Bamboo Mound

"Most of the time, I only get to perform two or three shows every ten days or half a month."

"Even so, the Changqing Theater still became the largest and most prestigious theater in Wangzhou City thanks to Mr. Lin's name!"

"Then how come you sang on six stages yesterday?"

The guy who asked the question first toasted Old Deng and then asked again.

"This is all thanks to that Master Zhang again."

"The Zhang family is now considered a first-class family in Wangzhou City."

"However, compared to other families, they are notorious."

"Master Zhang's father was the founder of the Zhang family."

"At the beginning, he was quite capable. After arriving in the city, he made his fortune by lending money and working as a bodyguard and thugs."

"On the surface, it looks good, but in secret, it has used these conveniences to do a lot of things to deceive the people!"

"You just said it like that? Aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Zhang family?"

"Yes, since they are so arrogant, shouldn't the government in Wangzhou City do nothing about it?"

Several people around were flustered, annoyed, and echoed each other's sentiments or expressed their concerns.

"Hey~ don't panic~" Old Deng waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"To be able to do this, it must be related to your household."

"However, it's just a matter of bullying, making those who borrow money, or those who are unlucky or from elsewhere, suffer a bit."

No matter how much we curse the Zhang family, only the Zhang family's kids will get angry and come up to beat us up.

If they're physically weak and get beaten up, they won't bring anyone to deal with it... Of course, they can hire their own bodyguards.

"So as long as you don't openly curse him in front of Master Zhang, there's basically no danger."

Someone even reported it, but the person who reported it was the one who got locked up and beaten by Master Zhang! Haha!

Old Deng chuckled a few times after speaking, picked up a bite of food, drank a cup of wine, and then continued his story.

"As for those things that cause families to be ruined and die, we have always been careful to keep things in check and they have never happened."

"Master Zhang is the same way; he hasn't forgotten his father's style of doing things."

"Hey! How do you know if they've done it or not?"

Suddenly, someone retorted, which made Old Deng even more annoyed.

"Hmph! My family has been in charge of household registration for generations! How could I not understand if a family in this city suddenly had fewer people and had their registration cancelled?"

"Those who were taken care of by the Zhang family, at worst, their whole family couldn't save a single penny after they had enough to eat!"

"Moreover, these people can also work for the Zhang family. If they are diligent, they will be rewarded. Even if they don't get anything, at least they will be fed every day!"

"No matter how many people go, they can always arrange fortifications. What else can be said about people who can still suffer family ruin and death like that?"

The argumentative Fang wanted to argue again, but his friend held him back, apologized, drank with him, and said nice things. It took several minutes for the old man to calm down.

"Then I won't bother arguing with you, you frog in a well," Old Deng said in a strange tone.

"Yesterday, Mr. Zhang went to Changqing to listen to a play and happened to run into Mr. Lin singing. After listening to one performance, he was still not satisfied and insisted on paying Mr. Lin ten times his salary for half a year!"

Only after employing some forceful threats was Mr. Lin persuaded to attend to the theater and perform five more acts. Only then did Master Zhang leave, satisfied.

"As for us, we benefited a bit and also enjoyed the good fortune."

"Alright, now that we've eaten and drunk our fill, let's go somewhere else to have some fun."

After saying that, he called to the other two people at the table, and together they left through the door.

After they left, the restaurant returned to its usual bustling atmosphere.

However, most of the conversation shifted to the Zhang family and the Evergreen Theater.

The three cultivators at the Spirit Fusion Realm were no exception, joking with each other.

"Oh, Little Yezi, your in-laws are quite a large family!"

"Go to hell, it's just a surname. There are plenty of people in the world with the surname Zhang, and not all of them are related."

"Haha, since that guy said Mr. Lin's voice is amazing, why don't we go listen to it later?"

"Are you stupid? Didn't you say you'd only sing once or twice every two weeks? Yesterday you were forced to sing six shows in a row. Do you think people would still want to sing for several days?"

"Yeah, you can't even understand what I'm saying. You're even more eccentric than Huang Laoguai."

"You!...Go visit your in-laws yourself!"

"Hahaha..."

Just then, the waiter came over and shook Ning Chang awake.

"Sir, shall I help you back to your room?"

When the waiter came, Ning Chang couldn't stay there any longer, so he nodded vaguely, took a small sip of wine and put it in his mouth so that his breath would smell of alcohol.

Then, relaxing all her strength, she simply had the waiter carry her upstairs to her room.

Ning Chang opened his eyes after the waiter closed the door.

We didn't get any information from that conversation.

Fortunately, he had already placed a wisp of spiritual energy into each of the three cultivators' bodies. Once they left the restaurant, he could simply follow them using that spiritual energy.

More than ten minutes later, sensing that the spiritual energy had begun to move, Ning Chang changed into the indigo-colored tunic, changed her hairstyle, and fixed some wrinkles on her face before going downstairs and following far behind.

Actually, it doesn't need to be too far away; even a distance of only three to five meters is enough to prevent them from noticing.

After all, the main street was crowded with people, and if it weren't for the spiritual energy guiding him, it would have been difficult for him not to lose sight of his target.

Even so, he still didn't follow him directly.

Instead, they stayed on the right side, stopping briefly at each stall for varying amounts of time.

At first, he did carefully examine the goods on the stall, but apart from some specialty foods, most of them were ordinary utensils, sachets and ornaments, and the styles were mostly not to his liking.

Sensing that they had fallen quite far behind, they stopped stopping at each one, only pretending to turn their heads to take a look, occasionally pausing for a few seconds, and continuing to follow forward.

The spiritual energy reached a certain point, suddenly broke away from the crowd, entered a side street from the main road, made several turns, and finally stopped at a certain place.

Ning Chang followed, but seeing that the main road was sparsely populated, he stayed on the main street.

After waiting for the spiritual energy to start operating again, they eventually entered the main street from behind and walked backwards. Ning Changcai then followed the path to the place where the three of them had just stopped.

Once you exit the alley, you'll see the three large characters "Lingbao Pavilion" inscribed on the plaque above the door.

Once inside, apart from a middle-aged man behind the counter, there was no one else in sight.

Upon seeing Ning Chang enter the shop and sensing the fluctuations of spiritual energy within Ning Chang's body, the middle-aged man immediately changed his expression and walked up to Ning Chang.

"Fellow Daoist, is there anything you wish to acquire?"

Ning Chang also extended his spiritual power to sense the situation. The middle-aged man looked ordinary, but he was actually a Spirit Platform cultivator!

And he's about one or two levels higher than him!

However, the other party was just a shop assistant at the time, so there was no need to be wary of them.

Looking around, Ning Chang replied, "This is my first time here. Please tell me about the Lingbao Pavilion."