Chapter 24: Prosperity Of The Immortal Path
“Uh…”
Was I tricked? I always feel like Wang Xiaoming wants to open that coffin more than I do…
How about asking for more benefits?
So Zhang Qian hinted to Wang Xiaoming: “Does imprisoning a fierce ghost require a dedicated container?”
Wang Xiaoming looked at him with slight surprise. “Of course, only gold can effectively isolate a fierce ghost. Other things, even a one-meter-thick concrete wall, can’t stop a fierce ghost from killing.”
Zhang Qian said awkwardly: “Cough cough, gold is good, but this container is pretty hard to find…”
“Oh~” Wang Xiaoming suddenly understood and said to Li Jun, “There are a few spare gold containers in the car. Give them all to Zhang Qian.”
“Yes.”
Li Jun nodded, and soon another truck drove into the open space outside the factory.
After the compartment main entrance opened, several fully armed soldiers lowered a steel ladder and laboriously moved out containers of various styles.
Zhang Qian smacked his lips. “These are the ‘few’ you mentioned?”
There were not only small containers like boxes and boxes, but even large ones like sleeping bags and suitcases. Converted to cash, it shouldn’t be something a million or two could cover.
Wang Xiaoming introduced: “These containers are all specially made by the laboratory. Their safety and quality should be much better than those from outside.”
“These ghostly things are too luxurious. They even have to sleep in gold coffins after death. What if gold runs out in the future?” Zhang Qian sighed.
“Don’t worry, gold reserves are still plentiful. It’s completely feasible to give each ghost controller a gold container. In fact, headquarters has tried this.”
At this point, Wang Xiaoming’s voice became somewhat icy cold. “The original intention was to let ghost controllers better resolve supernatural events, but many fools chose to exchange headquarters’ gold for money, so this system was later abolished.”
“These are minor issues. The most deadly are those lunatics.” Li Yan interjected. “Once, a ghost controller pretended to be friendly with headquarters, but after arriving at the base, he used the fierce ghost’s strength to massacre everyone. So now, anyone qualified to go to the base must undergo strict review.”
“Like what you did to me back then?” Zhang Qian lifted his hand and looked at it. Li Yan’s ability had left a deep impression on him that day.
Li Yan shrugged. “I’m just one link in the chain. After all, my ability is quite convenient. I’m not great at hitting people or ghosts, but it’s fine for screening antisocial personalities.”
“Heh, you think I believe that?” Zhang Qian flipped him off.
That completely realistic illusion—if Li Yan hadn’t actively awakened him, the person inside probably wouldn’t have woken up so easily.
Moreover, losing consciousness for one minute was more than enough for teammates outside to cooperate and kill the person in the illusion.
“Then our transaction is complete.” Wang Xiaoming said, “I’ll send someone to pick you up once the experimental site is ready.”
“Good, waiting for your message.” Zhang Qian said.
Wang Xiaoming reminded again: “Headquarters is still discussing your reward. Because Feng Quan proactively credited all the merit to you, the things shouldn’t be few. I suggest you wait for the latest research results from my laboratory to see if you can exchange for a share.”
Zhang Qian nodded. “Got it, I’ll consider it.”
Someone extended a claw to shake Zhang Qian’s hand. “Let’s meet again if there’s a chance…”
“Get lost, don’t touch me.” Zhang Qian mercilessly slapped away Li Yan’s hand.
“Hahaha, goodbye.”
The convoy gradually disappeared from Zhang Qian’s sight. Since there were quite a few things, he didn’t plan to take a taxi.
“Hey, Dad, send someone to pick me up here.” Zhang Qian sent his position via mobile phone.
Soon, a light truck drove into the intersection and slowly stopped in front of the factory main entrance.
A burly man around thirty, wearing a suit, got out. “Young Master, hello. I’m Manager Zhang’s assistant Wu Lei. Just call me Xiao Wu.”
The title Young Master feels so embarrassing. Sure enough, I still haven’t adapted to the second generation rich identity.
Zhang Qian corrected: “Don’t call me Young Master. Zhang Qian is fine.”
Wu Lei nodded. “Got it, Young Master Zhang Qian.”
“Forget it…” Zhang Qian pointed to the gold behind him. “Brother Wu, come help too. Move these things.”
“Good.” Wu Lei rolled up his sleeves and walked over. He gauged the height, hooked his hands under a stack of boxes, planning to move several at once.
But as he exerted force from his waist and veins bulged on his hands, the boxes didn’t budge an inch.
“Young Master, these things aren’t made of gold, are they?” Wu Lei picked up a small box and weighed it. It felt much denser than metals like iron.
He’d previously seen these things all in gold color scheme and thought the Young Master’s taste was a bit odd.
“Yeah.” Zhang Qian secured several containers holding fierce ghosts, then casually moved that stack of boxes into the cargo hold.
Wu Lei stared wide-eyed at Zhang Qian’s effortless manner. He’d previously roamed abroad—not quite a special forces king, but close—and yet he was outmatched in strength by Zhang Qian?
This kind of strength could probably tear a person in half. No wonder the boss said the Young Master isn’t ordinary…
Wu Lei snapped back and, while moving things, tentatively asked, “Young Master, have you studied martial arts?”
“Something like that. Why, want to learn? I’ll teach you.” Zhang Qian paused.
Wu Lei nervously rubbed his hands. “If there are any sect taboos, forget it.”
He’d heard many sects had all sorts of rules, like the ancient tomb sect not allowing successors to leave the mountain, or the Emei sect not accepting male disciples…
Zhang Qian waved casually. “Relax, I’m cultivating immortality. No such rules. If you want to learn and I want to teach, that’s it.”
“In that case, Wu Lei pays respects to Master!” Wu Lei bent his knees, intending to perform the apprenticeship rite as in the stories.
Zhang Qian gently supported Wu Lei. “No need for that. The path of cultivation has precedence but no hierarchy. Just call me Daoist Brother.”
Wu Lei involuntarily stood up, even more convinced this Young Master was no ordinary man.
He respectfully cupped his fists and said solemnly: “Daoist Brother!”
Zhang Qian returned the fist salute. “I didn’t bring the secret manual. Come back with me and copy one.”
Before long, the truck drove into a luxurious residential area.
After parking in the villa’s courtyard, Wu Lei helped Zhang Qian unload those things.
Zhang Qian asked Zhang Dad for his room and retrieved a book with a blue cover from inside.
“This is the secret manual I cultivate. Copy it and return it to me.” Zhang Qian said casually.
Wu Lei hesitated. “This… isn’t that inappropriate?”
Zhang Qian patted his shoulder. “It’s fine. You’re my dad’s right-hand man. You won’t fail to keep even a book safe.”
Wu Lei said solemnly: “Young Master, rest assured. Even if I die, the secret manual won’t be damaged.”
“I trust you, but more importantly, cultivate well.”
“Yes, Wu Lei will remember Daoist Brother’s teachings.” Wu Lei cupped his fists and took his leave.
“Goodbye.” Zhang Qian watched the small truck drive away from the courtyard and nodded in satisfaction.
The number of cultivators doubled in one day. Worth celebrating.
