Starting from the imperial palace guards, his clones spread all over the world.

Chapter 537 The Silver Vanishing Technique

A strong wind, carrying sand and dust, swept across the green tiles and white walls of Yongzhou City like the sobbing of a wronged woman.

Along the way, one can see large numbers of people and horses rushing towards Yongzhou City from all directions.

These people, some on horseback and some on foot, their swords gleaming coldly in the sunlight, were clearly martial arts practitioners at a glance.

Mr. Ding frowned slightly, his eyes showing vigilance. With a wave of his hand, the elites of the Green Robe Pavilion scattered like swallows, quickly disappearing into the crowd to gather information.

Not long after, they hurriedly returned and gathered around the carriage to report to Liang Jin:

"Reporting to the Lord! It is said that a martial arts tournament is being prepared in this area, so martial artists from all over the world are gathering here."

"Not only have representatives from all the major sects come here, but even the imperial court's Six Doors troops have gathered here, and even people from the Black Dragon Dynasty and the Sihali Kingdom have come to observe."

Liang Jin slowly opened the car window, and a gust of wind carrying sand and the smell of sweat rushed in.

His eyes were like an eagle's as he looked outside.

Among the martial arts practitioners, most groups displayed their flags, indicating their sect and identity.

Colorful flags fluttered in the wind, and under the setting sun, they resembled a surging, colorful ocean, creating a lively scene.

Mr. Ding stroked his beard, a hint of worry flashing in his eyes:
"It seems that Yongzhou City is probably the key place where Wang Huaishuang attacked and killed the Demon King."

This is where you exchange silver, and this is also where the martial arts tournament is held. It seems that Wang Huaishuang intends to lure the people from Qingyi Tower here.

It seems that someone has already set up a trap here.

However, this scheme is not aimed at Qingyi Tower; Qingyi Tower is merely a pawn in their eyes.

Liang Jin glanced down at the [Thousand-Mile Tracking] tool. Although the location of the Demon Slayer King was still some distance from Yongzhou City, it was not difficult to see that he was heading in the direction of Yongzhou City.

Liang Jin's eyes sharpened, and he decisively gave the order:

"Let's raise our banner as well."

Since entering the Great Qian Dynasty, Qingyi Tower has attracted a lot of attention.

After all, it would be very difficult to hide such a powerful force as the Green Robe Pavilion.

The team led by Liang Jin was intended to attract attention, allowing other teams from the Green Robe Pavilion to lie low and establish themselves in the Great Qian Dynasty.

As the order was given, large flags were raised among the ranks of the Qingyi Tower.

The flags fluttered in the wind, the three large characters "Qingyi Tower" appearing and disappearing in the wind, exuding a mysterious yet powerful aura.

This immediately drew the attention of the surrounding martial artists to the Qingyi Tower's group.

After all, the Qingyi Tower team was large in number and had a grand procession, making them very eye-catching.

Upon seeing the banner of the Green Robe Pavilion, the martial artists couldn't help but whisper among themselves, discussing the matter animatedly.

"The Green Robe Pavilion? What kind of sect is that? I've never heard of it. Have you heard of it?"

"I've never heard of this sect before, but they don't seem like a small sect. It's really strange."

"It seems that the influence of this martial arts tournament is indeed huge, attracting some low-profile sects that don't usually show their skills. It's getting more and more interesting."

……

The discussion among the martial artists of the Great Qian Dynasty about the Green Robe Pavilion was merely out of curiosity.

Some martial artists from the Western Desert turned pale upon seeing the banner of the Green Robe Pavilion.

The people of the Western Desert knew all too well what the Green Robe Tower meant to them.

In recent times, the Green Robe Tower has swept through all the major sects in the Western Desert, killing countless people. It has become the overlord of the Western Desert by stepping over countless corpses.

Immediately, some warriors from the Western Desert fled far away, as if avoiding snakes and scorpions.

Some warriors from the Western Desert hurriedly stepped forward to pay their respects, not daring to be negligent.

This scene, on the contrary, aroused even more curiosity among the surrounding martial artists of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Sudden.

A series of rhythmic and heavy hoofbeats approached from afar.

A group of people appeared from afar. The men were all imposing and dressed in uniform, tight-fitting clothes, with gleaming weapons at their waists, making them extremely eye-catching.

Upon seeing this group of people, the martial artists either showed disdain or envy, but without exception, their faces displayed awe.

It's a kind of reverence for strength.

"It's the Xuanyuan Sect! They actually sent people to participate in the martial arts tournament?!"

“The Xuanyuan Sect is willing to be the government’s lackeys. This time, they probably won’t stand on the side of us martial arts people, but only on the side of the Six Doors of the government.”

"Keep your voice down, don't let them hear you, they have a bad temper."

……

Amidst the astonishment of the martial artists, the Xuanyuan Sect rode in, and none of the martial artists along the way dared to stop them; they could only give way and watch as the Xuanyuan Sect smoothly entered Yongzhou City.

at this time.

Another group of people appeared, but this group consisted entirely of monks.

They were dressed in monks' robes, travel-worn, and had clearly come from a long journey.

The martial artists gasped in amazement once again:
"It's Wanfo Temple! They're one of the most respected figures in the martial arts world, I didn't expect them to be here today!"

"The prosperity of Wanfo Temple is evident in the fact that emperors of our dynasty would go there to worship Buddha and pray for the well-being of the Great Qian Dynasty, which shows the great favor they received from the emperor."

"Wanfo Temple is the leader of the righteous path. With them here, this martial arts tournament is even more prestigious!"

……

Besides Wanfo Temple, other martial arts sects soon followed suit.

Martial artists, whether from the righteous or the evil paths, flocked to Yongzhou City.

Seeing this scene, Liang Jin couldn't help but recall the situation in Liusha City.

At that time, in order to compete for the treasure, a large number of warriors from the Western Desert flocked to Liusha City, making it a lively and bustling place.

The bustling atmosphere of Yongzhou City today far surpasses that of Liusha City back then.

The martial artists gathered here are much stronger than those in Liusha City back then, and a murderous aura permeates the air.

Once Liang Jin and his group entered Yongzhou City, they found that the chaos there was no less than that of Liusha City.

Since ancient times, heroes have used their martial arts to break the law.

With so many martial arts masters gathered together, the government of Yongzhou City was clearly unable to manage the situation and could only cower in fear.

On the streets, clashes between martial artists can be seen from time to time, with shouts of killing and the clash of weapons rising and falling.

On the contrary, some righteous sects in the city began to try to maintain a general order, but it was only a drop in the ocean.

At this point, the pomp and grandeur become apparent.

The Qingyi Tower is grand and imposing, and it looks like it's not to be trifled with.

Therefore, any martial artist with discernment would not easily provoke the Green Robe Tower.

The inns in the city were naturally full, but as long as you have money, there's no problem that can't be solved.

Qingyilou quickly spent a lot of money to rent a house, and everyone moved in.

Afterwards, Liang Jin led his men to the money exchange to exchange for silver notes.

As soon as Liang Jin entered the money shop, he was recognized by the manager.

The shopkeeper's face was plastered with a professional smile, yet a barely perceptible hint of nervousness lingered beneath.

"Excuse me, are you Master Meng?"

Liang Jin's gaze was sharp, and he calmly replied:

"it's me."

As he spoke, he raised the thick stack of silver notes in his hand.

He didn't need to say much. Since the money shop manager could recognize him, it meant that the money shop manager already knew what to do.

really.

The money exchange manager flashed an even more enthusiastic smile, but it seemed like a mask on his face, appearing somewhat insincere.

"Master Meng, please follow me."

"The silver you wish to exchange is ready."

Immediately, the money shop manager led Liang Jin and the others to the backyard.

At the far end of the backyard of the money exchange was a huge warehouse, which was clearly the money exchange's treasury.

Outside the treasury, guards stood with long spears in hand, their eyes warily scanning their surroundings.

The bank's treasury was heavily guarded, with many skilled guards stationed there. Moreover, the treasury was located behind the government office, so if any problems arose, the government officials and soldiers could provide immediate support.

Under normal circumstances, this level of security is sufficient to handle most situations.

But now that the martial arts tournament is about to begin, Yongzhou City is a melting pot of all sorts of people, with all kinds of powerful figures and bandits emerging one after another, and even the government office is not necessarily safe.

This situation has created a tense and suffocating atmosphere inside the vault.

As the money shop manager led Liang Jin into the treasury, he exclaimed:

"In order to raise enough cash for Master Meng, our bank has been constantly transferring silver from its branches in various prefectures within the Great Qian Dynasty."

"Just to transport this silver over here, our bank has spent a tremendous amount of financial, material, and human resources."

"With so much silver, no escort agency dared to take on the job. It was only through our master's connections that we were able to get the army and the police escorted to the destination."

"Once the silver is delivered, we will need to hire many experts with sufficient reputation in both the legitimate and criminal worlds to oversee it."

"This has resulted in considerable expenses, and in principle we should charge you a certain fee as compensation. However, Lord Wang Huaishuang personally instructed that the twenty million taels of silver must be handed over to you, Master Meng, without missing a single coin, so we naturally comply."

"The twenty million taels of silver are right here. Please count them, Master Meng."

By this time, everyone had arrived inside the vault. After the money shop manager finished speaking, he pointed his hand towards the inside of the vault.

The people from the Green Robe Pavilion behind Liang Jin gasped in unison at the sight before them. The vast treasury was filled with large wooden chests, all of which had their lids open, revealing gleaming silver inside.

There was so much silver that it was piled up like a mountain in the treasury, shimmering alluringly in the dim light, like a silver ocean.

Liang Jin waved his hand, and the people from Qingyi Tower immediately began to inspect the wooden boxes.

The amount of silver involved is too large, and such a huge amount of wealth is bound to arouse greed, so an inspection is necessary at this time.

The money exchange manager stood to the side with a smile, but a hint of mockery flashed in his eyes. He spoke:

"Master Meng, I must remind you of something."

"Our bank guarantees the redemption of banknotes, but we do not guarantee the transportation of silver."

"So you'll have to figure out the transportation problem yourself."

After he finished speaking, a hint of disdain inevitably appeared in the eyes of the money shop manager, who was clearly preparing to see Liang Jin make a fool of himself.

With so much silver, it would be unrealistic to transport it away without a large army escorting it.

Especially now that there are so many martial artists in Yongzhou City, if this silver were to leave the bank's vault, it would probably attract a pack of hungry wolves.

When the time comes, everyone will want a piece of the pie.

Even though Liang Jin has many men from the Green Robe Pavilion around him, they probably can't withstand the greed of the world in the current situation.

So the money shop manager deliberately made a sarcastic remark, his tone full of contempt:
"To be honest, lately, because there's so much silver in the vault, I haven't been able to eat or sleep well. I'm just afraid something might happen to all that silver."

"After all, the city is full of martial arts masters now, who knows if there are a few bad guys among them?"

"Now that you, Master Meng, have finally come to exchange your money, thank God and thank Buddha for his blessing!"

"So please, Master Meng, take all this silver with you as soon as you finish counting it today."

"Your Qingyi Tower is so powerful, there's absolutely no problem. My little shop really can't afford to continue taking this risk."

"I'm begging you, please make sure you get all this silver out of our little shop."

These words sounded like a plea, but in reality, they were a deliberate attempt to belittle and mock Liang Jin.

The money shop manager was certain that Liang Jin would be unable to transport the silver away and would have to beg the money shop to keep the silver in the money shop's vault.

It wasn't that the money shop manager wanted to see Liang Jin make a fool of himself, but rather that Wang Huaishuang, who was behind him, wanted to see Liang Jin make a fool of himself.

The money exchange manager was merely watching the show as an afterthought.

After he finished speaking, he stood aside with his hands behind his back, a smug smile on his face, waiting to see Liang Jin's troubled expression.

Liang Jin turned his head slightly, glancing sideways at the money shop manager, a hint of a smile in his eyes:
"Does the shopkeeper perhaps think that I have no way to transport this silver?"

Upon hearing this, the money shop manager waved his hands repeatedly, saying he wouldn't dare, but his face still wore that fake smile.

However, this was merely due to his professional ethics.

In his heart, he had already concluded that Liang Jin was incompetent.

After all, he had clearly seen when he greeted Liang Jin outside the money shop that Liang Jin and his group only came in two carriages.

Liang Jin rode in one carriage, while his men rode in the other.

These two carriages were barely enough to carry people, let alone so much silver—that was just wishful thinking.
At this time.

His subordinates have already come to report to Liang Jin:
"OP, the money has been checked and there are no problems."

Liang Jin nodded.

Then, he slapped the silver note in his hand onto the money shop manager's chest:
"Shopkeeper, may I take this silver with me?"

The money exchange manager took the silver note and handed it to his subordinate, then gestured with both hands towards the door in a farewell gesture, his smile becoming increasingly obsequious.

"of course can!"

"Take it away! This is Master Meng's money, of course we should take it away immediately! Take it all!"

Even now, he is still waiting to see Liang Jin in a sorry state.

Liang Jin said:
"Everyone, get out!"

"I need to be alone here for a while."

The money shop manager was taken aback, a look of surprise on his face, clearly not understanding what Liang Jin wanted to do.

Meanwhile, the people from the Green Robe Pavilion had already begun driving away the people in the silver vault.

This prompted the money exchange manager to hurriedly say:
“Master Meng, this is not in accordance with the rules.”

Liang Jin asked calmly:

"What, are you afraid I'll take the wrong silver and take away silver from the vault that doesn't belong to me?"

His voice was icy, as if carrying an invisible pressure.

The money shop manager, of course, dared not accept that.

After all, the vast majority of the silver in this vault belongs to Liang Jin.

With Liang Jin's current financial resources, how could he possibly be interested in the small amount of money offered by a money shop?
"This... okay."

"I wonder how long Lord Meng intends to stay in this treasury?"

The money exchange manager had no choice but to agree, his tone revealing helplessness.

Liang Jin replied:

"A stick of incense."

The money shop manager then stopped talking and left the treasury with his men.

They surrounded the treasury, eager to see what Liang Jin was up to.

With the vault doors closed, Liang Jin was left alone inside.

Time passes slowly.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn is quickly up.

The money shop manager couldn't resist the urge to lead people into the treasury to investigate.

At that moment, the vault door suddenly opened.

Liang Jin walked out from inside with his hands behind his back. His steps were steady and his expression was calm.

The money shop manager hurriedly smiled and said:

"Master Meng, you've been here long enough now, have you decided when you're going to move your silver away?"

Even now, he still can't resist teasing, his tone full of mockery.

Liang Jin smiled slightly when he heard this:
"Palm mouth."

Before the bank manager's astonished eyes, a man from the Green Robe Pavilion stepped forward and slapped the bank manager hard across the mouth.

"Clap! Clap! Clap!"

Three slaps landed on the bank manager's face, causing his mouth to bleed profusely and even knocking out two of his teeth.

The money exchange manager screamed repeatedly, covering his face with his hands, his eyes filled with terror and anger:
"You...you...Master Meng, why are you doing this?"

Liang Jin went up to the money exchange manager, straightened his hat which had been knocked askew, and said:
"I really don't like the way you talk."

"You're very lucky today. I'm in a good mood after receiving the money."

"Don't talk to me like that again, or you'll lose your life."

After saying that, Liang Jin grinned.

When the guards of the money shop heard Liang Jin threatening the manager in this way, they all glared angrily and drew their weapons.

But they were all stopped by the money shop manager.

The money shop manager knew very well that Lord Wang of the Criminal Investigation Bureau needed these people from the Green Robe Pavilion to do his bidding.

Offending Qingyi Tower is not a big deal, but if it delays Lord Wang's business, then a mere shopkeeper like him cannot afford the consequences.

The money exchange manager could only say in a deep voice:
"Lord Meng, it was my fault for speaking out of turn. So I accept this beating willingly!"

"But let me make this clear from the start: you have already exchanged your money for cash at my shop, so you must take all of it with you, not a single penny left."

"If you insist on leaving your money in our shop, we will not be responsible for any mishaps that may occur!"

Liang Jin listened and smiled dismissively.

He then took a step and walked out of the money exchange.

He answered without turning his head:

"I've already taken my money, so there's no need for you to worry about it, shopkeeper."

The money exchange manager and the others were stunned upon hearing this, their faces showing disbelief.

Did they take the money with them?
Liang Jin came out of the vault alone. How much silver could he take with him?

Do you really think that tens or hundreds of taels of silver can be easily stuffed into your clothes and taken away?

Are you kidding me?

The money shop manager wanted to ask more questions, but Liang Jin and the others had already left the money shop.

Only the money exchange manager and a group of guards remained, staring at each other in bewilderment.

"Go in and take a look!"

The crowd immediately rushed into the treasury.

But this sight left everyone frozen in place, their expressions frozen, as if they had been immobilized.

The silver vault, which was once piled high with silver, is now completely empty!

A total of twenty million taels of silver have vanished!

(End of this chapter)