Immortality Starts From Making Money.

Three days later, a thick tension hung over the capital. The Golden Pavilion and the Seven Talisman Trade were under the brutal outrage of the people.

Previously, many did not know the Thousand Wealth Chamber in Wuyu City had been attacked by an unknown Golden Core expert.

But when the news was released by the Times newspaper, the people were more furious.

The rage was not only from the capital but from both Wuyu City and Crane City.

Both cities had been working together with the Thousand Wealth Chamber to provide running water for their city.

And now, with the attack, all the projects were put on hold.

How could they not be furious?

At the beginning, the Golden Pavilion and the Seven Talisman Trade Hall wanted to make an announcement to refute the claim.

But to their dismay, no one believed their claim. Their action even solidified they were the mastermind behind the attack.

"I knew it! They are from the evil sect!" a middle-aged man shouted, staring at the latest headlines from the Times newspaper.

"Who would have expected those damn chambers would be backed by an evil sect?" another man added.

"Of course, they are from the evil sect. If they are not from the evil sect, why would they poison the river?" a middle-aged woman added.

"What are you doing? Go to the last page!" a young man shouted with the newspaper in hand.

Instantly, everyone at the news vendor rushed to open the last page. On the last page, there was a huge bounty on both the Golden Pavilion and Seven Talisman Trade Hall.

The bounty was on every worker. As for their leader, the reward was mouth-washing.

After painting them as an evil sect, Mo Jian did not hesitate to place a bounty on them. Anyone with intel on their whereabouts would be rewarded greatly.

Meanwhile, in a hidden location, three people sat around an old wooden table.

They were dressed in black robes, hoods over their heads, and faceless masks on their faces.

A solemn atmosphere permeated the air. The air was heavy, filled with tension.

"What is going on?" the second person asked in a deep solemn voice.

"How would I know? I was following her instructions," the third person responded with a shrug.

"I don't know how they knew I'm an evil cultivator," he added with a light chuckle.

"They don't know anything. They are just guessing," the first person, a woman, responded with certainty.

"Who cares? After all, they are not wrong," he grinned under his mask.

"What should we do now?" the second person asked. "We can't allow this to continue. I've invested a lot of my resources on the new poison."

"Don't worry, we continue as planned. We only need to wait for a few days before we strike," the woman responded.

"But things will be different. The poison wouldn't be used for the river any longer, but against the Thousand Wealth Chamber in the capital."

"Is there any problem with that?" she asked, staring at the second person.

"There is no problem. As long as my investment would be returned with what you promised, we can use the poison anywhere."

"Good. The three of us will attack the capital at the same time and kidnap the chamber's young master."

Deep within the slum, an ordinary old wooden house creaked at the edge.

Beggars and orphans moved back and forth on the narrow road between congested wooden houses.

From the ordinary wooden house, a thin old man dressed in a grey robe came out using a walking stick.

His back crook, his robe smiling, but his deep green eyes were brimming with vitality.

Using his walking stick, he disappeared among the throng of beggars in the slums.

Half an hour later, a sturdy middle-aged man came out of the same old wooden house. His clothes were ordinary, but his firm muscles made him a rare specimen in the slum.

Yet, the beggars seemed not to have noticed him.

Finally, the woman came out dressed in a worn-out robe. Her face was withered like an old dead tree.

Like the first two, her appearance did not raise any concern as she blended within the slums and disappeared.

Or so they thought.

In a narrow alley leading to the slum, the Old Withered Man held a small artifact in his palm.

The artifact was round with a small arrow at the center. The arrow served as a pointer.

He stared at the artifact for a moment before his eyes widened in shock. At first, he did not believe there was an artifact that could detect a Golden Core expert.

But when he remembered many earth-shaking things created by the Thousand Wealth Chamber, he changed his mind.

For the Young Master, there was nothing impossible. And one of the impossible was the small artifact in his palm.

This was an artifact created by Mo Jian to detect Golden Core experts.

For the past hour, he had been staying at the edge of the alley without any changes in the artifact.

Just when he thought the artifact was not going to work, the red pointer moved. It turned and pointed in a particular direction.

Seeing this, the Old Withered Man did not hesitate and took out his Spirit Link and reported the situation to Mo Jian.

Mo Jian stood by the window, waiting patiently for the news. To catch the perpetrator.

He developed the Qi Sense Compass. The Qi Sense uses the Qi density to detect the cultivator's realm.

For mortals, the artifact would turn grey.

Foundation realm, it would turn black.

Core Refining realm, it would turn yellow, while for Golden Core expert, it would turn red.

The Qi Sense Compass could detect any cultivator in its 50-meter radius.

When he deployed the Qi Sense Compass for the first time, he detected the Golden Core expert protecting Qiu Yan and the one protecting the Golden Pavilion Master.

From the successful test, he did not believe his target could escape from his palm.

Just then, his Spirit Link vibrated. Quickly, he opened the notification.

"Finally!" he grinned and sent a message.

"Now, let's see how you escape?" he whispered with a sharp glint flashing through his eyes.

Humm!

His Spirit Link vibrated again. Creasing his brow, he discovered the message was once again from the Old Withered Man.

'Another Golden Core Expert?' He was stunned for a moment but recovered quickly.

Without hesitating, he sent a message to another person. Just as he finished sending the message, another notification appeared on his screen.

This time, he was not shocked. Promptly, he sent a message to another person.

For this operation, he had deployed all the powerful experts in his control.

This was not the time to keep his ace hidden.

This was to show everyone, in this region, he had the biggest fist.

Anyone who dared to touch his reverse scale would not live to tell the tale.

Meanwhile, outside the capital, an old man walking with a cane left the general road and headed deeper into the bush.

His action did not arouse any suspicion. Many old people came to the bush to find herbs to sell.

Walking deeper into the bush, the old man's hunched back began to straighten up. With a few steps, he was already walking straight.

An evil grin crept up his face as he kept his cane inside his spatial pouch.

This was the first time he used this trick to enter the capital. Thus, he was confident in his disguise.

Suddenly, a voice came from behind.

"Who would have expected a Golden Core expert would employ such a trick?"

What!

The old man was alarmed. How was he discovered?

His disguise was perfect.

Discovered, the old man did not bother to suppress his cultivation, and a powerful aura erupted from his body.

His thin body was brimming with strong vitality.

All the animals and insects in the vicinity scrambled for their dear lives.

Unleashing his cultivation aura, he was filled with confidence as he prepared to confront his enemies.

Suddenly, all the hair on his body stood on end. His instinct screamed of impending danger.

Whoosh!

A blinding light filled the forest, mixed with terrifying sharpness.

Bang!

Just in time, the old man managed to take out a shield from his spatial pouch.

The blinding light cleaved through the Tier-2 Artifact shield like a piece of paper.

Ahhhhh!

The old man was sent crashing into the distance. His robe was torn to pieces and a deep sharp cut appeared on his chest.

Most of his ribs were shattered to pieces. His organs pulverized. Blood gushed out from his chest like a broken dam.

Filled with dread, the old man shivered in despair. He was a Golden Expert Stage 1 on the brink of stepping into Stage 2.

His combat power could contest a Stage 2 Golden Core expert.

Yet, he could not withstand a single strike from his enemies despite having used a Tier-2 Artifact Shield.

Just thinking of this made him wallow in despair.

'I need to get out of here.'

He cried in his heart.

Decisively, he leapt to the sky preparing to escape.

But from the corner of his eyes, he saw the blinding light once again.

'I'm doomed!'

That was his last thought before he was swallowed by the blinding light.