The Return of the Evil Concubine: The whole continent is shaking

Zhao Youming thought that as long as he could avoid the wave of attacks and quickly head to the City Lord's Mansion, he would be fine.

After all, he had often encountered such attacks before.

boom!

Zhao Youming was just about to quickly reach the City Lord's Mansion through a small path when an attack exploded in front of him.

"Youming, Uncle Master, I haven't seen you for a long time. It's so hard for us to meet, why are you running away?" A gloomy voice sounded immediately afterwards.

When Zhao Youming heard this voice, his whole body tensed up.

He knew that if it were the assassins he sent, he would be able to avoid them and reach the City Lord's Mansion safely with his current abilities, familiarity with the terrain, and clever mind.

But now that person has come in person, I guess I will have to die here today.

"What a pity! If I had known I would die now, I should have given all the treasures to my sister." Zhao Youming muttered in his heart as he looked at the figure that had come to him.

"What did you say?" Zhao Youming's uncle Cheng Bing vaguely heard him say what a pity.

"Uncle-master, I told you a long time ago that our master passed away so suddenly that he left nothing behind. I have given you the keys to his residence and his retreat room. What else do you want to do?" Zhao Youming looked at Cheng Bing coldly.

"I really don't know where my senior brother hid such a large fortune. I'm sure he wouldn't easily give it to you when you were only five years old." Cheng Bing said this while observing Zhao Youming's reaction.

He wanted to see some clues from Zhao Youming's expression, such as relief or guilt.

But he was disappointed. There was only anger and deep sadness on Zhao Youming's face.

"I really don't know why you think my master would have a lot of wealth. If he really had such a lot of wealth, how could he have lived in such poverty before? Have you forgotten that my master broke an arm while picking a medicinal herb? If he had money, why didn't he just buy it instead of taking the risk?" Zhao Youming's eyes were aggressive.

At this moment, he only wanted to protect the treasures left by his master and prevent them from falling into the hands of Cheng Bing, who had done all kinds of evil.

"He wants to hide the wealth from others." Cheng Bing said loudly.

"You have a huge fortune but you dare not use it. When you need medicinal herbs, you have to risk your life to pick them. What's the point of having such a huge fortune?" Zhao Youming was speechless.

"You are still young and don't understand the satisfaction of owning such a large fortune." Cheng Bing's face was intoxicated.

"I really don't understand. If my master really has such a fortune, can you help me find it out, uncle? We don't want any treasures. We just want our master to come back to me." After Zhao Youming finished speaking, he looked at Cheng Bing with red eyes.

Cheng Bing was stunned when he heard this!

He knew that Zhao Youming came from a wealthy family and had lived a life of luxury since childhood. He had no concept of treasures and had no obsession with wealth.

"You really don't know where your master hid the treasure?" Cheng Bing looked at Zhao Youming steadily.

"My master is such a poor old man, how could he have any treasure? My master once said that I am the only treasure he has in his life." Zhao Youming said and raised his head with a sad face.

"Uncle-master, Master often talked about you before he passed away. If you have time, you can go to his grave and burn some incense. Let him see that you are fine and feel at ease." Zhao Youming continued to speak when he saw Cheng Bing was silent.

Chenggang:……

I've been there a long time ago.

But they are not going there to burn incense, but to look for treasure.

I even dug up his grave, but found nothing.

"By the way, this is what my master often said before. He would give it to you when you come back. It's a pity that he can't hand it to you personally." After Zhao Youming finished speaking, he took out a scroll from the space and handed it to him.

This scroll is indeed what his master wanted to leave for Cheng Bing.

Cheng Bing took the scroll and took a look at it, then froze in place for a moment.

"A teleportation scroll, it's actually a teleportation scroll. It turns out that my senior brother remembers what I wanted." Cheng Bing muttered while holding the teleportation scroll in his hand.

"Uncle master, among the things left by our master, apart from this scroll which looks more valuable, there are really no other treasures. If you really count them, it would be this set of silver needles, but our master passed them on to me a long time ago." After Zhao Youming finished speaking, he took out another set of silver needles.

"What is that set of broken silver needles worth?" Cheng Bing looked at the silver needles in Zhao Youming's hand with disdain.

Zhao Youming: ...

You really don’t know what’s good!

This is the Qiankun Needle passed down from ancient times!

"Youming, go back." Cheng Bing sighed and said to Zhao Youming.

"Uncle Master, I still want to know, where did you get the news that Master has a large fortune?" Zhao Youming was very curious.

After all, if my master hadn't handed those treasures to me despite his seriously injured body, I wouldn't have dared to believe it.

"She is our junior sister, and also your junior uncle." Cheng Bing said.

"But wasn't that junior uncle expelled from the sect by our master a long time ago because of his evil intentions?" Zhao Youming was even more puzzled.

"That's right, so you should be careful when you see her next time. She might have leaked the news about the treasure because she holds a grudge against your master." Cheng Bing nodded.

"Master has passed away. People say that all debts are forgiven when one dies. What deep hatred must have been held on to even after Master's death? Master lived a poor life, but after his death people say that he hid such wealth. It's really ridiculous." Zhao Youming sighed after he finished speaking.

"You'd better go back quickly, otherwise I'm afraid I won't be able to help but kill you." Cheng Bing looked at Zhao Youming coldly.

"Uncle Master, goodbye." Zhao Youming said and turned around and left quickly.

However, he did not return to the Zhao family, but rushed towards the City Lord's Mansion.

He had already decided that he could no longer protect these treasures by himself.

He wanted to give all those treasures to Yan Li.

After all, his master had said that if one day these treasures threatened his life, he could find someone with a predestined relationship to give them to.

Not long after Zhao Youming left, a figure walked out from the darkness.

"Senior Brother Cheng, you won't believe what he said, right? He is the eldest brother's most beloved disciple. Those treasures must be in her hands." The figure, Wu Liangxin, spoke.

"Junior sister, are you sure those treasures really exist? After all, everyone knows that the eldest brother lived a life of poverty." Cheng Bing turned his head and looked at Wu Liangxin.

"Senior Brother Cheng, don't you still believe me? You know that I never lie, but you actually doubt me." Wu Liangxin said and began to sob.

"Junior sister, I'm not doubting you, I just want to confirm it again." Cheng Bing felt distressed upon seeing this and quickly hugged her to comfort her.

"Senior Brother Cheng, what about Zhao Youming..." Wu Liangxin raised her head and looked at him in Cheng Bing's arms.

"I will send people to keep an eye on him, and if any clues are found, he will be arrested immediately." Cheng Bing replied.