Jiang Ding formed hand seals, muttering an incantation under his breath.
Streams of blue gold sword qi poured from between his palms, merging into the cracked small-mountain Storage Magic Treasure before him. They spread through every tiny fissure like fine threads, stitching the cracks together and reinforcing them again and again to keep it from breaking.
After a long while, the light faded.
"Let me see how much money Chong Yuanzi had..."
Having finished all this, Jiang Ding looked toward the very center of the Storage Magic Treasure—no, the storage secret realm.
Natural Treasures formed mountains, and spirit stones formed seas!
This was no exaggeration!
It was the actual scene before his eyes. Treasure light shot into the heavens, soaring straight into the clouds, enough to make any immortal cultivator sink into it at the very first glimpse.
All kinds of third- and fourth-grade Natural Treasures, all kinds of magical treasures, Nascent Soul treasures, array flags, Dao soldier soul plaques, palace flying carriages... everything imaginable was present. They were presumably what Chong Yuanzi needed for his usual cultivation and Sacrifice and Refine Magic Treasure, as well as tributes offered by his subordinates.
A Dao Child was nothing like Jiang Ding, scraping by in misery.
They had vast territories, even portions of several Minor Worlds as personal property. Their Qi Refinement, Foundation Establishment, and Golden Core servants numbered like the seas, and they commanded their own Dao soldier armies.
A Dao Child—the crown prince of an Immortal Sect.
"By a comprehensive estimate..."
No matter how many spirit stones and Natural Treasures there were, they could eventually be counted. Jiang Ding took a light breath.
"Value: twenty-two billion Low-grade Spirit Stones!"
"Why is it only this much?"
"Chong Yuanzi, what was wrong with you? You were too poor!"
After his initial shock,