Chapter 1510 - 1332: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei
Chapter 1510: Chapter 1332: Xiao’ai, Dabao, Xiaobei
Although Immortal Water was supposedly made from the Snow Lotus of Heaven’s Mountain, he never delved deeply into this; every now and then, someone would deliver materials to them, and his father merely asked him to go out and sell the items.
However, over the past couple of years, he began to suspect that the business his family was engaged in was perhaps fraudulent.
His followers were still discussing visiting another village tomorrow, but Zou Yu had grown weary. They were on a path of no return; once they had sold in one village, his father had said, they needn’t go there again, as this would benefit more people.
As for the effects of the medicine, he himself was unaware. His father had mentioned that Immortal Water should be consumed only after the age of forty; besides, his extensive travels through the south and north had kept him robust, so he still benefited.
While they were planning, a masked person suddenly appeared with a firewood knife in hand, startling Zou Yu and his group. Zou Yu thought they were mountain bandits, but aren’t mountain bandits supposed to come in groups? Why was there only one?
And why with a firewood knife?
“Hey, what are you doing?” Zou Yu asked.
A rough voice responded, “This path is mine, this mountain is mine! If you wish to cross, leave behind a toll!”
“Oh really, just by yourself? Brother, can you even count? There are seven or eight of us here,” Zou Yu laughed, finding the bandit overly confident.
After speaking, Zou Yu took out a long knife and swung it in front of Xia Dabao, “You think you’re the only one with a weapon?”
The others also took out sticks and blades from the carriage. This group, always traveling through the south and visiting villages, was well-armed.
Xia Dabao spat out contemptuously, “Quit the nonsense. I am here to rob today. Whether you give willingly or not, you will give!”
With those words, she charged forward.
Zou Yu only had mediocre Kung Fu skills, and the other servants were at best physically robust but utterly out of their depth. It didn’t take long before Xia Dabao had beaten them down, prompting their desperate cries for mercy.
Xia Dabao held the firewood knife to Zou Yu’s throat, “Brother, do you want to keep your money or your life?”
“Life…life, the money is in that box. Noble hero, spare me… spare us,” Zou Yu pleaded, lying on the ground.
“You cowards! The tricks you people play, swindling old folks who’ve worked a lifetime to save a little money. How can you live with yourselves? Don’t you have nightmares?” Xia Dabao berated him, slapping his face.
Zou Yu interjected, “Noble hero… it’s truly not a scam. The Immortal Water is a heritage passed down from our ancestors. It helps clear the veins… If you don’t believe it, take a jar and try it.”
“Enough, enough, stop talking. If it’s really that beneficial, keep it and use it yourself!” Xia Dabao opened the box and spotted a bag marked “June 3, Peach Blossom Village”—presumably the money from Peach Blossom Village.
She took the money and soon vanished without a trace in front of Zou Yu and his group.
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This was Xia Dabao’s first robbery, and it filled her with a profound sense of accomplishment; she saw it as enforcing divine justice, seizing unrighteous wealth to aid the common folk.
She hid the money, planning to return it to the villagers after some time.
During that period, whenever she visited the threshing ground, she would overhear the elderly villagers discussing the Immortal Water:
“Mr. Wang, you spent so much money on that Immortal Water, have you noticed an improvement in your sleep?” someone asked.