While the Flood Dragon Clan hunted Wang Xian across the world, he had already teleported to Snow City.
He went to Immortal Jade Pavilion and sat down in front of Old Man Qian.
Wang Xian had changed out of his Daoist robes. His eyes were calm, but a trace of coldness lurked within them.
Old Man Qian's mouth twitched. "Kid, have you gone mad?"
Wang Xian took out more than a dozen Storage Rings and placed them before the old man. "Take your time tallying everything, senior. I'll come back in a few days!"
The old man handed him a Storage Ring. "There are five hundred thousand Spirit Stones in here. Take them for now; I'll give you the rest next time."
Wang Xian took the ring and rose. "Thank you!"
"Back to Kunlun?"
Wang Xian shook his head. "No idea. You tell me!"
The old man stared at him for a moment, then laughed. "Get out of here. Stop standing around and causing me trouble."
Only after Wang Xian had disappeared did the old man carefully inspect the Storage Rings in his hand.
Holy crap!
Holy crap!!
The old man cursed as he looked through the rings, stunned speechless.
He thought, This is practically stripping the Dragon Clan bare. If Ao Tian finds out, won't he come after me with everything he's got?
After checking every last Storage Ring, the old man sighed. "Now that's what I call a real lunatic!"
What no one could have imagined was that Wang Xian had teleported to the back mountain of Kunlun Daoist Temple.
He found the cave where his senior brother, Bear Two, had once stayed, then plunged inside.
When he left Immortal Jade Pavilion, Old Man Qian had given him a Storage Ring. "There are fifty jars of spirit