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"Staying in my dormitory is much more comfortable than staying at a regular inn on Luohan Slope, and it saves money. You can stay as long as you want! There are usually no people there; even the cooks I brought along are too lazy to go because it's too far, haha. I'll help you get a pass to make it easier for you to come and go from the military camp."
Chen Zao's visit to her dormitory made Ren Xiao extremely happy, as if it had brought them closer together.
Chen Zao had only casually mentioned borrowing a night in Ren Xiao's dormitory, not expecting her to be so enthusiastic.
Since that was the case, he decided not to look for an inn on Luohan Slope and just stay at Ren Xiao's dormitory.
Compared to an inn, staying in the military camp was definitely safer.
Hearing that Ren Xiao would arrange a pass for him, Chen Zao said, "Then hurry up and get it done. Once you arrive at your place, I'll prepare a lavish hot pot for you. I guarantee you'll eat enough to gain weight tonight!"
"Mm-hmm! Chef Chen, stop it! I'm drooling already! I'm going to take care of this right now; see you at the military camp entrance later!"
Like an energized rabbit, Ren Xiao gobbled down the Exquisite Spicy Duck Neck that made her sweat and dashed back to the military camp.
After Ren Xiao left, Chen Zao found an inconspicuous spot by the roadside and took out seven new Silver Pots along with the previous Chamber Pot. He unwrapped them and placed the bare pots into his storage space.
Then, using his mind, he carefully examined these Silver Pots in the universe of his storage space. The more he looked, the more exquisite they seemed.
These Gilded Silver Pots were somewhat scratched and flawed due to their age and having endured the apocalypse, but overall they were intact high-quality antiques. The craftsmanship was extremely delicate, having absorbed spiritual energy for over a thousand years, giving them a rich and profound aura that surpassed the flashy modern crafts.
Each Silver Pot still bore ink inscriptions that had not completely faded over a millennium, listing names of herbs: Ginseng, Achyranthes Bidentata, Ophiopogon Japonicus, Gentian, Tribulus Terrestris, Flying Lian, and Rhizoma Cimicifugae.
It was likely that when Wu Zetian was buried, these Silver Pots contained these high-quality herbs.
This set of medicinal burial Silver Pots probably numbered more than a dozen; there could be hundreds within the tomb.
However, Chen Zao did not want to search for more of these Silver Pots. After all, rarity adds value; if he brought back too many, their worth would decrease.
He intended to bring back eight and sell them slowly.
He planned to sell them one by one to Ma Fulong; he couldn't possibly sell them all at once.
He also wondered if Ma Fulong had the capability to acquire such otherworldly national treasure-level antiques.
If Ma Fulong is unwilling or unable to take it, then Chen Zao will have a headache.
He doesn't even know who to sell such a rare antique to.
If he doesn't sell it on the black market and hands it over to the state, it would be too cheap, and he would have to face various questions from archaeologists and even the police.
Chen Zao certainly wouldn't be foolish enough to put himself in such a dangerous position.
So, if he can get Ma Fulong to help him sell it, he will try to go through Ma Fulong.
With the treasure in hand, Chen Zao is feeling a strong urge to return.
He wants to hurry back and see if these Silver Pots can fetch a high price.
After reorganizing his backpack, Chen Zao set off again.
As he strolled slowly up a hill, he suddenly heard a loud voice behind him—
"Hey, you big guy in front! Stop right there!"
Chen Zao frowned, thinking that this rough voice sounded familiar.
Turning around, he saw Han Peng charging towards him with five Female Guards from the Divine Bow Corps!
No way?
This watchdog holds a grudge more than he does and has come looking for trouble so quickly!
Not only is he alone, but he also brought a group of female archers!
Damn!
What a coward!
Chen Zao felt quite displeased seeing a big man fighting while surrounded by a group of women.
Among the five Female Guards, three were carrying genuine longbows, which made Chen Zao feel troubled.
These archers were using Ren Lingming's night vision aiming bows, powerful enough to rival the guns of the Golden Age, making it difficult for him to escape.
Dealing with the Divine Bow Corps was indeed troublesome!
Chen Zao took a deep breath and did not become overly flustered.
He drew his Curved Blade and stood on the hillside, waiting for the Divine Bow Corps to approach from above.
After all, he had fought on the streets several times and had been in and out of custody multiple times. In this apocalyptic world, he had fought for his life countless times. His psychological resilience in the face of bloodshed was much stronger than when confronted with wealth.
He had never possessed material wealth, but he was rich in the spirit of combat!
As his tiger-like eyes narrowed, Chen Zao mentally prepared himself. If this battle was unavoidable, he would approach the female archers as swiftly as a cheetah charging into a herd of sheep, aiming to catch them off guard!
He absolutely could not allow them to create distance and shoot at him; that would put him in a perilous situation.
Facing such skilled archers, he felt more secure the closer he got.
He patiently waited for them to come closer.
The Female Guards did not seem intent on risking their lives against Chen Zao; they only wanted to bring him back to the War Strategist Office for a report.
Leading them was Anqi, one of the female guards stationed at the War Strategist Office.
When Chen Zao entered the War Strategist Office, his tall stature and foul odor had left a deep impression on Anqi.
Afterward, Chen Zao sang the Song of the Starry Sky in the War Strategist Office, which Anqi heard outside the courtyard. This left her with a good impression of Chen Zao.
At that moment, Anqi stepped forward, bypassing the furious Han Peng, and approached Chen Zao, standing about four to five meters away. Looking up at the towering Chen Zao from below the hillside, she calmly said, "Chef Chen, please come back with us to the Divine Bow Corps. Our strategist has important matters to discuss with you."
Han Peng interjected rudely, "Stop wasting time with him! I brought him here for you!"
As he spoke, he moved to grab Chen Zao.
"Grab me? Do you think you’re worthy?"
Seeing that a fight was inevitable, Chen Zao's eyes widened as he threw his camouflage bag to the ground and stabbed his Curved Blade into the earth with a thud.
Pointing at Han Peng's nose, he said, "You're Han Peng, right? I'm Chen Zao. Let's settle this with a flag duel! If you have the guts, come and take the flag!"
To prevent other guards from intervening, Chen Zao took the initiative to challenge Han Peng.
"Hey? You dare to challenge me? You must really be tired of living!"
Han Peng revealed a fierce grin as he unsheathed his sword. Expanding his muscular chest and flexing his large fists like vinegar jars, he prepared for battle.
Anqi knew that Han Peng's genetic cultivation had already reached the upper level of junior rank and was on the verge of breaking into intermediate rank. With his tall stature and immense strength, ordinary Junior Warriors were no match for him.
Fearing that Han Peng might seriously injure Chen Zao, Anqi quickly reminded him, "Han Ge, take it easy. Just go easy on him. The strategist wants us to bring back a live person."
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