Quick Transmigration Cannon Fodder's Record of Counterattacks

?Chapter 1511: Those of South Mt. Mao

Ning Shu’s eyes lit up as she asked the old man, “Master, aren’t there any powerful people in our Mt. Mao Sect? Since our North Mt. Mao has fallen, what about the South Mt. Mao? Don’t they have people like you?”

“No, no, no...” The old man shook his head, and the Daoist bun on his head kept shaking. “There’s no way I’ll stay with those people in South Mt. Mao.”

“Those guys are all medicine people and insatiably greedy. If I were to call them over, that Old Man Ge wouldn’t stop making fun of me. Our ancestor was the true founder of Mt. Mao Sect,” said the old man while straightening his chest.

The ancestor of South Mt. Mao was the historically famous alchemist Ge Hong, so South Mt. Mao Daoist priests took drugs as a tradition. They preferred to use medicines, pills, or dietary supplements to strengthen the body.

North Mt. Mao focused on the combination of Daoist techniques and the energy of heaven and earth. The old man despised the South Mt. Mao priests, since despite the decline of North Mt. Mao, some aspects of South Mt. Mao had combined with modern health concepts so their development was quite good.

As South Mt. Mao thrived, the old man’s gums itched. Even though he had all kinds of jealous curses in his heart, he still maintained a wise, immortal-like expression.

“Master, umm, with how the situation is, it’s best to invite Martial Uncle Ge over. Now that your disciple has messed with the phantom king, that guy is not going to stop until we’re all dead,” said Ning Shu to the old man.

This Martial Uncle Ge Ning Shu was talking about was now the head of South Mt. Mao, and according to rumors, he was quite skilled. He specialized in treating the bodies of high-ranking officials and wealthy families.

The other side, South Mt. Mao, was so rich, yet their side couldn’t even get enough to eat.

There was no way around it, though. After all, modern people did not believe in Daoist techniques.

“Master, once this matter is resolved, we’ll apply for an intangible cultural heritage with the state and receive a national allowance,” said Ning Shu to the old man.

“→_→ We’re considered a feudal superstition. It’s enough that those people don’t mess with us, but for them to give us an allowance?” said the old man in an annoyed tone.

“Master, if it’s really no good. Let’s develop a set of cure-all martial arts techniques and make it sound grandiose. It’ll definitely work. You’ll also be able to hold your head high in front of Martial Uncle Ge,” said Ning Shu.

The old man curled his lips in disdain and said indifferently, “That old man has no skills at all. He only knows how to pop pills every day.”

“Master, ah~” Ning Shu couldn’t help but cry, “We still need to deal with the phantom king first.”

“Alright, I’ll contact him.” The old man said, “Just tell him there’s a Phantom King Core, and he’ll come running right away.”

The old man took his notebook out of his cloth bag and flipped through the contact information. He then took the living room phone to dial the number.

The old man said in a generous manner, “Old Ge, I’ve encountered a phantom king on my side, and there’s a Phantom King Core in the mix. Haven’t you always wanted to use the Phantom King Core in your medicine? Come here, then.”

After finishing everything in one breath, the old man hung up, acting all noble and cold. However, once he hung up, he cursed, “Don’t want to see that unlucky damned old man at all.”

It only took two days for the head of South Mt. Mao, Martial Uncle Ge, to come. He had arrived here on a special plane.

Martial Uncle Ge’s hair was white, but his face was ruddy, with no wrinkles at all. He was wearing a finely crafted dark-red traditional Chinese jacket, looking robust and high-spirited.

Ning Shu hastily went over and bowed. “Greetings, Martial Uncle Ge.”

Martial Uncle Ge smiled cheerfully. “You must be the little girl from back then. I’ve not seen you all these years and look at you now, all grown up into a fine young lady.”

Xie Weiming and Xie Yiyuan also entertained Martial Uncle Ge very politely.

“Humph...” the old man sitting on the couch snorted.

Martial Uncle Ge walked over towards the old man and sat beside him. The contrast highlighted the old man’s half-new robe, which was shabby and worn-out.

One man gave off an air of magnificence, while the other was battered by the vicissitudes of life.

“Old Tao, where’s the Phantom King Core you were talking about?” Martial Uncle Ge wasn’t polite to the old man either.

The old man rolled his eyes. “Call me Senior Brother Tao. Of course, the Phantom King Core is on the phantom king. Do you want me to give it to you for nothing? Dream on!”

“How much? I’ll pay you,” said Martial Uncle Ge while taking out a check.

The old man rolled his eyes once again, almost dropping them out of their sockets. “Showing off your money, huh. I don’t want your stinking money. As a Daoist priest of Mt. Mao, you had the nerve to open a company? You’ve betrayed your teacher and destroyed your ancestors.”

MTL Editor: Meraki

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