Traveling to Ancient Times: My Space Contains Weapons

Chapter 1109 The Brocade Pouch Contains the Bitter Mountain

"Someone from the government?"

The shopkeeper frowned upon hearing this, thinking to himself, "This is going to be interesting."

I originally thought that the appearance of this treasure in Bitter Mountain would attract the heroes of the martial arts world.

Unexpectedly, even government officials were attracted.

Could it be that the government in Gu Ning is truly unable to hold out?

If that's the case, perhaps it's possible to report it and discuss whether to take action ahead of schedule.

"Take the gold and make a trip tonight. Our 600,000-strong army is already waiting at the border, and our 10,000 brothers inside have been fully infiltrated. This time, it's time for Gu Ning to change his surname."

"So, should we get rid of this person?"

"You don't need to worry about that, just go."

The shopkeeper waved to him and then went back behind the counter as if nothing had happened.

Inside the room, Chu Chen didn't have time to rest before sitting down and carefully opening the brocade pouch.

The next moment, his eyes widened.

Inside the brocade pouch was a slip of paper that read, "The far south, atop Bitter Mountain."

What a coincidence! According to the innkeeper, all the heroes are heading in that direction.

Could there be some kind of conspiracy involved?

It was originally a sacred place for martial artists, located on this Bitter Mountain.

Thinking of this, Chu Chen didn't delay and went downstairs to the first floor, where he found the innkeeper.

"Young master, what do you need?"

When the shopkeeper saw Chu Chen come out, he still had a smiling face and spoke politely to Chu Chen.

"Shopkeeper, what's so mysterious about this Bitter Mountain?"

The shopkeeper was also surprised when he heard Chu Chen's question.

This Bitter Mountain is known to everyone in Gu Ning, so why does this official's son seem to know nothing about it?

He was testing me; could it be that I had given myself away?

"Young master is joking. Everyone in Gu Ning knows about Bitter Mountain. It is a holy land for martial artists and the ultimate destination for martial arts training."

"It is said that rare and precious treasures often appear here, but it is also fraught with danger. Therefore, martial artists who have reached a certain level of strength must go and try their luck."

"It is said that once you pass through this place, you will be able to break through the shackles of this world and reach an unprecedented height."

Chu Chen was overjoyed after hearing the shopkeeper's words.

If what he said is true, then it is very likely that this is the exit from this world to the outside world.

Unexpectedly, this trip was worthwhile.

"Thank you for your guidance, shopkeeper!"

Chu Chen didn't say anything more and turned back to his room.

If that's the case, then there's a high possibility that a place similar to a void gate might appear.

At the gates of the void, the power of heaven and earth is usually abundant, so there is hope of recovering to one's peak.

Even if you can't get back to your peak condition, opening your personal space can give you an extra layer of protection.

With this in mind, Chu Chen immediately decided that he would go to Bitter Mountain early the next morning without sparing any effort.

However, after Chu Chen left, the shopkeeper remained in the same spot for a long time, lost in thought.

There are two possibilities: one is that this kid is testing me.

Secondly, this kid probably really doesn't know anything about this Bitter Mountain, so who is he talking about?

Are they spies from other countries?

But why did he have official silver on him? This stuff clearly came from the palace. You know, not much of this stuff gets out of circulation.

But he handed over a whole ingot of gold, and the bag was huge.

While some did flow into the public sphere, such a large quantity is quite rare.

He stood there pondering for a long time, and finally turned and walked into another room.

"Hey guys, get up, it's time to get to work!"

Inside the room, a group of men who looked extremely unfriendly were drinking and boasting.

Upon seeing the shopkeeper enter, everyone put down what they were holding and then fell silent, looking at him.

"Shopkeeper, which room? Money or life?"

"Number Three: Wealth or life? We must convert the wealth!"

After saying that, the shopkeeper left the room.

That's right, he's going to make a move against Chu Chen, regardless of whether he's a spy from another country or a member of the government.

Now that the grand plan is about to succeed, absolutely no problems can be allowed to occur, therefore, Chu Chen must die.

Otherwise, he would be unable to eat or sleep properly!

As night deepened, the area outside the inn was pitch black, with only the faint chirping of insects, making one feel as if they were still on the ground.

Chu Chen went to bed early to rest and prepare for his journey the next day.

The Glock was always on his belt, and Chu Chen had even put the silencer back on after hearing the sound of the last shot.

Just then, from the darkness, seven or eight men wielding long knives went up the stairs of the inn to the third floor.

Then, upon arriving at the doorway of room number three, a long knife was thrust through the crack in the door.

According to the shopkeeper, the person inside was an ordinary person with no cultivation, and they disdained using poison or the like.

The long knife gently tapped the bolt, and soon the door was opened from the outside.

Seven or eight people filed in and went straight to the bed.

Ruthless people don't say much; they simply raise their knives and begin a frenzied hacking attack on the person on the bed.

"Did you succeed? Check your belongings, pack your things, and retreat."

After slashing dozens of times, the leader spoke in a deep voice.

Judging from their professional methods, they must have done this many times before; their technique is skillful and efficient.

Upon hearing this, one of his men immediately pulled out a tinderbox from his waist and headed toward the oil lamp.

They knew the layout of every room in the inn better than anyone else.

This time, however, he was somewhat bewildered: "Damn it, did we drink fake alcohol? Where's the oil lamp?"

However, right after he finished speaking, there was a soft "poof" sound in the air, and he collapsed to the ground.

"What the hell are you doing sleeping at this hour? Turning on the light and grabbing money?"

Immediately afterwards, several more popping sounds came from the air. The man in the lead heard the sounds but did not suspect anything.

Instead, he continued walking toward the bed, cursing as he went: "Damn it, keep it down, as if you're afraid people won't know you've been committing murder and robbery."

But no one answered his shouts and curses.

With a soft "poof," the oil lamp was lit behind him.

Following the light, the leading man looked toward the bed and saw that the blankets and everything else had been completely chopped to pieces.

All that was left was a pile of strips of cloth.

However, no blood came out. He stepped forward and lifted the pile of strips of cloth, but the next moment, his heart skipped a beat.

The bed was empty; there was no prey to be found.

Just then, a cold longsword was placed against his neck.

"I know you want to shout, but you can try and see if you can speak faster or I can draw my sword faster."

The man thought to himself, "I'm doomed, I've kicked a hornet's nest."

Just how terrifying must this being be to be able to wipe out their entire population silently?