Agent 66

  Huang Zhanglao didn't dare to hide it. He hastily told them that twenty years ago, he had followed the old master of the Zhenbao gang and presented jade stones to this family, telling everything in detail.

  "Oh, so that's how it is. Do you know what my surname is?"

  "Unbeknownst to us, the leaders and successors of the top ten gangs only knew of your family's existence but were unaware of any other details, including surname, address, appearance, or what kind of martial arts they practiced. All these are the highest secrets of the family, we are completely in the dark, just following orders. Moreover, it has always been your family that contacts us, the top ten gangs, once a year to collect supplies, not the other way around."

  "Right, the previous leader of the Medicine King Gang might know more about the situation because he was a secular agent for the noble family twenty years ago and was the only one allowed to actively contact them. However, as far as I know, the Medicine King Gang also lost contact with the noble family over these twenty years. For twenty years, the Pingzhou Jianghu gangs have been in a state of disarray, severely lacking discipline...I think it's time for the noble family to step out and take control."

  Huang Zhanglao's attitude was very respectful and humble, and his answers were also very detailed. He worried that Ye Qin was verifying whether his words were true or not, which would affect his trust in him, so he didn't dare to hide anything. As for the relationship between the Medicine King Gang and this family, he had no intention of hiding it either. The people of this family knew these things far better than he did.

  After hearing all of Huang Changlao's answers, Ye Qin secretly thought to himself that it seemed he wasn't any more knowledgeable than him. At least he knew that the old ghost patriarch of that family was named Nan Tianba and had been dead for twenty years.

  Ye Qin was basically satisfied with Huang Changlao's honest answer of fifteen to one ten.

  He thought to himself, in the past twenty years, none of the ten major gangs in Pingzhou had been taken over by other immortal families. Therefore, it was likely that there were no longer any immortals within the borders of Pingzhou. His situation should be relatively safe.

  Of course, this is just a small guess of his and cannot be absolutely confirmed.

  He had just entered the third layer of Qi Refining and didn't want to take any risks. Instead, he would make Yellow Elder of Treasure Pavilion his own, have him use Treasure Pavilion's power to collect spirit stones for himself, without drawing attention. By hiding behind the scenes, he could greatly reduce the risk of exposing himself directly.

  Ye Qin had made up his mind and decided to subdue Huang Zhanglao, making him obediently serve himself.

  He took advantage of Nan's reputation without hesitation.

  "Now I'm telling you, my surname is Nan, and my family is the Nan clan. The head of our clan and several brothers and sisters have not come out yet. I am the junior head of the Nan clan, temporarily acting on behalf of the master to handle external affairs."

  You don't have to be too formal, just call me Brother Nan and that's fine. Try not to draw too much attention to yourself. From now on, you, Huang Jintao, will be in charge of collecting jade stones for me within the borders of Pingzhou. As for other matters, you don't need to know about them, nor do you need to ask too many questions. All you need to know is that from now on, the Nan family has returned, and this Pingzhou is still the domain of the Nan family. You just need to follow my orders and do things accordingly. And you, Huang Jintao, will become the new agent of our family. As long as you can make contributions to the Nan family, I will not treat you unfairly."

  "I dare not. Thank you, young master. From now on, I will address you as Brother Nan in public and Young Master in private. Hereafter, I will follow your orders and be willing to die for the Nan family. Even if it means going up a knife mountain or down a sea of fire, I will not refuse."

  Old Huang was overjoyed, for a moment he seemed to have drunk strong wine, excited and unable to express himself, his face flushed with excitement, even his hands and feet didn't know where to put them. He had waited bitterly for more than two months, day and night, and finally the day had arrived. The position of agent of the Nan family, which was above the ten major gangs in Pingzhou, had finally fallen into his hands.

  "You don't have to go through thick and thin, just collect enough spirit stones for me. Of course, if you encounter any trouble that you can't solve, I'll also back you up!"

  Ye Qin said faintly and suddenly stretched out his right hand.

  Wow!

  In the cramped space of the cabin, a strange fluctuation suddenly appeared, a faint red gust of wind, suddenly appearing above Ye Qin's right hand, agilely swirling in his hand, with a hint of mystery and eeriness, and an awe-inspiring sharpness.

  "What is this, young master?"

  Huang Zhang jumped in fright, took a step back in surprise, pointing at that wisp of wind, his face full of astonishment.

  Ordinary wind, with internal family palm force slapped out of the strong wind, as soon as it appears will disappear, and it is impossible to exist on the palm for so long. But this wind seemed to be a ghostly spirit that lingered around Ye Qin's palm, almost eerie.

  Ye Qin didn't explain, but instead coldly smiled and glanced at a certain place outside the wing room, then pointed with his hand towards the outside of the adjacent room. A gust of wind suddenly broke through the wooden wall and came out, immediately followed by a "thud" sound from the other side of the partition, a heavy object fell to the ground with a muffled thud, it was a human voice.

  Huang Zhang was shocked, he had long ordered his subordinates not to approach the house, yet someone was eavesdropping outside.

  He pushed open the compartment door and rushed out in big strides, only to see a robust man with a dark complexion lying on the ground at the entrance.

  That powerful big man was a small leader, at least a first-class master's standard, but was tied up from head to toe by a strip of wind and couldn't move. The more he struggled, the tighter it got, deep into his muscles, only making the big man gasp in pain, hurting almost to the bone marrow.

  Jing Yi saw Huang Zhanglao come out and became even more frightened.

  "Who sent you?"

  The big man pressed his lips tightly together and didn't make a sound.

  "Hmph, you think that if you don't say it, I won't know? Besides the leader of my Treasure faction, who else could have planted a mole by my side? He's been on the throne for nearly twenty years and still doesn't trust me?"

  Huang Zhang's face became even more gloomy and he gritted his teeth.

  Ye Qin walked slowly out of the compartment.

  "This person has been eavesdropping outside the partition for a while now, and I'm sure he's heard many secrets. Huang Changlao, you know how to deal with him, no need for me to say more. I don't want to pry into your private matters, but there are still some people around you who need to be cleaned up."

  "Young master, I know what to do. I will definitely clean up the people around me as soon as possible to prevent any similar news leaks."

  Huang Zhanglao immediately nodded humbly, raised his foot and stepped on the big man's neck, his face gloomy and expressionless: "Damn it, you almost ruined my good fortune." With a burst of strength, he crushed the big man's neck into powder. The big man let out a miserable cry, convulsed twice, spat out a mouthful of blood, and died with his eyes rolled back.

  Ye Qin stood with his hands in his sleeves, watching coldly.

  This was the first time he had ever seen someone being killed in front of him, but for some reason, his heart didn't have any ripples, no special feelings. Maybe it was because of what he saw and heard when he was a child. Or maybe it was because he had seen too many people being skinned alive and cut to death in the execution chamber of the Medicine Pavilion, or perhaps it was due to his long-term cultivation of the "Sitting Forgetting Sutra" that he no longer had much feeling towards dead people.

  Fugitives in Jianghu, death is a common occurrence.

  In short, no matter what, the death of a person could no longer stir up any ripples in his heart.

  The third floor hall of Yongfu Building, several strong men in uniform quickly ran over from a distance, looking at Huang Lao and the black-clothed man beside him with alarm, not knowing what had happened.

  Old Man Huang waved his hand, and they carried the corpse away. Several strong men in uniform received Old Man Huang's order and did not dare to say more, immediately carrying the corpse of the dead man downstairs and burying it in a wild grave mound outside the county town.

  Ye Qin and Huang Changlao returned to the inner chamber.

  "I just used the Xianjia spell, Wind Binding Technique, which is specifically used for binding. Once bound by it, even ten cows would struggle to break free. There are many more spells like this. Now you know why my Nan family can rule Pingzhou without anyone daring to resist?"

  Ye Qin said in a flat tone about the method he used just now. To make Huang Changlao surrender to him, to find the spiritual stone for himself, he had to use both kindness and severity. Now he was going to show his severity, making Huang Changlao not dare to have any thought of resistance.

  "This is actually the legendary Xianjia spell!"

  Huang Zhanglao stared at Ye Qin in shock and horror, his heart churning with a stormy sea of emotions.

  For thousands of years, in the Wu State, Xianren has always existed in some legendary stories, but almost no one has ever seen them with their own eyes. He had also been guessing about the true identity of this family, thinking that it was a family with many extraordinary martial artists, but he never thought that standing in front of him would be an immortal, and the Nan family was actually a family of immortals, which was something he couldn't even imagine in his dreams.

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