Chapter 220 Kunlun Immortal Book_3
"A bunch of disorganized rabble!"
The old-money families clamored and discussed in chaos for a long time, yet in the end, they couldn't come to a conclusion, even rejecting the idea of a collective entreaty unto death.
If they truly had the resolution to petition until death, why would they come to the tavern? They would have gone to the palace gates as soon as the edict was issued.
With silver and gold passed down from ancestors, and countless cellars, mines, and fertile lands measuring in the tens of thousands of acres, how could they bear to die? The old-money families clearly knew that the new nobility would really let the Imperial Court fire upon them!
Better to protect their wealth and continue enjoying life than to die by long spears or cannons and be branded as rebels.
"We are loyal to the emperor and love our country; we must not disgrace our ancestors' honorable legacy!"
"..."
Comforting themselves with a barely satisfactory reason, the old treasures felt disheartened and saw a bleak future, even the world's finest wine seemed tasteless.
At that moment.
The curtain at the tavern's door lifted, and a figure entered, wearing a bamboo hat and a straw raincoat.
Bai Shiyu quickly went to greet them, "Sir, are you looking to have a meal or to stay the night?"
"Do you have Room No. 1 under Heaven?"
"This humble establishment only has regular rooms and premium rooms."
"I'll take a premium room."
The visitor removed the straw raincoat and bamboo hat, and with a gentle shake at the doorway, the water droplets scattered in an instant.
"Please, come this way!"
Bai Shiyu bowed and led the way to the corner room on the second floor's east side, brewing a pot of Da Hong Pao tea as requested by the guest.
On the first floor.
Yang Chong clicked his tongue in wonder at the person's impressive skills.
Chen Jiye nodded and said, "Such gallantry from a Wulin guest, decked in a straw raincoat and bamboo hat, quite the air of antiquity. Should the opportunity arise, it would be good to make acquaintance and foster friendly ties!"
"Certainly no ordinary individual."
Lu Bo's gaze flickered, suspicion stirring in his heart. He had been tracking the remnants of the Red Alliance for the past half year; relying on the intricate network of his thousand-year-old family, it seemed the head of the Jiangnan Tongquan Mansion was known as the Straw Raincoat Guest.
A short while later.
Another customer entered, a Taoist fortune teller carrying a banner that declared, "Descendant of Kunlun, Master of Unerring Prophecy."
"Boy, is there a Room No. 1 under Heaven available?"
There Is a Tavern was bustling with business, voices filling the air, not taking notice of the customers' peculiarities.
Only Lu Bo closely observed in secret, noting that today, particularly many guests had checked in, from skilled martial artists to the refined scholars, from those in long robes to those in hemp garments, a wide array from all walks of life.
Lu Bo listened intently, his experience allowing him to quickly find a pattern.
"Room No. 1 under Heaven must be a secret code, likely a gathering of the Red Alliance's remnants!"
"The Imperial Court has issued a bounty for the capture of the remnants of the Red Alliance. Should I seize this chance to render meritorious service, it would surely lead to a promotion and even help the Lu family escape our plight, possibly further advancing our standing!"
Lu Bo stole a glance at Shopkeeper Sun, who appeared to be leisurely reading a storybook, utterly indifferent to affairs around him.
"That server must be linked to the Red Alliance. By extension, perhaps Shopkeeper Sun… Would it be too risky to provoke such powerful individuals?"
"No matter how well I disguise my actions, should the Lu family benefit afterwards, we will certainly face retaliation from the remnants of the Red Alliance!"
After hesitating for a moment, Lu Bo glanced at his gold pocket watch to check the time and excused himself from his old friends, claiming he had matters to attend to and needed to leave temporarily.
He stepped out, boarded his carriage, and urged the coachman to hurry back to the mansion. Lu Bo had made up his mind; rather than passively watching his clan decline, he would take a risk and make a bold move.
"Besides, with Grandmasters in the palace, if I sacrifice some family wealth, I can surely secure their protection for a while!"
At that very moment.
A sigh reached his ears.
"This humble Taoist has old ties with your ancestors, what a pity, what a pity…"
Lu Bo's heart pounded violently, thumping like boiling water, then with a loud thud, there was no breath left in him.