respectable person would bury their dead here?

Without fearing that the coffins might be carried away by the water?

In ancient times, Tianmen City was a canal transport hub, without the destiny of a dynasty’s capital, and naturally, there would be no large-scale royal tombs.

Of course, if you really want to argue, you could say that thousands of years ago some lunatic spared no expense in undertaking a huge project here, filling it with creatures like water monkeys and piranhas, and even a thousand-year-old non-decaying rice dumpling…

Third Master Ding might believe that, but he definitely wouldn’t go there.

If you can make money lying down, why bother sitting up?

Seeing that Third Master Ding was unmoved, the friend revealed the truth.

What they were going to invert wasn’t an ordinary grave, but an Immortal Tomb.

There may not be any great tombs in Tianmen City, but there is a forgotten Minor Cave Heaven.

Back in the day, the Ink Green Qilin Army guarded Tianmen, against enemies from overseas.

An immortal of great power came to help in the battle and, unfortunately, fell, with his Immortal Cave also lost here.

This Immortal Cave was lost right here, at Qinghe Middle School.

Immortal Cave…

This was the umpteenth version of the story that Wang Yunxiao had heard.

What campus ghost stories, defensive barriers, traveling through dimensions…

Now there’s another Immortal Cave thrown into the mix.

Not a single unified standard.

Once again, this made him profoundly aware of the importance of the theories Nurse Liu talked about in the classroom.

A person’s worldview.

The seven questions about steamed buns.

The toxicity of knowledge is not in the information it carries, but in each person’s subjective interpretation of that information.

In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets.

Clearly, what this world needs is a combat power…

sorry, a standard that can be popularized and recognized by the public.

Others might say there are great tombs in Tianmen City, and as a professional, Third Master Ding would only sneer.

But when they spoke of an Immortal Cave, also known as a Minor Cave Heaven, Third Master Ding wasn’t so quick to draw conclusions.

That involved an area he knew little about.

Of course, more than that, it was curiosity and temptation.

An Immortal Cave, huh?

Could it contain Immortal Cultivation Secret Manuals?

Or perhaps miracle elixirs that grant eternal life?

People in this country have always had a weak resistance in this regard, willing to be deceived even when they know it’s unlikely to be true.

Believe a little, what if it’s real?

However, Third Master Ding was no fool and felt that there were some questions that couldn’t be explained.

For example, if there really was such an Immortal Cave, wouldn’t the government know the specifics?

Would they really let these Jianghu people pick up the scraps?