Cultivators Are So Weak in This World-Chapter 155: Line 145, Part 1

Dream Boat Association!!?

How... how could it be!??

Xiang Ling’s heart instantly tensed to the extreme.

If the prior Tianxiang Pavilion was a coincidence, then what does the presence of the Dream Boat Association mean now?

Two coincidences in such a short time cannot be coincidences, but rather inevitabilities.

Scenes of suspicion and conjecture flashed through Xiang Ling’s mind.

But unfortunately, before she could regain her composure, a group of people on the opposite side had already converged.

Duan Valley and Qingsu walked to Zhang Rongfang’s side, along with several captains from the death squad.

Duan Valley was introducing several elite captains under his command to Zhang Rongfang, all of whom were masters above the Fourth Grade.

Zhang Rongfang smiled gently, conversing with each person in turn.

From the side and rear angle, Xiang Ling felt as though he had done nothing, as if the person who just slaughtered over a hundred people at the Tianxiang Pavilion was not him.

"Alright, less idle chatter. Let’s deal with the second point before the officials arrive. Let’s try to wrap things up tonight."

Led by Qingsu, the group quickly headed towards the Dream Boat Association in Xicheng District.

Xiang Ling lagged slightly behind; at this moment, the panic in her heart quickly steadied.

She knew very well that regardless of whether the Spirit Enforcer truly suspected her, the most important thing was to pass on the warning to reduce the losses of the Dream Boat Association.

Then....

Xiang Ling lowered her head to conceal the murderous intent and anger she couldn’t suppress.

Like Tongxin, she had struggled for so many years and even submitted to that member of the Huang family just to enjoy everything with peace of mind.

If the Dream Boat Association were destroyed, how could she maintain her current power and benefits??

Thinking of this.

She slightly fell behind, making several hand gestures with her hands.

At the mouth of an alley at the far end, two filthy beggars leaning against the wall sneakily saw the gestures, then pretended to stretch.

Once Zhang Rongfang and his group left, the beggars quickly got up and dashed into the alley.

Before long, a small red bird flew out of the alley, heading towards Xicheng District.

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Xicheng District, Dream Boat Association.

Unlike Tianxiang Pavilion, the Dream Boat Association was not constructed on the ground.

On the surface, it appeared to be just a small residence, with only front and back courtyards.

Outside, there was a signboard that looked like a regular residential plaque: Meng.

From the outside, ordinary people would have no idea what this mansion was for.

Even the surrounding neighbors only deduced from the comings and goings of guests that there were hidden wonders within the Meng Mansion.

With the flapping of wings, the Little Red Bird descended, landing on the back of a red-clothed woman’s hand in the backyard.

The woman quickly removed the bamboo tube and checked the scroll of paper.

As soon as she finished reading it, her expression changed slightly as she swiftly headed towards the only woodshed in the backyard.

Pushing the door open, the center of the woodshed was clean, with a tomb-like underground entrance built into the floor.

Without hesitation, the woman entered through the entrance.

Beneath this entrance lies the true Dream Boat Association.

Inside the entrance, there was a spacious passage lined with pairs of lanterns.

On both sides were strong-willed women in leather armor, helmets on their heads, and iron gloves on their hands.

Passing through the hundred-meter-long corridor, the red-clothed woman entered a small hall with multiple passages.

At the center of the small hall was a counter.

Behind it sat two beautiful women playing cards.

"Sister Hong, what brings you down here today?" a woman in cyan clothing asked with a smile.

"There’s news from the master, something’s come up. Open the door and let me in to see Lord Xiao Chenyi," the red-clothed woman said coldly.

"Alright, just a moment." The cyan-clothed woman turned a switch under the counter.

Suddenly, the wall on one side of the small hall slowly rose, revealing an arched doorway.

Behind the door was another somewhat dim passage.

At the top hung a plaque: Dog.

"Lord Xiao is playing in the Dog Den, and the other lords are in the Cat Den," the cyan-clothed woman answered.

"What about Lord Chen Zhao?" Sister Hong asked in a deep voice.

"Lord Chen went to the Dark Zone. The triplets that arrived today need proper training, and he’s preparing their secret medicine," the cyan-clothed woman replied.

The so-called secret medicine was a specially concocted drug unique to the Dark Zone. After ingestion, it caused significant bodily harm, leading to complete infertility.

There were also side effects of gradual blindness.

These women who consumed the drug were then collectively thrown into the Dark Zone, where Xiang Ling personally crafted them into a unique entertainment area.

With the management of Dream Liquid, no one in the Dream Boat Association wanted or dared to resist.

Here, Xiang Ling, who controlled the Dream Liquid, was the sole master.

While other guests who came to play were temporary masters.

Whatever service could be imagined, it could be provided here.

The entire Dream Boat Association secretly pulled many of the noble youths in Wushan Prefecture into its depths.

The red-clothed woman quickly went through the passage, soon arriving in another much larger stone hall.

In the stone hall was a tall and robust man, holding a stack of bamboo rings, sitting lazily on a leather chair, tossing them out.

A bamboo ring flew out, and several women on the ground rushed out like real dogs, scrambling for the fallen bamboo ring.

Sister Hong knew in her heart that those bamboo rings were soaked in Dream Liquid, which could ease these women’s drug cravings.

"Lord Xiao, the master’s secret message has arrived, instructing us to hide and close the entrance immediately. And to relocate the personnel."

"Who would dare have such audacity to provoke this place?" Xiao Chenyi, who was already over forty, had reached the peak of his martial skills, but his Qi and Blood were declining, with no more potential for progress.

The only pleasure is these entertainments and games.

This is also the reason why he spends his days in the Dream Boat Association, serving as the head of security here.

"I do not know," Sister Hong said, bowing her head.

"Xiang Ling is the same, getting anxious at the slightest thing, wanting to close the entrance all the time. Don’t you know how many dignitaries are enjoying themselves here right now?

Disturbing them at a time like this would just annoy everyone for no reason," Xiao Chenyi remarked indifferently.

Sister Hong lowered her head and remained silent.

She knew that Xiao Chenyi only dared to complain in front of her, but if he saw Xiang Ling’s master, he wouldn’t hesitate to appease them. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

As an Eighth Grade expert, Xiao Chenyi had completely lost his former pride and self-esteem.

For the sake of pleasure and obtaining a sufficient quantity of Dream Liquid, he was now nothing more than a dog for Xiang Ling’s master.

Seeing Sister Hong not respond, Xiao Chenyi sighed impatiently.

"Alright, alright, we’ll close it right away, and afterwards we’ll leave through the fifth side door."

"Please do it quickly," Sister Hong whispered.

"Don’t worry, once we close the passage entrance, no one will be able to find this place," Xiao Chenyi replied impatiently.

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"This is it."

Qingsu led the way to the entrance of the Meng Mansion.

The red-doored entrance with yellow rings depicted a large lotus flower.

It was a pitch-black lotus, as dark as fire.

Yellow lanterns hung on both sides of the entrance, each bearing a word: "Qing" and "Elegant."

Boom!!

The door was suddenly flung open.

Teams of Golden Wing Pavilion death warriors, wearing black masks, charged in.

Zhang Rongfang and his team slowly stepped over the threshold and entered.

Yet, beyond the threshold, within the courtyard, it was empty and deserted, with not a soul in sight.

Two poplar trees stood apart on either side, their massive shade covering most of the courtyard.

"Is this the Dream Boat Association? Where is everyone?" Zhang Rongfang asked with slight surprise.

"There should be a secret passage here. When I previously investigated, I noticed that the traffic in and out here far exceeded what such a small two-entry courtyard could accommodate," Qingsu replied.

"Tongxin, Xiang Ling, do you know what’s going on here?"

Zhang Rongfang looked at Black Eagle and Bai Ying.

"I do not know." "No idea," they quickly replied, lowering their heads and not daring to say more.

Xiang Ling knew in her heart that Zhang Rongfang couldn’t keep making moves for long.

Otherwise, if the government or the Huang Family Sea Dragon reacted, his surprise attack would be meaningless.

If the Sea Dragon and the Huang family joined forces to eliminate Zhang Rongfang, even if he was a Ninth Grade spiritual envoy, it would be incredibly difficult for him.

So, during this wave, the Golden Wing Pavilion’s people couldn’t stay here for long.

And the Dream Boat Association, with its ancient underground palace, had been built into a unique facility, hard to discover once hidden.

Even though the Golden Wing Pavilion had many experts, finding significant clues in such a short time was unlikely.

Therefore, she needed to buy time....

"Burn this place down," Zhang Rongfang’s voice suddenly came.

Xiang Ling shivered.

Burn it down!??

She looked up and saw the black-masked Golden Wing Pavilion members setting up firewood all around, preparing to ignite it.

Some death warriors took out professional kerosene, splashing it everywhere.

Zhang Rongfang stood in the center of the courtyard, smiling.

"It seems this Dream Boat Association has a way to hide itself."

"But it doesn’t matter."

He stretched out his hand, gently stroking one of the poplar trees.

"If we can’t find it, we’ll just destroy it all."

"My Lord! You can’t do that! There are dignitaries nearby, and if the fire spreads, affecting other innocent people nearby....."

Xiang Ling suppressed her urgency, forcing herself to speak up and persuade him.

The underground palace wasn’t afraid of being burned, but this was its main entrance, and all the mechanisms were here. If they got burned... it would be extremely difficult to restore it later.

Moreover, what’s most important... she had stashed away silver notes and gold bars worth half a year’s profits here. If it caught fire....

"Don’t worry, I’ll send someone to alert them. Just say there’s a fire here," Zhang Rongfang said, unconcerned.

Xiang Ling wanted to persuade him further, but when she saw the faint impatience on Zhang Rongfang’s smile, she realized his patience had reached its limit. If she said another word, she feared....

Soon, barrels of already-prepared kerosene were splashed around.

Xiang Ling grew more and more restless.

But she dared not say too much, only feeling frustrated inside, her mind racing with all sorts of notions.

Quickly, a lit torch was handed to Zhang Rongfang.

He took the torch with a smile and withdrew from the Meng Mansion along with everyone else.

Duan Valley looked at the courtyard covered in kerosene, his face twitching unconsciously.

He had been here to play and knew the benefits of this place; destroying it like this was truly.... wasteful.

If he were the spiritual envoy, he wouldn’t destroy it so easily. Instead, he would control it himself.

This was not only a paradise for enjoyment but also a good business that could build many connections in Wushan Prefecture.