Don't Tease Hua Zun!

Chen Fusheng left his clone cultivating in the affiliated grotto residence and urged the Yuan Yang Brush to lead the way.

The Yuan Yang Brush didn't dare struggle or resist.

It could even sense that Chen Fusheng's Divine Sense was too transcendent, as though he stood atop the starry vault, looking down upon it.

During the journey, the moment the Yuan Yang Brush emitted even the slightest malicious intent, the high-level contract created by the gourd could make its artifact spirit permanently perish.

In fact, at the end of the tunnel was another enormous underground world.

This was also a place where stolen goods were sold. Because business had persisted for such a long history, the three families had gradually rebuilt this world for fencing stolen goods into an underground grotto residence, turning it into a paradise for their descendants to indulge themselves.

As for Yang Bo, he couldn't be considered an exceptionally gifted hero. His ability to cultivate a Primordial Spirit along the way was mainly thanks to the resources he had stolen.

"Hmm?"

Chen Fusheng surveyed this world, his gaze sweeping across its skies as well. A top-tier Dao field had been established there, suffused with Cosmic Dao Rhythm and possessing great altitude, concealing the underground world for fencing stolen goods.

Chen Fusheng sensed the aura of an eighth-realm cultivator within it. At the same time, he detected a familiar fluctuation of the Cosmic Laws.

Han Xiafeng?

Through the Yuan Yang Brush, Chen Fusheng learned that Han Xiafeng and the eighth-realm powerhouse of this grotto residence were close friends who shared a boudoir bond.

Chen Fusheng's face darkened. This was a genuine black-hearted bestie.

"Yang Bo, why aren't you collecting the offerings? What are you doing here?" a voice came from the distance.

"Offerings?"

Chen Fusheng grumbled inwardly.