Chapter 007: Dividing the Spoils

A few days later, one night.

Wang Bo was fast asleep when he suddenly heard a faint sound of something cutting through the air. He opened his eyes, sat up in bed, and gazed into the distance. Through his penetrating sight, he saw three Daoists quietly entering the mansion from outside.

An old Daoist, a thin Daoist, and a beautiful female Daoist.

Wang Bo sneered at the sight of them.

In recent days, Wang Bo had been immersed in Daoist arts and had long forgotten about these three. If they hadn't come, he might not have remembered them for a while.

He hadn't expected them to come rushing to their deaths.

Since they were here, he might as well try out the Great Sun Invisible Sword Qi he had just created.

Wang Bo raised his right hand, about to flick out an invisible sword qi, but then he lowered his finger.

Because he noticed that behind the three Daoists, two more people were following.

These two wore black robes of the same color, with ancient jade pendants at their waists and black head wraps. Judging by their attire, they were clearly from the Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau.

When Wang Bo first arrived in Chang'an, he thought he had seen through the city completely.

The Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau was naturally within his observation.

As the saying goes, "It's easy to cultivate within the government."

The Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau was the Tang dynasty's equivalent of the Six Doors. Cultivators gathered there in droves. Although there were no top-tier experts, the vast majority were ordinary cultivators with average magical power, but their strength lay in numbers.

While this group wasn't powerful enough to sweep the world, managing Chang'an was well within their capabilities.

However, since entering Chang'an, Wang Bo had made many friends among exorcists but had never dealt with the Demon Suppression Bureau, mainly because they were all government officials and dealing with them was too troublesome. So Wang Bo simply couldn't be bothered with them.

He never expected to see Demon Suppression Bureau officials today.

And these Demon Suppression Bureau officials were sneaking behind the three Daoists. Could it be that while Wang Bo was absorbed in his research, the three Daoists had done something wrong and caught the Bureau's attention?

So Wang Bo decided to wait and see.

But when the three Daoists invaded the courtyard where Wang Bo was staying, the two Demon Suppression Bureau officials remained hidden behind, showing no sign of making a move.

This greatly puzzled Wang Bo.

What the hell were they up to? Why hadn't the Demon Suppression Bureau acted yet? Were they waiting to catch them red-handed?

Wang Bo held still.

The three Daoists entered the courtyard. The old Daoist stepped forward, gently blew out a breath, and a wisp of magical power drifted out like a breeze. Silently, it broke the latch on Wang Bo's room door.

The door opened without a sound.

The three Daoists filed in. Wang Bo still lay in bed, eyes closed, breathing evenly, as if asleep.

He wanted to see what the two Demon Suppression Bureau officials were up to.

The old Daoist approached the bed, formed a hand seal, and lightly tapped Wang Bo's forehead. Wang Bo sat up and opened his eyes, but if one looked closely, his eyes were unfocused.

The old Daoist nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Tell me, where have you hidden your gold and silver?"

Wang Bo replied, "I've hidden the gold and silver under the bed."

The old Daoist was startled and glanced back at the thin Daoist. The thin Daoist understood, stepped forward, and lifted the hanging blanket. Indeed, he found several chests under the bed.

The thin Daoist tugged at the air with his right hand, and the chests were dragged by an invisible force, flying out from under the bed and landing on the floor.

Then the thin Daoist waved his hand again.

The chests opened automatically, revealing boxes of gold, silver, and jewels that glittered in the night, nearly dazzling the Daoists' eyes.

The beautiful female Daoist was almost breathless. So rich, incredibly rich. These items alone were worth hundreds of thousands of taels of gold. With this money, they would never have to worry about finances for their future cultivation.

How could an ordinary person be so wealthy?

Before the beautiful female Daoist could react, two figures suddenly flashed into the room. One of them shouted, "Put the things down."

The female Daoist looked and exclaimed in shock, "The Demon Suppression Bureau!"

The two Demon Suppression Bureau officials, one older and one younger—the older mature and steady, the younger young and inexperienced—looked somewhat similar, as if they were father and son.

And the one who had just spoken was the young, inexperienced one.

The old Daoist was also somewhat surprised. He thought he had kept a low profile since entering Chang'an and hadn't caused any trouble, so he shouldn't have caught the Bureau's attention.

If it wasn't him, then...

The old Daoist suddenly realized, "So you've also set your sights on this merchant. In that case, this chest is for you."

He struck the air, and a chest full of jewels slid across the floor to stop in front of the two Demon Suppression Bureau officials.

"Consider today's matter as if you never saw it. Let's build a good relationship, shall we?"

The young, inexperienced youth was about to refuse when his father patted him.

The youth turned to look at his father. His father cupped his hands, stepped aside, and said, "I accept this gift. Please, go ahead."

The youth was shocked, "Father, you..."

"Shut up," his father whispered sternly.

Although the thin Daoist was reluctant, he ultimately said nothing. The female Daoist breathed a sigh of relief. If they clashed with the Great Tang Demon Suppression Bureau here, they would be in big trouble.

Since money could solve this, so much the better.

The old Daoist instructed his two disciples, "Pack up the things. Let's go."

The thin Daoist and the female Daoist nodded, quickly packed the gold, silver, and jewels into their pockets, and followed the old Daoist out of the room.

After they left, the youth said indignantly, "Father, why did you do that?"

His father said calmly, "These three are not weak, especially the old Daoist, whose magical power is formidable. If we clashed here, it would be hard for me to protect you."

He paused, then added, "Besides, our mission is to monitor this merchant and investigate his background, not to get into conflicts with unrelated people."

Although the youth was still aggrieved, he realized that he had been a burden to his father and lowered his head.

But in the next second, he heard a voice.

"So that's why you never made a move. You weren't monitoring those three Daoists; you were monitoring me."

The youth looked up sharply and saw the merchant, who was supposed to be under control, sitting on the bed, staring intently at the two of them, his eyes radiating boundless light.

Then, darkness fell before his eyes, and he knew nothing more.

After Wang Bo knocked out the two Demon Suppression Bureau officials with a single glare, he felt somewhat emotional. He had always thought the two officials were after the three Daoists.

But unexpectedly, they were after him.

That was quite surprising.