Chapter 798 - 424: If Chai Bai School Can Do It, Why Can’t I? (Part 2)

Chapter 798: Chapter 424: If Chai Bai School Can Do It, Why Can’t I? (Part 2)

But after reading one piece, he shuffled through a few more, his eyes were strange.

"This set... is also a counterfeit?

"Also a fake recipe for the Water Image Pill?

"Heh..."

He bitterly smiled.

The Cyan Moon Pill Palace records a set of documents on fake elixir recipes, what’s the plan?

"Could it be that the Marquis was deceived, and after deeply feeling the pain, he decided to continue learning and researching?"

Laughing, he quickly flipped through all the copper plates, leaned back, and comfortably lay on the bed.

Cloud-Claw and Black Ears, the two foxes, their little eyes shining, immediately snuggled into their master’s arms, resting their heads on his chest, both squinting and laughing out loud.

Then they heard their master mutter to himself.

"The fake Pill Scripture found in the treasure vault, the scattered Pill Scripture found from excavations, the scattered fake Pill Scripture found from excavations, all read.

"Where else can I go to gather more documents?"

Even after reading all these documents, Bai Mo introspects that he still hasn’t understood the part of the elixir structure concerning [Pill Flesh].

The Fallen Immortals certainly have documents, but they won’t hand them to Fox Mountain.

He can only trust Huang Sitong and her master, but that’s too shallow; they can’t provide anything substantial.

The two foxes lying on his chest also frowned, thinking of ways with their master.

"Whimper whimper whimper?"

"Howl howl howl?"

Then they heard their master suddenly say.

"How about burying the fragmented fake Pill Scripture dug up from the Pill Palace in the earth, waiting for it to grow more?"

The two foxes listened, bewildered.

Can that stuff grow in the earth?

Lying on the bed, Bai Mo hugged his two fox apprentices, squinting his eyes and smacking his lips.

"This kind of thing, the Chai Bai School can do, so can I.

"Anyway, there’s not much loss, let’s try it first?"

...

Whoosh...

Before dawn, the cold wind in the early morning rattled the window "bang bang".

In the messy hardware store.

On a wooden bed, under a quilt, three people lay.

West Scroll lay in the middle, holding a phone and negotiating business.

On the left was Xiaozhang from the Alchemy Path, on the right was Xiaoli from the Talisman Path, all leaning their heads in to look at West Scroll’s phone screen.

The light from the screen illuminated the faces of the three swindlers.

[...our Dark World always delivers the goods first before payment]

[You should first forge a hundred Bone-Clinging Blades, when we receive them, after checking, we will clear the payment with you]

West Scroll, expressionless, quickly typed a reply.

[No way, you must give me an advance on ten percent of the payment, and it must be given in the form of Moon Flowing Gold]

[Honestly, crafting these Bone-Clinging Blades requires Moon Flowing Gold, which we no longer have]

[If you can give it in advance, the deal can happen]

[If you’re unwilling to give it in advance, then this deal really can’t happen]

[Moreover, us Forbidden Artifact Immortal Artisans, we don’t actually lack business, we have other deals too]

[If you truly can’t provide Moon Flowing Gold, then let’s keep WeChat and wait for the next cooperation]

Next cooperation?

On the side, Xiaozhang and Xiaoli were instantly flustered, their faces worried.

How is West Scroll, a swindler, so bold?

If the deal falls through, won’t that juicy opportunity slip away?

Then they saw West Scroll shake his head, look at Xiaozhang, look at Xiaoli, and grin.

"Scared?

"Hee hee hee.

"No need to be scared.

"In our line of work, one must understand a principle... not every deal can be closed, not every fat sheep can be swindled, understand?

"We can’t force every deal to succeed, nor can we force oneself to devour every fat sheep.

"A successful deal, great.

"A blown deal, that’s normal.

"Ultimately, we can only eat a portion of what we can catch."

Xiaozhang looked dazed.

"Senior, which portion?"

Then they saw West Scroll stylishly turn off the phone screen, caring little whether the Dark World responded or not.

"Willing ones take the bait, we only deceive the willing ones!

"Only deceive the part that willingly asks to be tricked!"

In Xiaozhang’s mind, the bald Ancient Immortal Master sat in the herb garden, savoring West Scroll’s words.

"Tsk tsk tsk, young people these days, they’re quite insightful!"

"Xiaozhang, there’s nothing wrong with what people are saying.

"Whether a deal can be made or not depends on willing participants, it can’t be forced."

On the metal bed in the hardware store, Xiaozhang seemed to understand, nodding his head.

Suddenly, there was a "ding" sound, signaling a new message on West Scroll’s phone.

And when West Scroll lit up the screen, he saw a message from the Dark World.

[Alright, I’ll give you five hundred taels of Moon Flowing Gold in advance]

In the cold room before dawn, three scam artists looked at the phone screen and laughed together, "Hehehe."

...

Sigh...

The northwest wind blew across West State.

From the suburbs to the city, from tall buildings to the roads, and again to the layers of glistening frost on the roadside curbs.

Barriers were set up beside the road, and deep pits were dug.

An excavator was parked nearby, like a giant beast quietly crouching in the darkness before dawn.

Suddenly, white smoke rose from beneath the excavator, blurring the boundary between dreams and reality.

Three chubby little red foxes ran out, carrying medicine boxes, holding shovels, wearing straw shoes.

"Ying ying ying!"

Leading them was Quanquan Hu, who took the lead, jumping into the freshly dug pit.

"Awo awo awo!"

Following closely was White Ears, who saw broken walls and some stone tablets engraved with Ancient Immortal Dynasty script within the pit.

It turns out this giant pit was evidently the excavated ruins of the Ancient Immortal Dynasty!

Of course, such ruins were common in West State, not particularly rare.

Building a subway anywhere in West State would encounter seventeen or eighteen underground ruins.

"Ying ying ying!"

Black Ears opened his small medicine box and took out a Fake Pill Scripture Copper Plate excavated from Fox Mountain.

Master said, plant these Fake Pill Scripture Copper Plates into the excavated ruins of the present world, and more copper plates will grow!

They must be Fake Pill Scripture, not True Pill Scripture!

They must be Immortal Dynasty ruins, other places won’t work!

The three foxes tilted their chubby heads, truly unsure why that was.

But it didn’t matter!

There were countless things they didn’t understand!

As long as they listened to Master, there could be no mistake!

"Awo!"

Quanquan Hu, holding a shovel, found a place within the pit and started digging.

Master said, bury these copper plates well, make it appear as if "they’ve always been buried there."

The three foxes were experienced archaeological experts, such a minor task was naturally no problem!

Black Ears and White Ears also found their own spots and started digging with small shovels!

...

Morning.

In the cafeteria of the Ninth Pharmaceutical Factory, people came and went, buzzing with activity.

"Wow, the steamed dumplings today are amazing, so juicy, hehe."

"I love them too!"

At a nearby dining table, Bai Mo’s fox apprentice, Cloud-Claw, squinted his eyes, looking smug!

"Awo!"

Having eaten at Fox Mountain’s cafeteria for so many years, it could sniff out what’s delicious and what’s not just by raising its nose!

Upon arriving at the cafeteria this morning, it easily scented these steamed dumplings!

Guarding a stack of five trays, Fox Claw grabbed one, tilted its head back, and placed it in its mouth, gently chewing, its face full of happiness at the sensation of the beef juice bursting in its mouth.

Bai Mo also ate the steamed dumplings, taking a bite, holding one with chopsticks, looking peculiar.

"The folks in the cafeteria here... really... No wonder the steamed dumplings are so juicy. Using snowflake beef for steamed dumplings... isn’t that too extravagant?"

Suddenly, his phone on the dining table lit up.

He slid the screen open and saw a message from Chairman Chen Shu in the high-level group of West State.

[@everyone]

[This morning, we excavated suspected high-sequence documents in the main urban area of West State!]

[Everyone, come take a look, see if you can identify which path these words belong to?]

[Image][Image]

Bai Mo clicked on the image, took a glance, expressionless.

Cloud-Claw, chewing the steamed dumpling, saw the image and furrowed its brows.

Wasn’t this the document they just planted, from Fox Mountain?

How did it get dug up again?

It looked up to see Master smiling broadly, saying nothing.

Having it dug up, that was right!

Bai Mo lifted the soybean milk, drinking a sip with a "hula."

Whether the plan would succeed, whether more documents could be obtained... he wasn’t sure.

Leave it to luck!