Inside the hall, the Inferno Black Flame around Lin Sheng slowly receded. His enormous body shrank with it, returning to the size of an ordinary man.
He casually held the unconscious Gui Luo in one hand like a tattered sack, his gaze sweeping over Gui Ri and the others, who stood below the steps as silent as cicadas in winter.
"Lead the way. To the treasury."
His voice was calm, yet carried an unquestionable pressure.
Gui Ri and the others did not dare utter a single word of refusal. They hurriedly bowed.
"Y-yes! This way, please..."
With their heads lowered, none of them dared even breathe loudly as they obediently led the way.
Their mountain lord was already dangling from the man's hand. Resisting would only be courting death.
Ghost Luo Mountain's treasury had been carved into the deepest part of the mountain. Its doors were cast from black iron, with three layers of ghost-pattern restrictions sealing it shut. Its defenses were several times stricter than those of the Crimson Blood Sect's treasury.
The moment the stone doors opened, a rich radiance of treasures mingled with ghostly energy washed over him. Crates of spirit-rhyme stones were stacked in neat rows, and the shelves were filled with rare refining materials and secret pills. Soul-nourishing wood and soul-gathering crystal were sealed inside jade cases. There were three specimens of ten-thousand-year-old soul-nourishing wood alone, their branches bearing luminous white divine soul dewdrops. Their value nearly exceeded everything he had plundered from the second-rate factions earlier.
On a stone platform at the very back lay several yellowed beast-hide secret manuals and a few pieces of Desolate Beast bone, which surprised Lin Sheng somewhat.
Ghost Luo Mountain actually possessed Desolate Beast materials. Although there was only a little, and they looked ancient, they were still