Windfall

When the guards stationed at Qian's Wine and Grain Shop noticed something amiss and rushed over at top speed,

the Purple Mansion Battle Cultivator was astonished to find the shop completely empty.

An open ledger lay on the counter, along with Qian Wancheng's favorite Magic Tool, a golden abacus.

The Purple Mansion guard's gaze sharpened, and a sense of foreboding immediately rose within him.

Qian Wancheng had a habit.

Whenever he checked the accounts, he would send away all the shop assistants and guards, preferring to work alone.

Moreover, Shopkeeper Qian guarded the wine and grain shop's ledgers with extreme care and never allowed outsiders to touch them.

Nor could he possibly have left them on the table like this before departing.

Unless...

The Purple Mansion guard's thoughts raced. He reached out, drew a Talisman, and infused it with Mana.

The Talisman instantly burst into flame, then went out again. Specks of ash drifted down soundlessly.

Something terrible had happened!

The corner of his eye twitched. He immediately let out a piercing howl of warning.

Enemy attack!

Just as Qian's Wine and Grain Shop descended into chaos and alarmed all of Feixu Valley, Wang Chen had already passed through the curtain of wind and snow and returned home.

After sealing the doors, Wang Chen descended into the underground secret chamber.

After building his home outside Feixu Valley and returning to his old trade, Wang Chen had excavated long tunnels underground, along with a secret chamber a hundred zhang deep.

The scale of the project far surpassed anything he had done before!

This was because the Haotian Realm's upper limit of power far exceeded that of the Mountain Sea Realm. Golden Cores were as common as cow hairs, Nascent Souls everywhere, and the dangers he might face were far greater than