"Interesting... so I even get the memories of the dead..."
Wang Chen muttered as he reviewed the memories of the dead. He was already back in the Dragon and Phoenix Dojo, sitting leisurely on a rocky chair.
After going through the memories multiple times, he had made a very interesting discovery. Wang Chen's eyes couldn't help but narrow.
A severely damaged nascent soul weapon!
Indeed, the Blood Fang Gang had somehow gotten their hands on a nascent soul weapon. This piece of news was kept tightly under wraps, and even a few members of the gang knew about it.
It was also because of this treasure that the gang was not able to pay attention to other matters.
"So this is the reason they haven't yet come knocking on my door."
Indeed, this was something Wang Chen had found strange from the start. The Blood Fang should know every nook and alley of the Imperial City, so why was it taking so long for them to find him? Now he knew.
As such, he became especially alert, keeping an even vigilant eye on the surroundings.
As for the matter with Zi Han, he had already put it in the back of his mind. After all, why would someone like her accept him as her master?
With this, time continued to pass, and in the blink of an eye, a week had passed.
During this past week, the Imperial City was enveloped in a peaceful atmosphere, but the experienced and those with a discerning eye could tell this was just the calm before the storm. Realizing this, some decisive individuals had even packed their belongings and were already on their way to leave the city.
And it was just as everyone had expected. It wasn't clear how, but the news of Blood Fang getting their hands on the damaged nascent soul treasure had been exposed.
The remaining four gangs of the city didn't take this news positively. To them, the weapon was a big threat and could shift the balance of power.
According to some sources, to combat this threat the gangs formed a secret alliance with the second biggest gang—the Sharp Tooth Gang—leading it.
Alerted by this development, Blood Fang had made preparations to go to war and asked all the members who were outside to come back to headquarters.
"Damn that son of a pig, Sui Zheng! How did the news get exposed?"
A middle-aged man with arched eyebrows dressed in crimson spoke out hatefully. This man was none other than head of the Blood Fang Gang, Bu Fang.
Sitting some distance away was none other than Vice Head Zhang. At this moment there was a tight frown on his handsome face.
Next moment, Vice Leader Zhang got up from his seat and said: "How the leader of Sharp Tooth Gang, Sui Zheng, got the news doesn't matter. What is more important is to find who exactly stole the Ten Thousand Soul Flag."
With these words, Vice Leader Zhang actually revealed something shocking—the Ten Thousand Soul Flag was none other than the damaged nascent soul treasure.
The treasure which created so much commotion had actually been stolen. Just who was this daring thief?
The expression of the two heads of the Blood Fang Gang was extremely grim.
Seemingly unknown to them, a dark shadow the size of an ant was listening to this conversation secretly. Once it heard the treasure had been stolen, the shadow shook as if extremely shocked, then suddenly disappeared.
Moments after the shadow disappeared, the expression of the two heads turned nonchalant.
Gang Leader Bu Fang looked extremely indifferent and asked: "Is he gone?"
Vice Leader Zhang wordlessly nodded.
After the confirmation, Gang Leader Bu Fang coldly sneered:
"Does this pig Sui Zheng think we are as stupid as him? Want us to sacrifice ten thousand cultivators to repair the treasure then steal it from us?"
"Does he think we are so stupid?"
Vice Leader Zhang simply listened without interfering, but from the coldness radiated from his eyes, it became clear the leader of Sharp Tooth had really angered him.
Just then Bu Fang returned to normal and ordered:
"You go and investigate who is truly behind this. That Sui Zheng is too stupid to cook such an evil scheme."
Vice Leader Zhang nodded and took his leave.
Even for the briefest second there was no mention of Wang Chen. To the two of them, Wang Chen was not worth paying attention to at all.
Meanwhile, in a secluded grand courtyard, a middle-aged figure was sipping tea when suddenly cold wind blew in the courtyard followed by the appearance of a dark shadow, slowly turning into a masked man.
Witnessing the sudden appearance of the dark shadow, the expression of the middle-aged man didn't change.
If the two heads of the Blood Fang were here, they would have instantly recognized this man. He was none other than leader of Sharp Tooth Gang, Sui Zheng.
Sui Zheng calmly looked at the masked bowing man and said: "What is it? How are Blood Fang Gang's preparations?"
The masked man bowed and started reporting.
Sui Zheng calmly listened. Everything was according to his plans.
Just as he was thinking this was all, the shadow spy once again continued:
"Respected master, the nascent soul treasure Ten Thousand Soul Banner seemed to have been stolen."
As soon as he heard those words, Sui Zheng's brain seemed to have short-circuited.
This was clearly out of his expectation.
He didn't react for a long time. After another breath of time, he came back to his senses and dismissed the shadow spy.
As soon as the spy was gone, a panicked expression appeared on his face.
"This wasn't according to the plan!"
Next moment, Sui Zheng looked at the black obsidian ring worn on his index finger and anxiously said: "Senior, the treasure is stolen! What to do?"
At this time, the leader of Sharp Tooth Gang had no bearing of a fearsome gang leader—he just looked like a teenager caught red-handed in the act.