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At such close range, someone had approached without any of them noticing. If Biyou Village's people discovered their plan, it would spell tr
At such close range, someone had approached without any of them noticing. If Biyou Village's people discovered their plan, it would spell trouble.
That was why Zhang Chulan had been so alert. Yet when he opened the door and saw who it was, he froze—it was Jin Baobao.
But wasn't Jin Baobao supposed to be in Beijing? Why had he suddenly appeared in Biyou Village? And with the company's large force already deployed nearby, how could there not have been any notification at all?
Zhang Chulan's mind was filled with question marks.
"Zhang Chulan, I came here specifically for you," George replied.
Zhang Chulan's thoughts spun quickly. Recalling what Wang Ye and Zhuge Qing had said earlier, he immediately chuckled nervously:
"Brother Jin, I've told you already, I really don't have it. Everyone knows that."
"I already know the secret of Feng Baobao's origins. I can use that for a trade—what do you think?"
George smiled calmly. Zhang Chulan's pupils shrank instantly.
Turning to Feng Baobao, who was still stuffing Molotovs, he called out:
"Bao'er-jie, stop for a moment. Come with me."
Then, to the others, he said:
"Brother Xiao, the plan is still the same. You guys go over it again. I have something else to handle first."
Dragging Feng Baobao along, Zhang Chulan followed George into a small forest nearby.
"Brother Jin, let's find a quiet place to talk slowly."
"Why is Jin Baobao here? Should we report to the company?"
Southwest Region temp worker Wang Zhenqiu watched the three walking away, his face showing curiosity.
Northwest Region temp worker Old Meng looked hesitant, while Central Region's temp worker Black Pipe remained expressionless.
Finally, East Region temp worker Xiao Zizai spoke up:
"Let Erzhuang notify the company. As for you all, I advise you not to provoke this Jin Baobao. He's not someone we can afford to provoke. Even the company still hasn't figured out how to approach him."
As he spoke, his eyes lingered especially on Wang Zhenqiu.
Among the temps present, aside from Zhang Chulan, Xiao Zizai knew best what this man was capable of.
Mount Longhu, Jiangxi, belonged to the East Region. When Quanxing besieged Longhu Mountain, he had gone along as support.
Later, when the Wang family ganged up on Jin Baobao to seize the Tongtian Lu, he had followed East Region leader Dou Le—and had witnessed firsthand how Jin Baobao annihilated the Wang family.
The flames had burned a terrifying crater into the earth, a sight he still found unbelievable whenever he recalled it.
From his days with Wang Zhenqiu, he knew the man's curiosity often outweighed his caution. He worried Zhenqiu might provoke Jin Baobao and drag them all into disaster.
With Jin Baobao's power, even if all the temps here attacked together, they probably wouldn't withstand a single blow.
In the company's danger classification, Jin Baobao's threat level was rated even above the Old Heavenly Master.
The Old Heavenly Master was indeed strong, but he hadn't killed many people in all these years. Jin Baobao, however, would wipe out your entire family with a single move.
"Brother Xiao, come on, do I look like someone who doesn't know his limits?"
Wang Zhenqiu flicked his golden hair, shooting Xiao Zizai a teasing look.
He wasn't stupid. Though not as familiar with Jin Baobao's power as Xiao Zizai, he was well-informed enough to know Jin Baobao wasn't someone to trifle with.
Having learned from so many sects without being hunted down collectively, Zhenqiu clearly had his own survival instincts—he knew when to avoid disaster.
In the small forest, after checking their surroundings, Zhang Chulan bent his waist and asked with an obsequious smile:
"Brother Jin, Brother Jin, you said you know Bao'er-jie's origins—what exactly do you mean?"
"Little Zhang, you know my strength well. If I say you have the Qi Body Source Flow, then you certainly have it. I also have methods to extract the cultivation art directly from your mind.
But, I am not one who likes to seize things by force—I prefer transactions."
George paused before continuing:
"Some time ago, I found one of the creators of the Eight Miraculous Skills—Zhou Sheng of Wind Queen's Divination. From his mouth, I learned the truth about Feng Baobao's origins.
If you're willing to hand over Qi Body Source Flow, I'll give you this in exchange.
And I can guarantee that I won't tell anyone else you possess the Qi Body Source Flow, nor will I reveal any of these secrets."
"Brother Jin, look at what you're saying. Of course I trust you. I wasn't lying before—I truly can't use Qi Body Source Flow."
Zhang Chulan's face was full of sincerity.
"But… I do indeed have the Qi Body Source Flow. It's inside me. My grandfather entrusted Bao'er-jie to pass it on to me. If you have a way to extract the cultivation method from it, then I am more than willing to give it to you."
To him, as long as his safety could be ensured and Bao'er-jie could learn her origins, he wouldn't mind passing Qi Body Source Flow to everyone in the world.
He wasn't bound by outdated notions—he only wanted to live peacefully with Bao'er-jie.
Having witnessed Jin Baobao's annihilation of the Wang family with his own eyes, and seeing how he hadn't forcibly taken Wang Ye's Wind Queen's Divination, Zhang Chulan believed his words.
After all, if Jin Baobao wanted to seize his Qi Body Source Flow by force, Zhang Chulan had no power to resist. Even the company couldn't protect him.
His own master, the Old Heavenly Master, had openly admitted he wasn't Jin Baobao's match.
So why would Zhang Chulan refuse such a transaction?
If he could use this to build a relationship with Jin Baobao, then in the future, should he and Bao'er-jie face danger, perhaps Jin Baobao might even lend a hand.
"Then there's no need for you to worry. As long as you agree, I have my own ways of drawing the Qi Body Source Flow's method from you."
George waved his hand dismissively. Once Zhang Chulan agreed, he told him everything about the Thirty-Six Bandits, the Eight Miraculous Skills, and Feng Baobao's origins.
"Oh, and these are Wugensheng's belongings. There's even a portrait of Feng Baobao."
With a casual wave, a heap of miscellaneous items appeared on the ground.
They were merely personal effects Wugensheng had left behind in the Twenty-Four Solar Terms Heavenly Valley—useless odds and ends.
Picking up the portrait, Feng Baobao gazed at the woman who looked exactly like her, murmuring softly:
"So I really do have family… My father was Wugensheng… his name was Feng Yao."
"No wonder… No wonder my grandfather refused to return to Longhu Mountain back then. Now everything makes sense."
Hearing George's words, Zhang Chulan stood frozen, his heart unable to settle for a long time.
At that moment, George pressed a hand on Zhang Chulan's head. His spiritual force entered Zhang's body, beginning to draw out the Qi Body Source Flow method.
In the past, he truly might not have been able to do this.
Even Zhang Chulan himself had no idea what Qi Body Source Flow really was. Back then, George had only just begun studying Daoist arts of this world—how could he possibly reconstruct a cultivation method simply from observing the flow of qi inside someone?
But now it was different.
With Ziyang Zhenren's inheritance and Longhu Mountain's techniques in hand, all he needed to do was observe the Qi Body Source Flow's movements to restore the method.
After all, Zhang Huaiyi himself had created Qi Body Source Flow based on Longhu Mountain's techniques, combined with Ziyang Zhenren's legacy.
(End of Chapter)