Steam Era: The Lord of 'Puluo'-Chapter 747 - 481: New and Old Grudges_2

Revenge must be taken, grudges must be addressed. Today, truly, presents the perfect opportunity to strike while the enemy is down.

The Eggplant People were sent out, and the letters were delivered, leaving Old Xu with some regrets.

He really wanted to go to Sage Peak himself to see the current state of the Saint and, if possible, to accompany him on his final journey. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

But he couldn’t go. He had promised the Peddler to hold down Medicine King Valley. He would not leave Medicine King Valley within the agreed timeframe.

Yet his curiosity remained: what was the situation on Sage Peak now?

「...」

A farmer, accompanied by his grandson, was pushing a cart of grain up to Sage Peak. The cart was heavy, the mountain road difficult, and the grandfather-grandson duo were almost unable to push any further.

An old man with a round hat and round glasses, leaning on a cane, asked, "Old fellow, what are you doing?"

The farmer replied with a smile, "Delivering grain to the Saint."

"Still delivering grain to the Saint now?"

The farmer was quite surprised. "What’s wrong now?"

The old man said, "Haven’t you heard that something happened on Sage Peak?"

The farmer was unconcerned and waved his hand. "I’ve heard about it. It’s just a few spirits causing trouble on the mountain.

These spirits are courting death. The Saint has a benevolent nature and allowed them to live for a couple more days. Those with any sense had better leave quickly. If they show no appreciation for his mercy and the Saint truly gets angry, he could make them die without a place for burial in the blink of an eye."

"Just by blinking?" The old man was skeptical. "Does the Saint really have that kind of power?"

"You dare to speak such words here at Sage Peak?" The farmer was terrified. "If your heart is insincere, I advise you not to see the Saint. See that mountain over there? That mountain wasn’t originally here. The Saint merely had a thought and, in the blink of an eye, moved it over.

If he can move mountains, what are a few spirits? Now, some people in the village no longer dare to go up the mountain, which proves their insincerity. Such people will never become Sage’s Disciples."

Having said that, the old farmer continued to push his cart up the mountain with his grandson.

The old man wearing the round hat advised one last thing, "I always prioritize acting with virtue. Now, I sincerely say to you, old fellow, if you seek death, go alone. Do not involve the child."

The old farmer stopped the cart, a hint of guilt stirring within him. What if they really encountered spirits? His own old bones could be discarded, but what if the child suffered as a result? Yet, they had come all this way without encountering any spirits. He had intended to show his sincerity to the Saint by choosing this particular time to come. Why retreat now just because of that old man’s words?

The more the old farmer thought about it, the more uneasy he felt. He wanted to speak to the old man again, but when he turned his head, he realized that the man wearing the round hat had disappeared.

Good heavens! Was that old man a spirit?

The old farmer felt a wave of fear and quickly took his grandson, pushing the cart down the mountain.

After a short while, he saw a beggar and a young man heading up the mountain.

The old farmer did not dare to ask further and hurriedly continued down with the cart.

Greenwater Beggar looked back and said, "Why is that man in such a hurry? We should have stopped him to ask."

He Jiaqing shook his head. "No need to ask. He must have seen a Knife Labor Ghost. I saw one in the woods just now too."

Greenwater Beggar laughed. "It’s really strange. The Knife Labor Ghosts have actually managed to leave Knife Ghost Ridge. I really want to know whose scheme this is."

He Jiaqing frowned slightly. "The schemes here are indeed baffling. Someone has laid a grand trap for the Saint, catching him off guard at every turn.

In a moment, don’t rush into action. I’ll sweep through his mansion first. Whatever I find, we’ll split it evenly."

Greenwater Beggar shook his head. "You can keep it all. I’m not interested. I just want his old life."

He Jiaqing smiled. "Let’s see what we find first. Royal treasures—who wouldn’t be tempted?"

Greenwater Beggar weighed his Begging Bowl. "Before acting, consider your own strength. The Drachma Calligrapher has arrived, the Hundred Flowers Fine Painting has arrived, the Smiling Face Ghost King has arrived, Half Mouth of Yellow Soup has arrived, and Three-Pot Smoking Pipe has also arrived.

The cultivation levels of these individuals all surpass the ’Above the Clouds’ realm. Moreover, many formidable experts from the ’Above the Clouds’ realm are also on their way. If you sweep up all the good stuff, you might find it difficult to leave Cheap Person Ridge."

He Jiaqing was surprised. "Why are you so concerned about me today?"

Greenwater Beggar sneered. "I couldn’t care less whether you live or die, but this matter must not involve me. I only want to take that old scoundrel’s life; I don’t want to offend these people."

「...」

The old farmer pushed his cart down Sage Peak and was hurrying towards his village. As he neared the village entrance, he saw a man in a black suit and a Foreigner approaching.

Li Banfeng said nothing. Cui Tiq stepped forward to greet him, "Old sir, where are you planning to take this cart of grain?"

Seeing the Foreigner, the old farmer hesitated to speak, fumbling for words before finally saying, "This... this is for the Saint."

Cui Tiq asked again, "Isn’t Sage Peak over there? Why are you going in the opposite direction?"

The old farmer licked his lips, thinking about how to respond. The customs of Cheap Person Ridge were quite different from other places in Puluo State. Foreigners rarely appeared here, and most people had never seen one. Those who had seen Foreigners always treated them with the utmost respect. With the Foreigner asking, the old farmer didn’t dare not answer. But if he admitted he was frightened and no longer dared to deliver to the mountain, the Saint would surely hear of it, and his grandson’s chance of studying would be over. The Foreigner in front of him certainly had an uncommon background; he had to be careful with his words.

The old farmer replied, "The Saint said the grain wasn’t up to standard, so I’m going back to get another cartload."

With that, the old farmer hurried off with his cart.

Cui Tiq sighed. "When I first came to Puluo State, I didn’t understand why this place was called Cheap Person Ridge. I didn’t know why a place would be given such a name. Now I understand."