Boom—
A massive underground palace gate came crashing down, kicking up a cloud of dust. Moments later, Li Qingqiu entered with Shen Yue and Mo Jiuhong.
The three of them stopped and looked at row upon row of cabinets inside. They were filled with a dazzling array of porcelain, jade, gold, and other treasures.
Mo Jiuhong snorted. "The Qi Clan sure knew how to live it up, hoarding all these treasures."
"What treasures? We'll have the Heavenly Works Hall melt them down later," Li Qingqiu said casually. He swept the area with his spiritual sense, afraid he might miss anything truly valuable.
Shen Yue spoke up. "These things might be worthless in a time of chaos, but once peace returns, they'll be worth a fortune. Qingxiao Sect hasn't completely cut ties with the secular world, after all. We still need money."
"I was just saying. There's so much here that we can't take it all with us. Take a look around and grab whatever you want. Once we leave, what's left can go to whoever's lucky enough to find it."
Li Qingqiu scanned the room. Seeing nothing worth taking, he immediately turned and left.
The Qi Clan had built a maze of underground passageways beneath Night Bright City. They had plenty of time to search them.
Soon, the three split up. With Lin Chuan and Nangong E helping him, Li Qingqiu kept finding valuable underground chambers and buildings. Along the way, they also rescued some trapped civilians.
When the civilians gratefully asked who he was, he didn't keep his good deeds to himself. He told them his identity.
Li Qingqiu didn't look down on worldly wealth altogether. He still put anything that was clearly worth a great deal into his storage bag.
He had emptied it before setting out specifically