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Chapter 19 YTO Express Delivery

The next day, Tang Hao got up early, had breakfast and went straight up the mountain.

When he arrived at the Banzhou docking point, he was surprised to find that it was already crowded with people. He thought he was early, but he didn't expect that others were even earlier.

At a glance, I estimated that there are at least dozens of people here. With so many people, I don’t know if one boat can carry them.

As he was looking around, a voice called out from afar: "Junior Brother Tang, here."

Following the sound, Tang Hao saw that it was Du Maocai and the others, so he smiled and waved, then walked over there.

Several of them advanced at the same time and had gathered together before, so they were a little closer than others. Therefore, he had no objection to going with them. It happened that he was not familiar with the so-called fairy city market, so having these experienced people who knew the way would make things easier.

"Hahaha, junior brother, you are a little late. The flying boat is almost here." When he came closer, Du Maocai patted his arm affectionately and pointed to a black dot in the distant sky with his hand.

Tang Hao nodded to Old Wu and the other man and replied casually, "As long as we catch up, that's fine."

He glanced at the rapidly approaching flying boat, looked around, and asked curiously, "Why don't I see Senior Brother Xue? Also, are these the only ones going to the market?"

There are more than 200 menial disciples in the entire Chitie Academy. He originally thought that most of them would take advantage of the two days of rest to go shopping in the market.

Old Wu took over the conversation with a smile and explained, "Senior Brother Xue rarely leaves Chitie Peak. Also, Junior Brother probably didn't notice, but these people are all cultivators who advanced in the past one or two years. Most of them are still young. People like me and Old Zhao wouldn't go there easily."

"Yes, the round-trip boat fare, plus other expenses, is a considerable amount. If we had to send a letter back home to announce the good news, we wouldn't have joined in the fun." Old Zhao nodded in agreement.

As they were talking, the flying boat landed. Several people paid their fees and boarded the boat. Then they were led by Old Wu into the ship's tower and went up the stairs to the lower cabin.

As soon as he got down, Tang Hao knew he had been worrying too much. This cabin was much larger than the deck, with rows of seats inside. Not to mention the dozens of people from the Red Iron Academy, even if ten times as many came, it would still be able to accommodate them. Recalling similar situations in his memory, he immediately had a guess: "It should be a formation of some kind that expands space."

He found an empty seat by the window and sat down. Seeing his curious expression, Old Wu started to introduce the place, and it turned out to be exactly as he had expected.

The few of them chatted along the way, and before they knew it, the flying boat had left the mountain gate of Qinghua Sect. After flying for about another quarter of an hour, they saw a majestic city outside the window.

"That's Qingmu Immortal City. Junior Brother Tang came here from Shengjing and should have entered the mountain gate directly from our Jinling Peak. This is your first time here, right?" Old Wu looked out the window, turned his head and asked with a smile.

Seeing Tang Hao nod, he continued, "Qingmu Immortal City is owned by our Qinghua Sect. The sect trades with other forces, and the turnover of goods all passes through this place."

"Oh? A city built by the sect?" Du Maocai, who was also here for the first time, interrupted, "If that's the case, why not just call it Qinghua Immortal City? Wouldn't it be more convenient to build it near Jinling Peak for trade and goods circulation?"

Old Wu smiled complacently, "You probably don't know this, but the earth veins here extend from the Wood Spirit Peak. Among the five elements, wood represents growth and prosperity. The Immortal City was built here, connecting to the Qi of the sect's protective formation, which has the effect of increasing the sect's wealth. The same goes for naming it Qingmu, and..."

"Besides, this place is located in the southeast, not far from the sea. The resources and products in the sea are also extremely rich, and there are many benefits." Old Zhao shook his head and interrupted. "Old Wu, you are showing off your knowledge again. I can recite all these words."

Old Wu glared at Old Zhao unhappily and smacked his lips with a look of unsatisfied satisfaction.

"I didn't expect that you have such insights into geomancers. I've learned a lot. I admire you!"

Tang Hao gave a thumbs up and praised him generously, which immediately made the old man smile.

Amidst laughter and joy, the group got off the boat. Old Wu, in a good mood, took the initiative to take on the role of guide and led them to a pavilion.

This pavilion, with its red walls and golden tiles, is extremely eye-catching. In addition, it is not far from the landing point of the flying boat, so it is a place with a lot of people coming to visit.

Looking up at the two large characters written in a flamboyant style on the vermilion door plaque, Tang Hao struggled to distinguish them: "[Que Lou]?"

"Indeed, the Quelou is a branch of the Fengming Palace, one of the five great immortal sects. It primarily collects exotic birds and beasts from around the world, and also makes a living by delivering intelligence, letters, and other items."

Du Maocai nodded repeatedly. "I know that. The Que Lou sells all kinds of information. They claim that all the birds in the world are their eyes and ears. They can deliver messages and goods cheaply and inexpensively. If it's not an urgent matter, they're the best choice." Old Wu was immediately displeased and muttered to him, "Why are you trying to steal my words?"

It was only at this moment that Tang Hao found out that Du Maocai also wanted to announce the good news to his family. He had completely forgotten about this matter before.

If everyone goes in and he doesn't go, it would be a bit strange. After all, according to common sense, he should be more eager to announce the good news. Who told him to enter the Qi Refining stage overnight?

"Since that's the case, I'll send a letter home. After all, I'm in your body, so I can't really ignore the Tang family." Tang Hao sighed inwardly and decided to write a letter on the spot, reporting safety and chatting about recent events. "I think my family will be proud of us when they hear the news."

Just as I was about to climb the stairs and enter, a young man with a [Que Lou] experience badge on his chest came to greet me.

Yuan Tong was also helpless. These four people stopped in front of the pavilion door, and they were all wearing the standard Taoist robes of Qinghua Sect. There were many mortals entering and leaving the [Que Tower]. Seeing this, they all tried to avoid them as much as possible. Even the considerable number of independent cultivators among them politely gave way and waited.

"It's really affecting business." Yuan Tong was already feeling annoyed and couldn't help but complain secretly.

"We're both experienced, but why did that woman get assigned intelligence work, while I was left with the scattered, hard, and tiring tasks of shipping and receiving people?" Yuan Tong thought about it and became increasingly angry. He couldn't help but curse inwardly, "You dishonest, perverted old deacon, I wish you would retire. Your Taoist partner has already found another one, and we'll live in your cave and sleep on your jade bed."

He cursed in his heart, but he tried hard to maintain a smile on his face. He bowed his head and said, "Welcome fellow Daoists from the Qinghua Sect. What business have you brought here for? Let's go in and talk in detail. My name is Yuan Tong, and I am the manager of this [Que Tower]. Fellow Daoists, you can just call me Yuan Lishi."

"YTO Express?" Tang Hao muttered in surprise. He met Yuan Tong at the place where letters and items were delivered. The memory of the dead was attacking him again.

"Express delivery? This term is novel and quite concise, but why does it have to include my name in front of it?"

Yuan Tong's eyes lit up and he wanted to have a conversation, but he was under pressure from the assessment and had to maintain his professionalism at this moment, so he led a few people to handle the affairs first.

He quickly finished writing the letter at the mailing office. Because Old Wu and Old Zhao also had items to send, which was a little troublesome, Du Maocai also went to help. Now that there were enough people, Tang Hao could only wait boredly, thinking about where to go to find treasures later.

Yuan Tong, seeing the opportunity, came over and started to chatter. "What's your name, Fellow Daoist? Oh, it's Fellow Daoist Tang. Nice to meet you. May I ask you something? I just heard you mention the word 'express delivery' and it seems quite novel and interesting. It also seems to be very relevant to our [Que Lou] delivery business. I wonder if there's any story behind it?"

"Uh, sorry, there is no allusion. I just heard it by chance." Tang Hao looked strange and said perfunctorily.

Yuan Tong gave a bitter laugh, "I heard that. That's right. Although you're just a menial disciple, you've already drawn Qi into your body at such a young age. I guess you've been practicing in the Qinghua Sect for a long time. Naturally, you don't have any experience in management. I'm just desperate and trying all sorts of methods."

"Oh?" Tang Hao's expression changed, and he asked with interest: "It seems that Yuan Lishi has encountered some difficulties?"

"I don't have much experience, but I've seen a lot. You don't understand the value of information explosion."

Since they had already started talking, Yuan Tong didn't mind talking a little more. It was also a chance to vent his frustrations. So he explained how he and another fellow disciple had been sent to Qingmu Immortal City to undergo a trial and experience assessment. "Whoever performs better in the end will take over as the deacon of the branch who is about to retire."

"Isn't this just like the job competition? You need a slogan, a one-sentence statement or something."

Tang Hao twitched the corner of his mouth, suppressed a smile and said: "I think you may need a Si Logan."

"What is Silk Root? Is it a spiritual plant? What are its magical uses?" Yuan Tong's eyes widened, wondering if there was a magic pill in the world that could improve performance.

After a dry cough, Tang Hao put away his bad taste and explained seriously, "It's a slogan, a promotional slogan, or something like that. A simple sentence that summarizes your advantages and characteristics."

Yuan Tong thought about it for a moment, and his eyes lit up again. It seemed interesting, and he bowed deeply.

"Please fellow Taoist teach me!"

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