PAINTING OF THE NINE IMMORTALS

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Qin Guang Zhi has been very content with his life.
He was nearly 60 years old, and because he was not born with strong natural abilities, he had given up on trying to achieve greatness within the Taoism community. With no higher goal in his life, he focused his energy on enjoying his life by going out to sing every day and picking up women every night. He teased those who were less trained than he was, and he taunted those who were not in as high of a societal position as him.
That was pretty much all to his life.
As the General Manager of the Qi Zhen Pavilion, Qin had some power in his hands. Though of course, the primary source of income that sustained his lavish lifestyle was mostly through fraud and cheating.
For example, two days ago, he encountered a really fat sheep and stole as much as 20,000 spiritual stones. Even to him, it was an insanely large amount, and the person with that money was someone very dumb with very little training and no notable background. Therefore, without any hesitation, he took the money.
He never even thought about what might happen afterward. What kind of drama could a young cultivator with a Qi level of three cause?
Now that he thinks about it, those 20,000 spiritual stones did not deserve to be possessed by that little cultivator. That amount of stones could only be well-spent if they were in his hands.
One must admit that this type of thinking deserved to be punished.
Right now, he was sitting in a chair, relaxingly drinking his afternoon tea. Beside him were two thinly dressed, stunning women. Both of whom were ma.s.saging his shoulders.
"That dumba.s.s didn't come again today, did he?" Qin Guang Zhi put down his teacup and grabbed onto the chest of the woman beside him.
"That little boy didn't seem to have any background, why would he try to stir up conflicts with you?" The woman was a little out of breath.
"Haha, at least he knows his place. With those ant-like beings, I have killed, if not 1,000, at least 800 of them." Qin Guang Zhi smiled at the woman and tightened his grasp on her chest. Then he saw a thin young man walking towards him in a green robe.
"Mister, a Fifth-Leveled Qi cultivator is here at the Qi Zhen Pavilion looking to sell three Dans. He said he's in possession of some rare and expensive Dans, but he will only show everyone what it is if a manager is around." The thin man clasped his hands together and laughed. "I was thinking, this type of exciting stuff should be handled by you, sir. So I am here to report it."
"Oh?"
Qin Guang Zhi was very interested, and a grin flashed across his face. He threw ten spiritual stones to the man and said, "You did the right thing. This is your reward."
The man in the green robe accepted the stones with a huge smile.
It was obvious that he knew the type of stuff Qin Guang Zhi does.
"Hehe, baby, let me go check out what kind of rare Dan this fat sheep has. When I come back, I will continue taking care of you," Qin Guang Zhi patted the woman's cheek and walked out of the garden towards the Qi Zhen Pavilion's greeting room.
The Qi Zhen Pavilion was very powerful within the Qin Dynasty. It was an organization that sold rare treasures but also acted as a simple shop front for ordinary sellers. Often times, the pavilion would also hold auctions for cultivators who were looking to sell rare treasures they have found.
During these times, he had the opportunity to scam.
When cultivators with no strong background nor high skills come to auction off items, Qin Guang Zhi would first use words to calm the other person and get his hands on the spiritual stones or the treasure itself. Then, he would use methods that are highly unethical to threaten the person and stop him from ever announcing what happened to the public.
Then, he would take what were theirs as his own.
He has been the general manager for more than ten years, and he has forcefully taken over 50 items and over 100,000 stones. To acc.u.mulate this wealth, he has gotten his hands dirty with hundreds of human lives. Those who were in a weaker position in the Taoism community were too terrified to reveal his crimes. With n.o.body there to defy him, his life became easier and easier, and he became more and more gutsy with a bigger and bigger appet.i.te.
To complement his doings, he also bought off a few maids and paid some workers in the pavilion to send him a signal when lowly trained cultivators came by.
"I wonder if this sheep before my door is fat enough. I also wonder which rare Dan he's talking about?" Qin Guang Zhi was full of antic.i.p.ation. His steps fastened.
Before long, he arrived at the gracefully decorated greeting room.
After entering the room, he saw a guy in a black cloak and a black hat with a veil covering his face. He held a cup of tea in his hand, which he moved close to his mouth and took a sip from it.
This cultivator was Ling Xian.
After he had thought of a way to deal with this rotten man, he came to Qi Zhen Pavilion and used the three Qing Hua Dans as bait to lure Qin Guang Zhi in. He was sure that if he made a big deal out of the mysterious Dans he had, someone was going to report it to the manager of the pavilion.
"The fish bit."