There was another large pile of gold, silver, and jade artifacts, but most of it consisted of copper coins.
They were probably the spoils of this round of brutal levies. Ordinary households could only hand over copper coins, while gold, silver, and jade artifacts were relatively rare.
No matter. Jiang Siming had no intention of letting the copper coins off the hook this time either.
With 105 cubic meters of space, all he had to do was load them up!
Clatter, clatter. Before long, Jiang Siming had swept the treasury clean, filling the entire space to the brim.
The once well-stocked treasury now had only a small pile of copper coins left.
Jiang Siming's storage space was truly full, so he could only give up.
With the job done, Jiang Siming clapped his hands and flew away on his sword.
When the old emperor arrived at the treasury and saw what had happened, he immediately spat out blood and fainted.
Before a day had passed, news came from the imperial palace: the Yuan emperor had died.
Of course, this had nothing to do with Jiang Siming. He was currently flying at full speed toward Guangming Peak.
Now that he had both sword flight and the Iron Man Suit, Jiang Siming's flight range had increased greatly. He reached the vicinity of Guangming Peak in a single day.
During this period, Zhao Min had been stirring things up behind the scenes, while Cheng Kun incited the various sects throughout the martial world, causing the Six Major Sects to begin gathering in preparation for an assault on Guangming Peak.
Jiang Siming was glad that he had arrived at the right time. They had not started yet.
Otherwise, he would have missed such an exciting moment.
Jiang Siming landed in a forest, with a