Chen Changqing flew on his sword at an astonishing speed.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword was a top-grade immortal artifact to begin with. Driven at full power, it became a purple-blue streak almost impossible to follow with the naked eye, leaving a straight white trail through the clouds.
He had chosen not to travel through Teleportation Arrays.
That would attract too much attention and leave him vulnerable to ambush. Instead, he raced straight across more than half the Nine Provinces toward Shushan, skimming over endless mountains, wastelands, and deserts.
Carrying two burdens slowed him down somewhat.
Chu Xiong and Yue Xuan had their cultivation sealed. Their bodies still possessed enough spiritual protection to withstand the fierce winds at high altitude, but dangling outside the sword light like two tattered sacks, they certainly weren't a pretty sight.
Chen Changqing simply tied the pair together with a spirit-binding rope and dragged them behind the sword's hilt. From a distance, they looked like a string of air-dried meat.
But he didn't care about that little blemish.
This outing had filled his coffers to overflowing—not only had he obtained the second token to the Heaven-Treading Immortal Emperor's inheritance, but he had also racked up hundreds of thousands of AFK points.
That wasn't even counting the wealth he had plundered from the elites of two imperial dynasties. He had taken in nearly fifty million top-grade spirit stones alone, not to mention all the magical artifacts, ores, and medicinal herbs.
He was even seriously considering attending more auctions like this in the future. Whether he bought anything didn't matter; the point was to throw out a few taunts at the entrance, wait for those powerful factions to lose their temper and chase him out of the city, then happily rob his would-be robbers.
That brought in money