Uncle Nine: I became Master Qianhe, and my fame resounded throughout the Daoist sect.

Upon seeing this, Zhao Shanhe immediately nodded and said, "Of course, two hundred silver dollars is a piece of cake!"

In his view, if he could use these two hundred silver dollars to successfully deal with Qianhe and thus become the court's official Taoist priest, then all the effort would be worthwhile, even more valuable than any treasure.

He was really envious of the Qing Dynasty's fortunes.

"Alright, it's settled then, deal!" The young Taoist priest from Qihuang Cave nodded slightly, and then began to slowly close the cover.

Seeing this, the three people standing nearby were filled with doubt and couldn't help but ask, "What's going on? Aren't you going to let that bronze-armored corpse out for some fresh air?"

"Breathable?"

Huang Fei smiled.

Can this thing be left out to air as often as it wants?

The ancestor spent most of his magical power on him back then.

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Huang Fei replied calmly, "No, we must wait until Qianhe arrives before releasing it to fight against it! I need some time to familiarize myself with its habits and abilities."

Deep down, he knew he wasn't entirely confident in controlling the bronze-armored corpse, but he would never reveal that to these three, as it would undoubtedly damage his dignity as a disciple of Qihuang Cave.

At this moment, he gazed quietly into the distance, pondering in his heart how best to control the bronze-armored corpse.

Although the ancestor left behind methods for controlling corpses, no one has tried them since, because the reputation of the bronze-armored corpses is too great, inspiring fear in people.

"Speaking of which, do you and Kong Ping have some irreconcilable feud?" Zhao Shanhe asked with a face full of suspicion.

He also knew Kong Ping. There was nothing wrong with Kong Ping's character. He got along well with other people in the underworld. How could there be any grudge between them?

Moreover, Zhuge Kongping doesn't have a habit of offending people, so why would he need to use the bronze-armored corpse to deal with him?

"Hmph, he and the two of them, the First and the Second, have monopolized our business, leaving me and several other fellow Daoists without even a bite to eat!" Huang Fei snorted coldly, speaking indignantly.

"I see." Zhao Shanhe nodded thoughtfully.

In retrospect, they are all birds of a feather, their sole purpose being to bring down their rivals in order to achieve their own ends.

It's simply that they can't get any business and can't survive.

After all, Zhuge Kongping had the reputation of his ancestor Zhuge Liang and the title of his descendant, so he was doing very well.

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"Do you need my help?" Zhao Shanhe asked.

Since Huang Fei helped him with the copper-armored corpse this time, he was happy to help Huang Fei get rid of Kong Ping.

"No need. I doubt that Zhuge Kongping is a match for my rare ancient corpse!" Huang Fei waved his hand dismissively, as if mocking Kongping's overestimation of his abilities.

His ancestor went to great lengths to obtain this ancient corpse, expending tremendous effort to finally capture it.

How could a mere Zhuge Kongping be a match for this ancient corpse?

In fact, Zhuge Kongping was indeed helpless against this bronze-armored corpse.

Without the restraint of the coffin nails imbued with fifty years of rooster blood, this bronze-armored corpse was like a wild horse, capable of tearing them apart with ease.

"Ah."

Afterwards, everyone continued to discuss the details.

At this time, Chizuru was completely unaware that she was being targeted.

At this moment, Chizuru is traveling with the coffin-carrying team.

Not far ahead of them was the Four-Eyed Dojo.

"Master, it seems to be the dojo of Master Four Eyes ahead!"

"Hmm, not bad!" Chizuru nodded slightly, her gaze fixed on the distance.

However, he still turned back and asked the seventy-first prince a question.

“That wooden house up ahead is my senior brother’s temple. Why don’t we stay there for the night?” Before the seventy-first prince could speak, Minister Wu refused outright.

"No, this bronze horn and golden coffin is too conspicuous. What if your clueless senior brother secretly plots against us in the dead of night and steals it?"

Minister Wu doesn't like staying at other people's houses, especially since this journey has taken him through desolate wilderness. If something were to happen to him, there would be no way to help him.

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The seventy-first prince was about to agree, but after hearing Wu Shilang's explanation, he felt that it made a lot of sense.

“Let’s continue our journey,” the Seventy-First Prince said to Qianhe.

He could trust Chizuru, after all, Chizuru worked for the Qing court.

But he didn't trust the other Taoist priests as much.

Take Qianhe's senior brother, for example. Who can guarantee that he won't betray his brotherhood and suddenly draw his sword against him in the middle of the night when faced with the temptation of this huge bronze horn and golden coffin?

Don't test human nature in this turbulent era.

Human nature cannot stand the test.

If even the Seventy-First Prince, the rightful heir, is rejected, then there's nothing that can be done.

However, he wasn't afraid.

Anyway, since Bu Fan is with him, he can just cover the coffin at night, so the ink net won't lose its effect.

The group continued on their way, and they arrived at the entrance of the Four Eyes Dojo, just passing by.

As they approached, several people emerged from the wooden house.

They are Jiale, Simu, Yixiu, and Jingjing.

Seeing the four familiar faces, Chizuru breathed a sigh of relief. Thankfully, they hadn't changed this time.

If there really is one more person, then that person is definitely a time traveler.

After all, if he could transmigrate into Chizuru, it's hard to guarantee that someone else won't.

He himself is already a variable.

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At that moment, the Qing soldiers carrying the sedan chair stumbled, almost throwing the seventy-first prince out of the sedan chair.

"Hey, be careful!" Wu Shilang said coquettishly, waving his handkerchief.

The Qing soldiers looked embarrassed, managing only a forced smile, but quickly composed themselves and continued their steady advance.

"Junior Brother Qianhe!" Si Mu saw Qianhe from afar, beamed with joy, and went forward to greet him as if bathed in a spring breeze, placing his hands in a sword-finger gesture in front of his chest.

The two brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they never expected to run into each other here.

He, Si Mu, often travels around transporting corpses and is never home.

It usually takes me more than half a year to come back, so I didn't expect to run into him this time. I'm really lucky!

“Brother Four Eyes!” Chizuru responded with a bright smile.

In Qianhe's memory, he was like brothers with Simu, Lin Fengjiao and others, and this memory made him become more natural and easygoing.

It was as if this memory was something he had personally experienced, without any sense of incongruity.

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