Daily Intelligence System: Don't Kill Me, Honey!

Chapter 719: Chapter 203: Water Tai Sui, It Turns Out to Be Water Tai Sui_2

Yu Man’er replied, ”Lord Governor, rest assured, my brother and I will give it our all.”

”But Lord, what about Laughing Buddha?”

The Garrison Commander said, ”Don’t worry about him. If he says he won’t partake in this matter, he won’t. Peng Yingyu is a man of his word.”

Yu Man’er responded, ”Lord, I’m not talking about that. I’m wondering what in the Medicine King Treasure could capture the interest of such an expert. If we could get our hands on it, wouldn’t that be something?”

Ba Tan, the Garrison Commander, turned and glanced at Yu Man’er, saying, ”Man’er, human greed knows no bounds. Even though whatever interests Laughing Buddha must be exceedingly rare, such treasures are beyond our reach, so this time, no one is to harbor any crooked thoughts. If we provoke Peng Yingyu, not even gods could save you.”

Yu Man’er pouted and said, ”Lord, you don’t think I’m a fool, do you? I’d be insane to covet anything of Peng Yingyu’s. I meant, could we not find this item ahead of time and then owe Peng Yingyu a huge favor? Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

Ba Tan frowned slightly upon hearing this, then said, ”Better not, the risk is too great. If our cleverness turns against us, it would spell our doom!”

Upon hearing this, Yu Man’er said, ”Then, then we’ll follow your command, Lord.”

Having said that, Yu Man’er leaned against Ba Tan, who wantonly fondled her full figure, while Nan Batian watched, a trace of resentment in his eyes.

Ba Tan noticed his look but paid it no mind; he enjoyed humiliating Yu Man’er in front of Nan Batian, which gave him a peculiar thrill.

For someone of his stature, women were never in short supply. What he lacked was the thrilling excitement that this brought him—this was Ba Tan’s pleasure.

”Nan Batian, how is the boat you were preparing?”

Nan Batian answered, ”Reporting to you, Lord, it’s ready. We can depart at any moment.”

”Good, well done,” said Ba Tan.

”Thank you for the praise, Lord,” replied Nan Batian, bowing submissively.

Meanwhile, inside Yihong House, Yu Mei Zi, with a stern look in her drooping eyes, was staring discontentedly at Han He.

”Miss Han, do you think you’re above it all now? I’ve been injured these past few days and have spared you from my attention, but now that I’m healed, it’s time to settle accounts for *that* day...”

Just as she was about to fly into a rage, a strange phenomenon suddenly occurred outside. Yu Mei Zi quickly stood up and pushed open the window, only to see a Flood Dragon outside.

Her eyes widened, exclaiming, ”The Flood Dragon has appeared, the Treasure is emerging, Mianshui Treasure is about to open, hahaha...”

With that, she laughed heartily.

At that moment, Han He also witnessed the extraordinary scene outdoors, her face filled with shock—a sight to astonish anyone.

After the initial shock subsided, Yu Mei Zi suddenly turned to Han He and asked urgently, ”How is the boat you were preparing?”

Han He replied, ”It’s all ready.”

”Good, very good! With that settled, issue the order to depart downriver,” said Yu Mei Zi. Then, glaring at Han He, she added, ”As for the matter between us, we will settle it after we return from the Treasure.”

With those words, they left Yihong House in a hurry, ready to cross Mianshui River.

...

”Eat, eat.”

At that moment, in a small alley, a group of little beggars surrounded a Monk, who sat beside a large table laden with wine and meat. The Monk’s eyes were closed, not eating anything.

Yet the little beggars around him chowed down heartily, though occasionally glancing at the lofty Monk.

This Monk was peculiar, seated there without touching the delicious food and merely keeping his eyes shut.

As these little beggars happily gorged themselves, suddenly, a streak of lightning streaked across the dark sky followed by a Flood Dragon soaring into the clouds, tumbling in the mist.

Instantly, the beggars were astounded, eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

It was then that Monk Peng Yingyu abruptly opened his eyes, bright as if challenging the stars.

The Treasure had been revealed; the next moment, Monk Peng Yingyu stood up.

The moment he arose, a small beggar asked, ”Monk, where are you going?”

”I’m going to the clouds,” Monk Peng Yingyu replied.

The beggar seemed puzzled and asked, ”Will you come back?”

Monk Peng replied, ”No, I will not.”

Hearing this, the other little beggars started chattering, ”Monk, please come back! As long as you return, people bring us meat. Without you, we’ll be back to suffering.”

Monk Peng Yingyu said, ”I can’t help you with that forever; you must rely on yourselves.”

With that, the Monk stepped into the storm. Watching Monk Peng depart, one beggar called out, ”Monk, Monk...”

Only the beggar who spoke first seemed lost in thought.

...

The rain was relentless. Since the Flood Dragon’s appearance, the water level in Mianshui had risen even more severely.

The Fishing Guild was swamped with work. Chen Jie listened to the reports on the rising waters, now affecting dozens of nearby villages. If measures weren’t taken promptly to reroute and relieve the floodwaters, many more villages would be submerged, a situation even beyond Chen Jie’s estimates.

During this time, Yelu Mansion summoned Chen Jie, who knew that he was to join the dive to the Treasure site. But with the current water situation so urgent, Chen Jie asked Si Xi, ”What’s the government’s stance now?”

Upon hearing this, Si Xi said, ”The government is letting things run their course!”

Hearing that, Chen Jie asked, ”Has Tang Wannian been of no use at all?”

Si Xi answered, ”They sent a bunch of water officials in their forties or fifties, then did nothing at all, not even bothering to make a speech to mobilize the disaster area.”