Acai's Sky

Chapter 888 The Little Nun Going Down the Mountain 30

As Ah Cai was immersed in this wonderful discovery, her mind seemed to merge with the surrounding environment.

There was a slight noise coming from the other end of the warehouse, the sound was like the rustling of leaves in the wind.

At the same time, Asan, Ada and others also gained something in the warehouse.

Ah San found an ancient long sword in a corner. The traces of time were clearly visible on the scabbard, as if telling a story of the past.

He gently picked up the long sword. The words "Tian Yan" were engraved on the sword. The font was vigorous and powerful, containing endless Taoist rhyme.

Although the sword has not been unsheathed, a sharp sword energy has already been emitted, making the surrounding air seem to become cold.

Asan was overjoyed, as he knew very well that this sword was no ordinary object and must have an extraordinary origin.

Elsewhere, Ah Da found a jade pendant. The jade pendant was smooth and warm, and even in the dim light of the storeroom, it still emitted a soft glow.

The jade pendant is carved with a phoenix spreading its wings as if ready to fly. The phoenix's feathers are lifelike, as if they will break out of the jade at any time and soar into the sky.

"Miss, these things seem extraordinary." Asan handed the sword to Acai, his eyes flashing with excitement.

Acai took the sword, and a powerful force surged in the sword. She seemed to feel the call of this power, as if the sword was waiting for a suitable master.

Tong Jiayuan quickly asked Ah Cai to pack up everything in the warehouse. "Leave some gold, silver, jewelry, and antiques for Uncle Xiahou. Pack up everything else and take it away."

Ah Cai rubbed her chin and said thoughtfully, "If these things outside that the Tong family disdains are so good, then the ones in the wooden box should be even better, right?"

Tong Jiayuan nodded, a deep light flashing in his eyes, and he chuckled softly, "The original owner's Tong family experienced an era of overwhelming spiritual energy and the peak of cultivation. There are countless good things left behind, and they are all cheap to you."

Ah Cai patted his chest, his heart filled with gratitude, "Luckily, the original owner gained some merit when his soul entered the underworld for reincarnation, otherwise these would be a bit too hot to handle."

All these opportunities are not accidental, but have mysterious causes and effects.

00541's eyes turned red, and its heart was filled with jealousy and unwillingness. "Isn't this a knock? The host's luck is too good, isn't it?" There was a hint of dissatisfaction and complaint in its voice.

Ah Er knocked it on the head and taught it a lesson: "Look at what our young lady exchanged for. What did you exchange for? You don't have that luck!"

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The night was dark, and the torches outside the warehouse swayed in the breeze, the flames interweaving into a dancing light and shadow.

Two teams of servants took shifts in front of the warehouse. In the light of the fire, their shadows were long and slender, as if blending into the night.

The servant stood in front of the warehouse door, his eyes swept across the heavy wooden door, suddenly frowned, and listened attentively.

He reached out and poked the second servant beside him, lowering his voice and saying, "Did you hear that? There seems to be some movement in the warehouse. Am I hallucinating?"

The second servant, who was busy arranging the torches in his hands, looked up and shook his head disapprovingly. "What noise? The warehouse is locked tightly, not even a mouse can get in. I'm afraid the night wind must have made your ears itchy."

His tone was relaxed, and he obviously didn't care about the servant's suspicion.

The third servant stood aside, holding a string of copper coins in his hand, rubbing them gently with his fingertips.

He listened to the conversation and nodded slightly, his tone a little mysterious. "What do you know? Our old uncle specially asked Taoist Qingfeng to set up a formation. The warehouse is surrounded by Taoist formations. Not to mention people, even ghosts can't get close. Otherwise, why do you think the Xiahou family has been unable to get in?"

Upon hearing this, the servant's eyes flashed with realization, and he nodded repeatedly, "That's right! Who in the Xiahou family, except for the old uncle, wouldn't covet the things in the storehouse? I heard that it's filled with the treasures of the Tong family's orphan. In the early years, when the Xiahou family took care of the orphan, the old uncle would give out 1,000 taels of gold every year to support the child. Tsk, tsk, that's worth 10,000 taels of silver! How much can a little brat eat? It all goes to fatten the Xiahou family."

The second servant's eyes lit up when he heard this, and a look of envy appeared on his face. "Ten thousand taels of silver? That's an astronomical figure! No wonder the Xiahou family has been eyeing it so closely."

He paused, then asked doubtfully, "But wasn't the Tong family's orphan later thrown into the hands of kidnappers by the Du family? I heard that the old uncle was so worried that he sent many people to track him down, but the child fell into the river, so he had no choice but to give up."

The third servant snorted coldly, his lips curled up slightly with a hint of disdain. "That woman, Mrs. Du, is so vicious. In her quest for power, she wouldn't even spare an innocent child. Fortunately, the old uncle was merciful and consulted Taoist Qingfeng for divination. He said that the orphan of the Tong family is still alive and will surely have great fortune in the future, soaring to great heights. It's incredible. Otherwise, do you think Mrs. Du could have confessed peacefully in the ancestral temple? She would have been punished by the old uncle long ago!"

Upon hearing this, the servant's eyes flashed with awe, and he whispered to the second servant, "You're new here, so you might not know this, but ever since the Tong family's orphan went missing, the old uncle hasn't entered this warehouse again, and he's locked it shut. The old uncle said the things inside are the lifeblood of the Tong family and can't be touched. All we can do is guard outside, we don't even have the right to take a peek."

The second servant listened intently and couldn't help asking, "Who is the orphan of the Tong family? Why do the old uncle and the Xiahou family think so highly of him?"

The third servant smiled faintly, a profound glint in his eyes. "The Tong family is a Taoist family dating back hundreds of years. Their ancestors once produced a master who was said to have left behind a treasure that could connect heaven and earth and reverse the fate of the world. Although the Tong family has declined, the treasure has been passed down and was brought to the uncle's mansion by the Tong family's orphan. The Xiahou family has always coveted this treasure, but unfortunately, the old uncle was prepared and asked Taoist Qingfeng to set up a formation to protect the storehouse."

The servant took over the conversation, his tone filled with emotion, "Old Master is doing this to repay a favor! The Tong family saved your life back then, and you've always remembered it. After the Tong family's orphan was sent to the old mansion, you treated him as your own child. Unfortunately... Alas, things are unpredictable!"

The second servant was overwhelmed with emotion when he heard this. He couldn't help but sigh, "No wonder the old man values ​​the storehouse so much. It turns out there's such a big secret hidden inside! Although we're just guarding the door, we've also done our part, right?"

The servant nodded, his tone tinged with pride. "Taoism emphasizes the cycle of cause and effect. By guarding the storehouse, we are also protecting an opportunity for the orphan of the Tong family. Perhaps one day, that child will truly rise to prominence and become a powerful figure. When that happens, we can be considered to have benefited from it."

Upon hearing this, the servant's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he whispered, "I hope so! Taoism emphasizes letting things take their own course. We just need to do our part, and the rest is up to fate."

The night was deep, and the torches outside the warehouse were still swaying in the wind. The light of the flames reflected on the faces of the three servants, making them look particularly solemn.

They stood in front of the warehouse, as if guarding a long-forgotten secret, waiting for the moment that might change everything.