Chapter 53: Stealing the Home

"So that's it. A mysterious monk caused havoc in Fengdu, stole its precious treasure, and ended up killed by you." The little girl listened quietly to Wang Bo's account, then blew out a smoke ring.

"Interesting, truly interesting. But this means you're in big trouble. This treasure has an extraordinary origin; Fengdu won't let it go. At any moment, they might send someone to demand it back."

Wang Bo said nonchalantly, "If they want it, I'll just give it to them."

The little girl couldn't help asking, "Do you know the power of this treasure?"

"Of course I do." Wang Bo nodded. His fifty thousand mechanical soldiers had been slaughtered without any resistance by the hundreds of thousands of ghost soldiers and generals within the Yin Tiger Tally.

It was practically a crushing force.

Wang Bo certainly knew the extraordinary power of the Yin Tiger Tally.

"Since you know, are you still willing to hand over the Yin Tiger Tally?"

"Why not? It's just a treasure." Wang Bo had several treasures in hand, and whether it was the Divine Garment or Gungnir, they far surpassed the Yin Tiger Tally.

With Gungnir in hand, Wang Bo could easily destroy the Yin Tiger Tally.

The little girl rolled her eyes, a seductive charm naturally emerging, and said in a sweet voice, "I underestimated you. I didn't expect you to be so indifferent to such a treasure. Truly magnanimous."

Wang Bo asked with interest, "Do you know the origin of the Yin Tiger Tally?"

"Of course I do." The little girl said, "In the mortal world, there are tiger tallies to mobilize troops; in the underworld, naturally, there is the Yin Tiger Tally to command ghost soldiers and generals."

"It is a treasure personally refined by the Emperor of Fengdu, capable of communicating with Fengdu. No matter where in the Three Realms, it can mobilize the ghost soldiers and generals within Fengdu. Calling it a treasure of Fengdu is no exaggeration."

Upon hearing this, Wang Bo immediately understood the origin of the Yin Tiger Tally. But at the same time, he grew even more disdainful of it, because Wang Bo would soon leave this world.

No matter how powerful the Yin Tiger Tally was, it couldn't communicate with Fengdu across a universe to mobilize its ghost soldiers and generals.

So for Wang Bo, this thing was utterly useless, a piece of junk.

Of course, for the people of this world, it was definitely a precious treasure. But he couldn't quite understand why, if it was a treasure of Fengdu, it had been so easily stolen by Cihang Pudu.

Was a demon who had cultivated for a thousand years really so formidable that he could roam Fengdu unopposed?

If Cihang Pudu was truly that powerful, how could he have been killed with one punch by Wang Bo?

Or perhaps he had overestimated the immortals and buddhas of this world; maybe they weren't as powerful as he imagined.

That wasn't impossible. In some worlds, immortals were indeed pathetically weak.

But judging from Taiyin Zhenren's strength, a master like him hadn't ascended, indicating that the immortals of this world had some real power.

At least Wang Bo, without wearing the Divine Garment or wielding Gungnir, probably couldn't defeat him.

If that was the case, how could Cihang Pudu have stolen the Yin Tiger Tally from Fengdu, a place teeming with experts?

This baffled Wang Bo.

But just then, a possibility occurred to him.

Unless the Emperor of Fengdu wasn't home.

Although Fengdu was the Emperor's domain, that didn't mean he had to be there every day. These were immortals; what if he grew restless and wanted to travel or visit a friend?

Or perhaps the Heavenly Court held a banquet and invited the Emperor of Fengdu to attend.

So the Emperor of Fengdu took his subordinates to the Heavenly Court banquet, leaving only ordinary ghost clerks to maintain order in Fengdu. No one expected that a reckless demon would take advantage of the Emperor's absence to steal from his home.

This seemed incredible, but it wasn't impossible.

After all, Cihang Pudu wasn't from this world but from another, and the immortals and buddhas of the "A Chinese Ghost Story" world might have already vanished.

So Cihang Pudu didn't know the terror of immortals and buddhas and dared to brazenly rob the Emperor of Fengdu's home.

And take away a treasure like the Yin Tiger Tally.

Thus, Wang Bo felt his guess was likely true.

Evidence: after Wang Bo left Baoqing Workshop, a full month passed, and still no one from Fengdu came to reclaim the Yin Tiger Tally. If it was truly a treasure of Fengdu, why did Fengdu seem so indifferent?

Could it be that Fengdu didn't know the Yin Tiger Tally had fallen into his hands?

That shouldn't be. With Fengdu's power, they should be able to easily locate the Yin Tiger Tally, since it was one of their treasures.

Thus, Wang Bo's guess was correct.

The Emperor of Fengdu wasn't home, so his subordinates couldn't find the Yin Tiger Tally's whereabouts.

Considering the time flow of "a day in heaven, a year on earth," perhaps the Emperor of Fengdu was still drinking with friends or attending a banquet, unaware that the Yin Tiger Tally had been lost.

Or perhaps he knew it was lost but simply didn't care.

The Yin Tiger Tally was a treasure refined by the Emperor of Fengdu; maybe when he returned to Fengdu, with a wave of his hand, the tally would fly back to him automatically.

So in the Emperor's view, such a trivial matter wasn't worth returning for; it was better to enjoy drinking with old friends.

As for the thousand-year-old demon who dared to steal the Yin Tiger Tally, he could simply send a trusted subordinate to beat him to a pulp.

"Settling accounts after the autumn harvest" wasn't just an idiom.

Therefore, Wang Bo stopped worrying and went about his business. As for the Yin Tiger Tally, he stored it away, waiting for the Emperor of Fengdu to reclaim it.

Meanwhile, a month had passed outside, but inside the Time Villa, three whole years had elapsed. Xiaoqing's spiritual weapon was finally forged.

When Wang Bo handed the weapon to Xiaoqing, she jumped three feet in the air with joy.

This flying sword was entirely cyan, capable of growing or shrinking. At its largest, it could become a giant sword sweeping across mountains; at its smallest, it could be the size of an embroidery needle.

However, with Xiaoqing's current magical power, she couldn't yet transform the sword into a mountain-sweeping giant blade. But she turned it into a hairpin, styled her hair in a bun, and pinned it on her head, adding to her beauty.

Afterward, Wang Bo brought the two demon blacksmiths out of the Time Villa and personally went to Baoqing Workshop to return them to the little girl.

Along with them, he also handed over the twenty percent fee.

The little girl accepted the payment with a sly smile and said in a soft voice, "Customer, feel free to come again."

Wang Bo just chuckled in response.

To be honest, if nothing unexpected happened, he probably wouldn't come here again.