"How do you feel, young master?" Uncle Fu asked.
Lin Feng nodded. "Much better. Thank you, Uncle Fu."
Uncle Fu waved a hand. "You're too kind, young master. You rendered a great service to our sect. It was only right for this old man to stand guard over you. By the way, I've looked through the Storage Bag you seized from that Great Perfection Demigod. There are quite a few good things inside."
He took out the Storage Bag and handed it to Lin Feng.
Lin Feng accepted it and extended his spiritual sense inside, immediately sucking in a breath of cold air.
Inside the Storage Bag, God Crystals were piled like mountains—two million of them! There were also all manner of pills, Magic Treasures, and materials, a dazzling array worth a fortune. The most precious item was a pitch-black token engraved with the words "Netherworld," which radiated a faint pressure. It was a token belonging to an elder of the Netherworld Hall. With it, one could move freely throughout the Netherworld Hall.
"Two million..." Lin Feng murmured.
Together with the sixty-odd thousand he had saved earlier, he now had 2.06 million God Crystals. Though he was still far from ten million, he had at least taken a great step forward.
"Young master, the Sect Master has ordered you to return to the sect as soon as your injuries heal," Uncle Fu said. "There is an important matter to discuss."
Lin Feng nodded. "All right. Let's head back now."
Uncle Fu nodded and brought out a Flying Boat. The two boarded it and vanished into the clouds in a streak of azure light.
Three days later, Lin Feng returned to the Azure Profound Sect.
Rather than returning to his residence, he went straight to the main hall.
Azure Profound True