This immortal was clearly ordinary, yet he was unusually confident.

"Of course, you are all welcome to come along if you are interested, but the final outcome will depend on how much effort you put in," Wu Qiling added.

Zheng Zhuang then realized that Wu Qiling wanted to use the opportunity of auctioning the iron plaque to find partners.

Moreover, with the iron plaque serving as a key and the ancestral "Tomb Raider Chronicles," they would undoubtedly be able to attract more people, though most of them would be cannon fodder.

Tomb raiding is a dangerous business, especially the larger the tomb. It often requires human lives to be lost, let alone a tomb of immortals. Going it alone is not advisable, as the Wu family ancestors have proven.

Zheng Zhuang breathed a slight sigh of relief. This made things easier. He also had an iron token, so joining the team shouldn't be a problem.

So the ensuing bidding war was none of his business; he was happy to watch the show. After a fierce struggle, the item was eventually bought by a newly formed tomb-raiding gang.

With the iron plate transaction completed, the auction came to an end. To prevent murder and robbery, those who bought the items could complete the transaction early and leave first.

Wu Qiling naturally didn't leave, but left an address, saying that if anyone wanted to join the team, they could meet there the next day.

After silently memorizing the information, Zheng Zhuang left the black market with Yang Xuri.

Since Yang Xuri had nothing more to do afterward, Zheng Zhuang didn't need his company and sent him away.

After Yang Xuri left, Zheng Zhuang disappeared and secretly followed the person who had won the iron plate.

Although this group left first, it wouldn't be difficult for Zheng Zhuang to find them, especially since they didn't try to hide themselves and seemed quite confident in their own strength.

There were about seven or eight of them. They had all taken off their cloaks. Most of them were burly and rugged-looking, exuding a fierce aura. They were clearly not easy to deal with.

Zheng Zhuang swaggered behind them, but they seemed oblivious.

Zheng Zhuang's purpose in doing this was not to rob or anything like that. His target was not these ordinary people. He just wanted to know himself and his enemy so that he would not be exposed later.

One of the burly men with a scar on his face laughed and said, "Hey, I didn't expect that kid from the Wu family to be so righteous, actually inviting us to go down into the tomb together."

Another middle-aged man with thick eyebrows and big eyes snorted and said, "You idiot, he only wanted to find someone because he knew he couldn't handle it. And this kid is very shrewd. He made a fortune off us with this lousy sign! But no matter how shrewd he is, he will have to stay down here this time."

"Brother, Old Cai is indeed formidable, but I'm afraid he might discard him after he's served his purpose," another slightly younger man said with some concern.

"It's not that bad. As a celestial master, Elder Cai wouldn't even look at ordinary gold and silver. We're just seeking wealth, so there's no conflict."

"That makes sense, but we still need to be cautious."

The conversation caught Zheng Zhuang's attention. Just as he had expected, there were cultivators who had their eyes on the Immortal Tomb, and he guessed that there was more than one.

Zheng Zhuang followed at a leisurely pace. The group walked through two streets and several alleys before finally entering a secluded house.

After entering the house, the group went straight to a quiet house in the backyard. There were many guards around, who greeted them warmly.

The middle-aged man at the head of the group knocked lightly on the door, and an aged voice came from inside:

"Come in."

Zheng Zhuang looked into the house and saw an old man sitting in a grand chair, looking quite relaxed.

The old man was about sixty years old, thin, with a sallow complexion and a pair of sinister eyes; he should be the Cai Lao mentioned earlier.

However, Zheng Zhuang was somewhat disappointed. The old man was indeed a cultivator, but his cultivation level was far too low.

In addition, although Chen Chui's cultivation level was not high, he at least appeared to be a sage to those who did not know him, while this Old Cai's appearance was much worse, and he did not look like a good person at all.

The middle-aged man went inside alone, while the rest waited at the door.

"Old Cai, as you instructed, the iron plaque has been obtained!" The middle-aged man respectfully handed over the brocade box.

Old Cai took it, opened the brocade box, held the iron plaque in his hand, and hurriedly injected a trace of magic power into the plaque. The plaque immediately flashed with light, and the phantom of a large tomb slowly emerged.

"Excellent, excellent, excellent!" Old Cai praised repeatedly.

After a while, the illusory figure gradually disappeared. Old Cai examined it as if it were a precious treasure for a long time before turning to the middle-aged man and saying:

"Xiao Gang, you did very well this time. If you can obtain a celestial treasure on this trip, I will guarantee your Mo family a lifetime of wealth and honor. In addition, you have a young son outside, right? If he has the aptitude for cultivation, I might as well take him into the immortal sect."

On the surface, the middle-aged man, Mo Gang, was extremely excited and thanked him profusely, but in reality, he was trembling inside. As soon as he stepped out the door, his face immediately darkened.

Based on his understanding of Mr. Cai, this statement was actually a warning to him: if he gained something, that would be fine, but if things didn't go well, not only his whole family, but even his wife and children who were being kept outside would be at risk.

Seeing that Mo Gang's expression was strange, the group waiting at the door wisely refrained from asking any further questions. It wasn't until they had walked quite a distance that they began to whisper among themselves.

"Brother, what's wrong?" the scarred man couldn't help but ask.

"Third Brother guessed right. That old bastard is very likely to kick us while we're down. Given his character, he probably won't believe anyone if he really has something good. We need to prepare in advance," Mo Gang said viciously.

Everyone was immediately furious:

"Damn it, all this time we've been feeding him good wine and meat, and even digging up graves for him everywhere!"

"If he really makes a move, we'll fight him to the death!"

"There must be many traps in the Immortal Tomb. If necessary, we can trigger them all at once and fight to the death."

"Exactly! In our line of work, what's so scary about death!"

"Besides, with so many of us, we might have a fighting chance. If we really can't win, we'll destroy the treasure so that nobody gets it!"

"It won't come to that point yet; at least we haven't completely broken off relations."

Mo Gang waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet, then turned his gaze to a young man and said, "Third brother, you're the only one among us who's been to school. What do you think we should do?"

Several of them looked much older than the third brother, but they all respectfully called him "Third Brother," which shows that he was highly respected.

The third brother pondered for a moment and said helplessly:

"You all know how ruthless Old Master Cai is. When he robbed the jade pot, he left no one alive in Old Master Li's family. Even if we risked our lives, we might not be able to hurt him."

--The only course of action we can take now is to cooperate openly with the Wu family. The Wu family dared to bring out the iron plaque, so they must have something to rely on. Moreover, it is said in the martial arts world that Wu Qiling is very righteous and would not harm people behind their backs.

"Let's secretly get a few more crossbows. Those might make Elder Cai wary. Besides, even if Wu Qiling turns against us, we can protect ourselves."

Everyone nodded in agreement, but Zheng Zhuang listened with a bored expression. However, he recognized their actions and had already blacklisted Old Cai in his mind.

That jade pot came from an ancient tomb, and I myself came from an ancient tomb, so in a sense, that jade pot belongs to me!

Zheng Zhuang felt that this reasoning was flawless. Old Cai had stolen his things and wantonly slaughtered mortals. He would find an opportunity to get rid of him tomorrow!

Zheng Zhuang returned to the inn, changed into a black outfit, and then hung the tomb raiding equipment he had bought on his body. He admired himself in front of the mirror for a while, secretly marveling that as long as you're handsome, you can pull off any style.

……

the next day.

Zheng Zhuang secretly slipped out of the inn. If the chubby Kongming saw him in this outfit, his image would be ruined.

To make it easier to carry, Mao Buduo transformed back into a puppy and was stuffed into a cloth bag by Zheng Zhuang, with only its head sticking out.

Zheng Zhuang felt that the dog's nose might play an unexpected role in places where divine sense was suppressed, so he brought it along.

The agreed-upon place was a small grove of trees outside the city, where quite a few people had already gathered.

Just as Zheng Zhuang arrived and was about to find Wu Qiling to show him the iron token, a man and a woman came up to greet him.

"How should I address you, sir?"

"Zheng... Bayi."