Urban Immortal Cultivation Supreme

It's still the same small shop. Still that little table beside it.

"Uncle Anu, what should we do?" Tang Qingcheng asked anxiously.

Meanwhile, Zhu Bufan was leisurely munching away on his food, which only enraged Tang Qingcheng further.

"Miss, we need to think this through properly. Don't rush, come, have some food first," Uncle Anu said.

At this time, that sharp-featured, monkey-cheeked young man somehow found out that Zhu Bufan and the others were back, and he ran up to Zhu Bufan: "Big brother, isn't it time for you to transfer the remaining fifteen thousand to me?"

Zhu Bufan was speechless: "Ah, little brother, come on, sit down and talk."

"No thanks, big brother, just transfer the remaining fifteen thousand to me quickly!" the young man refused.

"Oh! See, little brother, we had an agreement that I would give you the remaining fifteen thousand once we reached Iron Coffin Mountain. But you ran off before we even got to Iron Coffin Mountain, so you've forfeited the remaining fifteen thousand," Zhu Bufan explained.

"Big brother, this isn't fair. I did point out the direction to Iron Coffin Mountain, so you have to pay me the remaining fifteen thousand!" The young man said, clearly not convinced.

"No way. You didn't take us to Iron Coffin Mountain, so I refuse to pay," Zhu Bufan stubbornly replied. After all, fifteen thousand might be a mere trifle now, but how could someone like Zhu Bufan, who managed his household so well, just casually give away fifteen thousand to someone.

"Big brother, you… you're being dishonest," the young man said, pointing at Zhu Bufan with increasing frustration.

"Little brother, you've easily earned twenty-five thousand, and that's quite enough. Don't be too greedy. You should know when to be content, you get it?" Zhu Bufan lectured the sharp-featured, monkey-cheeked young man in a tone of guidance.

"You scoundrel!" The young man said angrily. Then he stormed off in a huff.

"Zhu Bufan, did you really pay this young man to lead us?" As soon as the young man walked away, Tang Qingcheng leaned in to ask.

"What do you think? Just for the record, it cost me fifty thousand to get the information, and you better reimburse me when we get back!" Zhu Bufan told Tang Qingcheng.

"I won't pay! Humph!" Tang Qingcheng snorted coldly.

"You…" Zhu Bufan was downright speechless. He should have known better than to get involved.

"Four Eyes, that guy owes me fifteen thousand, and he doesn't want to pay up. He's trying to renege on the debt." Zhu Bufan had not expected that the young man would quickly round up a few schoolmates of a similar age, armed with wooden sticks, to come looking for him. The scene almost made Zhu Bufan laugh.

At that moment, the shop owner rushed out anxiously and yelled at the group of young men: "Four Eyes, what do you think you're doing!"

"Uncle Wu, Little Yi'er said this big brother owes him fifteen thousand and wants to duck out of paying. I came to help him collect the debt," the lead young man answered.

"Get lost, you little brat. This person just arrived here yesterday, how could he owe Little Yi'er money? Don't listen to Little Yi'er's nonsense. And you lot, you're not even grown-up and already learning to collect debts for others. Do I need to tell your dads to give you a good teaching?" The shop owner immediately barked at Four Eyes and the others.

"Uncle Wu, he really owes me fifteen thousand," Little Yi'er suddenly became anxious.

"Kid, if you keep talking nonsense, I'm going to tell your dad, and then just watch how he's going to deal with you." The small store owner warned.

"Don't do that! Uncle Wu, please don't tell my dad!" The kid immediately became scared.

"It's fine not to tell your dad, but you better get your good-for-nothing friends out of here quick!" The store owner glared.

"Siwa, let's go," the kid immediately said to the leader of the little gang, Siwa.

"Say, kid, does that guy really owe you money or not?" Siwa asked impatiently, pointing at Zhu Bufan.

The kid just whispered something into Siwa's ear.

"Uncle Wu, we're leaving now, please don't tell my dad, okay?" The kid said to Uncle Wu, then followed Siwa away. However, as he left, he gave Zhu Bufan a fierce glare, as if warning him to watch out.

"Young man, the kids don't know any better, please bear with them," the small store owner said to Zhu Bufan after the youngsters had left.

"Ha, no problem, no problem, the kids are lively, that's all," Zhu Bufan laughed it off.

Seeing Zhu Bufan did not make a big deal out of the situation, the store owner went back to his storefront to mind his own business.

"Ha ha, those kids are hilarious," Tang Qingcheng giggled after the store owner walked away.

After laughing, Tang Qingcheng's face immediately fell into despair and worry. Zhu Bufan knew she was concerned about her father.

The small store owner, now inside his storefront, looked at the backs of the three individuals and shook his head with a sigh.

These city folks were quite generous. Just by asking for the village chief's home address, they had given him five or six hundred dollars, and for staying just one night, they had insisted on handing over a thousand. That was like several months' earnings for him. Unfortunately, he had signed a non-disclosure agreement, otherwise, he would have led Zhu Bufan and the others to Iron Coffin Mountain.

When that secretive boss first came here and located the village chief, and then purchased Iron Coffin Mountain through negotiations with the government, he had the village chief gather the heads of each household in the village. He gave each household three hundred thousand dollars and had them sign a non-disclosure agreement. At the time, the villagers were so blinded by the money that no one even bothered to read the agreement before signing and taking the cash. The small store owner was one of them.

It was with that three hundred thousand that he was able to build this brick house and open this small store. Otherwise, his house would still have mud walls, and he'd be toiling in the fields with a hoe every day.

It could be said that the entire state of Lanyou Village today was created by this mysterious boss. So, the residents of all the hundred or so households in Lanyou Village were quite grateful to this mysterious boss.

However, peculiar things started happening later on, and it was only when they carefully read the non-disclosure agreement that they realized one of the clauses stated: no matter what happens at Iron Coffin Mountain in the future, you must act as if it never happened and never bring up anything about Iron Coffin Mountain, as if the mountain has disappeared. Failure to comply would result in a penalty of three million in damages, and your lives would also be under threat.

Thus, the people of Lanyou Village refrain from speaking about Iron Coffin Mountain out of fear of having to pay that three million penalty and out of concern for their lives.

It was rumored that once a family mentioned it, and mysteriously, the entire family vanished without a trace. Since then, nobody has dared to mention anything related to Iron Coffin Mountain.

The night in the countryside is a beautiful time, with the bright moon hanging high in the sky, while the sounds of insects and frogs harmoniously blend together. On carefree nights, finding a bench to place in front of the house, fanning oneself with a palm-leaf fan, brewing a pot of tea, and sitting at the doorstep enjoying the cool breeze was indeed a form of delightful contentment!

Standing in the empty space in front of the small store, Zhu Bufan pulled out a cigarette from his pack, lit it for himself, and took a deep drag, then blew out a few impressive smoke rings while looking up at the bright moon. Zhu Bufan decided he would try to explore Iron Coffin Mountain to discover its secrets tonight.

After snuffing out the partially smoked cigarette, Zhu Bufan quickly headed towards Iron Coffin Mountain under the moonlight!