Water elemental became a god, ultimately becoming the master of heaven, earth, mountains, and rivers

Chapter 29 Burning the Warehouse
Go out to work.

Sacrificing one's appearance.

[Wish +3]

Today, Wan Niang's reaction was even more intense.

As soon as he stepped out of Chaodou Hutong, Chen Shunan glanced at his in-laws with satisfaction.

It's actually grown even stronger!

That's what you call being strong and resilient even in old age!

Today is the monthly sludge removal and maintenance day for the well, and the day for repairing the well walls.

This is also the only opportunity for this group of "water threes" who have no concept of rest days to take turns resting.

All you need to do is arrange the water usage for your important customers in advance.

Manager Li would give the three servants half a day off.

Chen Shunan had already contacted the owner of the Erhunpu restaurant in the corner alley in advance and prepared three tables full of good wine and food.

Cold dishes, hearty dishes, and Lao Baijiu (a type of Chinese liquor).

Just after delivering the blessed water to the Li family, Chen Shunan put away his cart and changed his clothes when Instructor Lin rushed into the alley and, expressionless, called out the names of eight or nine people.

“Sun Xiao, Cheng Bin, Zhu Hongtao, Chen Shunan, San Dezi, Ahua… come here, I have something to say to you.”

Chen Shunan noticed that these people were basically the elite among this group of Shui San'er.

Chen Shunan felt a chill run down his spine.

After calling everyone to the depths of the alley, Instructor Lin looked back outside to make sure no one was there before speaking in a deep voice.

"Zhao Dongjia plans to recruit people to burn down the top-ranked rice granary at Wanlong Rice Mill."

coming!

Chen Shunan's pupils contracted sharply, and his face turned solemn.

"I'm willing to go!"

Ahua was eager to try and immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute.

Instructor Lin shook his head and said, "You're too weak to be of any help."

Ahua was somewhat unconvinced: "Instructor Lin, I, Ahua, may be slightly inferior in skill level, but I have mastered the 'Startling Sparrow Skill' to a high level. Flying over rooftops and scaling walls is no problem for me! How can you do without me when you go to set fire to the granary?"

Coach Lin gave a cold laugh and looked at a cripple beside him.

This person was obese, with a lot of fat all over his body, and his legs were of different heights, making him limp when he stood.

This cripple was named Cheng Bin, and he was a second-rate martial artist.

Cheng Bin glanced at Coach Lin, somewhat helplessly and reluctantly, before speaking to Ahua.
"Guess what kind of cultivation technique I practice?"

Ahua was stunned for a moment, then said, "What?"

"Startling Sparrow Technique!"

Upon hearing this, Ahua's eyes widened in surprise.

Chen Shunan remained calm.

There were also two less experienced Shui San'er, which was somewhat unexpected.

Cheng Bin, this second-rate expert, is usually amiable and has a very low profile.

Unexpectedly, this cripple actually practiced lightness skills.
Ahua seemed to understand something, instinctively clenched his fists, and said excitedly in a loud voice.

"Could it be that Senior Cheng, you were spurred on by shame and, despite your physical disability, mastered superb lightness skills? I truly admire you!"

Cheng Bin shook his head and said, "I am not good at light-footed skills because I am lame, but I am lame because I am good at light-footed skills."

Ahua was stunned for a moment.

Seven years ago, I mastered the "Surprising Sparrow Skill" and reached a second-rate level. I thought to myself that I could go anywhere in the world.
Just then, a fierce battle broke out with Wanlong Milling Mill. Amidst the chaos of battle, I bravely seized Wanlong Milling ...

Cheng Bin showed no anger or joy, and said, "As a result, he was shot in the right leg by a crossbow bolt, and there was no cure. He is now completely crippled."

Ahua was stunned, his mind a bit confused.

Perhaps intentionally trying to give Ahua a warning, Coach Lin's gaze shifted, lingering briefly on Chen Shun'an before finally settling on Liu Daoba, and he said,
"Still hiding your skills? Show me what you've got, young man!"

Liu Daoba was also somewhat helpless. He slowly walked out, changed his palms into fists, and suddenly slammed them into the air.

His fists were like cannonballs, the wind whistling through the air, and each punch produced a crisp sound like tearing silk!

It was a display of power flowing throughout the body, reaching the pinnacle of the third level!

"You old Liu, you were complaining just the other day about your lack of talent, saying that you were far from achieving the third-rate perfection. You wicked coward!"

"Congratulations, Lao Liu! Keep up the good work and see if you have a chance to go even further!"

"You'll have to treat us!" The other colleagues either looked on with envy or offered their congratulations.

Liu the Scarface kept making polite remarks, saying things like "It's all thanks to Brother Chen's exemplary guidance" and "It's all thanks to Coach Lin's effective instruction," but his face was practically beaming with joy.

Isn't this the very purpose of practicing martial arts and cultivating oneself?
Only San Dezi's face was ashen.

How come everyone else won while I was the only one who got carried away?
Upon seeing this scene, Ahua felt as if he had been hit on the back of the head, feeling dizzy and lightheaded, and the flame of superiority in his heart was extinguished.

The lame senior, Liu Daoba who silently achieved the third-rate perfection, and Chen Shunan, who was favored by Instructor Lin and had the potential to become a second-rate expert...

Ahua subconsciously took a few steps back, looking dazed and with a blank stare.

How come these old things are all so well hidden?
How could a naive young man like me, a promising youth, possibly outmaneuver them?

Seeing Ahua's reaction, Coach Lin's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile.

Then immediately stop.

“Sun Xiao can come with me. He can join Zhao Dongjia’s other brothers in the well, forming a team of about ten people, mostly mid-to-late stage second-tier strength. Your strength is too weak.”

Apart from Sun Xiao, everyone else looked rather grim.

Chen Shunan breathed a sigh of relief.

Such a surprise attack force is quite formidable in the entire Wuqing County; it should be a piece of cake to burn down the rice granary of Wanlong Rice Mill.

Instructor Lin looked up at the gloomy sky and said,

"Master Zhao said it might rain for the next two days, so just to be on the safe side, we plan to set off tomorrow night. In the next few days, Old Chen and you will keep an eye on Inoue. Be sure to be vigilant and don't let the mortar crew take advantage of the situation."

Oh, just to be on the safe side, let's set off tonight.

Chen Shunan understood.

Chen Shunan thought for a moment and said, "When Instructor Lin has some free time, he must come to Erhunpu for a drink. I will definitely treat him well."

Coach Lin nodded: "Come whenever you have time."

After all,

Coach Lin's eyes were calm as he gave a few more instructions before quickly leaving with Sun Xiao.

The rest of the people dispersed, while Chen Shunan called out to his friends, urging San Dezi, Liu Daoba, and others to go to Erhunpu for drinks.

At the banquet, glasses clinked, the aroma of wine filled the air, and the clinking of cups echoed through the room.

Chen Shunan's thoughts were somewhat scattered.

I wonder if Coach Lin's trip went smoothly.

I wonder how much weaker I am compared to Coach Lin now?
……

As dusk fell, the streetlights dimmed, and the few pedestrians passing by hurried along.

Inside the meat shop, a card game was being set up. The men, shoulder to shoulder, smoked their pipes and played dominoes, their shouts and cheers filling the air.

Of course, the stakes weren't high; the total wins and losses amounted to only one or two taels of silver, just for fun.

Some of the brothers responsible for dredging were a little late and only made it for dinner that night.

Chen Shunan carried two rattan food boxes to deliver to the brothers who were guarding the gravel well.

suddenly,

As Chen Shunan walked down the street, head down, he faintly heard a familiar voice.

"Hurry up, we must get to the top-tier rice warehouse before dark."

"Brother Zhuang, these are just some polished rice and japonica rice, why make such a fuss and have to deliver them to the rice warehouse overnight?"

"Stop talking nonsense! Just do what I tell you! If you mess things up, I'll skin you alive!"

Chen Shunan's expression hardened, and his figure was as light as drifting dust. He took a few steps, twisted his waist, and climbed onto the roof. With a few pushes, he reached the rooftop.

Chen Shunan hid in the darkness and peeked into the neighboring alley.

Zhuang Kun and his men at Wanlong Rice Mill were seen looking around warily as they loaded bags of fine rice onto a cart.

Zhuang Kun was still pale due to insufficient blood and qi, and seemed not to have fully recovered from the power of Instructor Lin's move.

The rest of the men were all tough and resolute, each with a powerful aura, bulging temples, and gleaming eyes, clearly skilled practitioners.

Top-tier rice granary?
Are Zhuang Kun and his men also going to the rice warehouse tonight?
Chen Shunan squinted, not worried about Instructor Lin and the others.

Sending more of Zhuang Kun and his men would only be suicide.

Just as Chen Shunan was about to leave, he saw Zhuang Kun and his entourage driving a carriage past directly below.

The hot wind carried a faint, sweet fragrance.

The fine, thread-like strands seem to seep into your pores.

Hibiscus oil?!
(End of this chapter)