Stealing the Pen: Kirin's Primordial Lotus

The next day, the Nine Sects, led by Zhang Qishan, left Sand City in a mighty procession, with Zhang Qiling at the lead.

The group headed towards Sichuan Province. Along the way, the large group was divided into several groups and went to designated places. There were also ancient Chinese translation experts invited by Zhang Qishan from all over the country, antique shop owners, and some people who studied antiques.

After arriving at Siguniang Mountain in Sichuan Province, everyone rested for a while and then set up camp on the spot.

The leaders of the Nine Sects are not pushovers either. Although the future Zhang Qishan described to them is very beautiful, there are some who don't buy it and can smell something from the soldiers outside.

Outside their tents, in addition to their own confidants, there were also several soldiers sent by Zhang Qishan under the pretext of protection. Those soldiers who were said to be there for protection were actually monitoring whether they had any contact with the outside world.

"Tianshan, the people down there should already be looking for the cave according to the drawings Zhang Qiling gave us!"

Zhang Qishan sat in his tent, wearing glasses and looking at some official documents sent from Yanjing on the table in front of him, and asked Zhang Xishan who was standing behind him with a worried look on his face.

"Mountain?"

When Zhang Qishan didn't hear a reply, he shouted again.

Zhang Xishan finally came to his senses and responded, "Ah? Oh, Master Buddha and his men are already digging on the mountain. It shouldn't take long for them to find the cave."

"Tianshan, do you object to my using Zhang Qiling to carry out this operation?"

"Master Buddha, I..."

Zhang Xishan opened his mouth but didn't know what to say. After all, nothing that the Buddha decided could not be accomplished, so Zhang Xishan knew that even if he opened his mouth, it would not change anything.

Moreover, Zhang Xishan had been with Zhang Qishan for so many years, so how could he not understand Zhang Qishan's temper? He was a stubborn bull who would use a hammer to smash a way out of the wall.

"Master Buddha, there are some things I don't want to talk about. I know that even if I tell you, it won't change anything. It's better not to say it to save you the trouble."

"I know you don't approve of this action, but my boss wants me to do this. What can I do? Can I go against my boss?"

"Besides, the higher-ups have also said that no matter whether this matter succeeds or fails, they will let us off in the end. If we do well, we will naturally be rewarded, and if we do not, we will not be blamed."

"But, the clan leader and the others are innocent, why should we implicate them? Moreover, the clan leader also..." saved you, and you have forgotten that.

Before he could finish his words, Zhang Qishan slammed the report in his hand on the table, turned around and looked at Zhang Xishan with eyes wide open, who looked indignant.

"Are you questioning my decision?"

"Didn't I know he saved me?"

"Of course I want to refuse this action, but can I refuse?"

"Who am I? Who are they?"

"Besides, even if he saved me, I will always find ways to repay his kindness in the future, but this time is different."

"If I reject this proposal from the higher-ups, do you know how many people will be arrested? And how many people will be able to walk out alive?"

"There are nearly 10,000 people in Jiumen. I have to consider them. I think Zhang Qiling also thought of this, so he agreed to this action."

Zhang Qishan was about to say something, but he was interrupted by Zhang Qishan. "Okay, Qishan, you were injured a while ago. You should go down and take care of yourself. Let Haiting come and take over for you for a few days."

Zhang Qishan sent Zhang Tingshan away with just a few words. When Zhang Tingshan left the tent, he turned back to look at Zhang Qishan who was buried in his desk, but Zhang Qishan seemed to be attracted by the report and did not look up at him.

Zhang Xishan left Zhang Qishan's tent in disappointment. When he passed by Zhang Qiling and the others' tent, he wanted to go in but thought better of it.

Zhang Dianshan was lying on the camp bed in his tent, looking up at the ceiling of the tent. He felt indescribably sad in his heart and pulled the quilt over his head.