The Demise of the Wang Family!

At this moment, his spiritual sense was fully unleashed, the entire layout of Black Reef Island as clear in his mind as the lines on his palm.

"Qingxue, take people to seal off the Herb Garden and Pill Chamber. Don't let them destroy the medicinal herbs."

"Tieshan, take people to the mine and get those foremen under control."

"Everyone else, follow me to the treasury!"

Zhang Chen issued his orders calmly as he sped forward.

His goal was clear—as long as he seized the treasury and core industries, even if the Wang Family had heaven-defying abilities, they wouldn't be able to turn things around.

Soon, the group arrived before the heavy Black Iron Gate of the Wang Family Treasury.

Two corpses lay at the entrance, clearly Wang Family disciples who had tried to steal from their own clan amid the chaos.

They had been killed by their own kin arriving later, a bout of infighting.

Zhang Chen didn't spare them a glance. He directly summoned the "Heaven Shaking Seal."

Boom!

The seal descended, and the Black Iron Gate—a door even a Foundation Establishment Late Stage Cultivator would struggle to break—was smashed into a twisted, deformed wreck, collapsing with a thunderous crash.

As the gate fell, the treasure light spilling from within nearly blinded everyone.

Hundreds of shelves stood in neat rows, piled high with various ores, artifacts, and pills.

On the innermost shelves sat dozens of sealed jade boxes, clearly the Wang Family's true hoard.

"Well, I'll be damned..."

Several Zhang Family disciples behind Zhang Chen were practically drooling.

They had never seen so many treasures in their lives.

"Don't just stand there!"

Zhang Chen swept his sleeve and strode in first: "Pack up the spirit stones and those jade boxes first. Move the rest slowly."

"Yes, Young Master!"

With a cheer, the group launched into a plundering frenzy.

Soon, chest after chest of spirit stones was opened, their dazzling light nearly turning the dim underground hall into daylight.

The Zhang Clan members' eyes gleamed with sharp light.

They worked swiftly, sorting the wealth into categories and stuffing it into specially made storage bags.

Zhang Chen paid no attention to those mundane goods.

He walked straight to the deepest part of the treasury, before a row of antique shelves. Few items were displayed here—mostly jade slips and well-sealed ancient texts.

His gaze settled on an unassuming bronze candlestick.

His spiritual sense swept over it. At the joint between the candlestick's base and the stone platform, there was an extremely faint trace of spiritual energy flow. If his spiritual sense weren't far beyond ordinary, and his cultivation technique extremely sensitive to spiritual energy, he likely wouldn't have noticed it at all.

"Interesting."

Zhang Chen reached out, grasped the candlestick, and slowly turned it three times to the right, then once back to the left.

Click, click, click—

A dull mechanical sound rang out.

The heavy antique shelf slid slowly to both sides, revealing a seemingly flat stone wall.

Then, the center of the stone wall sank inward, and a black hidden compartment covered in talismans popped out.

This commotion immediately caught the attention of Old Ancestor Zhang Tianzheng and Family Head Zhang Yunshan, who had just arrived.

"Chen'er, what is this?"

Zhang Yunshan hurried over, frowning at the cold, sinister aura emanating from the hidden compartment.

Zhang Chen said nothing. He waved his hand, sending out a stream of spiritual energy. The sealing talismans ignited on contact, burning to ash and drifting down.

The compartment sprang open. Inside was no earth-shattering divine artifact.

Only a black iron box wrapped in unknown beast hide.

The box had no lock. Zhang Chen took it out, placed it on a stone table beside him, and opened it.

Inside lay a thick stack of letters and several account books.

Zhang Chen picked up a letter at random and unfolded it.

After just a few glances, a look of realization dawned in his eyes.

"This Wang Family truly deserves to die without regret."

He handed the letter to his father beside him.

Then he flipped open the account books himself.

The account book was densely packed with transaction records from the past year.

"Yuanhe 3, Fifth Month: Offered thirty virgin boys and girls each, in exchange for two bottles of Blood Burning Demonic Pill."

"Yuanhe 3, Seventh Month: Intercepted and killed seven passing rogue cultivators, extracted their Essence Blood and Soul, and delivered them to the Yin Luo Sect Envoy..."

"Yuanhe 3, Ninth Month: Found a female cultivator born at the Extreme Yin Time, an excellent cauldron, exchanged for a promise from the Yin Luo Sect elders to act once..."

Every line reeked of nauseating bloodshed.

This was no ledger at all—it was clearly a Book of Life and Death from Yama's Hall.

Zhang Yunshan finished reading the letter in his hands.

The hand gripping the paper trembled slightly.

"Beasts! Jian Shou is worse than a beast!"

Even the usually steady Zhang Yunshan couldn't help but curse aloud: "They actually faked a plague in a mortal town just to exchange for those damned demonic pills, all to collect Resentment Qi and Living Souls!"

"The wronged souls beneath Black Reef Island must number in the tens of thousands!"

Zhang Tianzheng walked over and took the evidence of crime.

He read quickly, but as he did, the air temperature around this Nascent Soul Old Ancestor plummeted sharply.

"What a Wang Family, what a Yin Luo Sect."

"This old man thought they were merely overbearing in their actions, but I never imagined they had long since become lackeys of the Demonic Path. Colluding with demon cultivators, harming mortals and fellow cultivators alike—if a clan like this is allowed to continue existing, then heaven has no eyes!"

"Keep all of this safe!"

Zhang Tianzheng took a deep breath, suppressing the rage in his heart: "This is not only the Wang Family's evidence of crime, but also our legal basis for wiping them out."