While the military and the cult outside slaughtered each other beyond the city walls, heads rolling like rain, Chen Jing took advantage of the sect's absolute safety during the lockdown and stayed obediently in Red Sun Hall, madly consolidating his foundation.
After remaining in his own courtyard for three days, Chen Jing changed into a neat black training outfit and entered Red Sun Hall's restricted inner treasury without obstruction.
As the heavy refined-steel doors slowly opened before him, Chen Jing looked upon the shocking sight within. The corners of his lips could not help but rise wildly, and an irrepressible rush of delight and exhilaration surged through his heart.
Inside the vast inner treasury, century-old blood ginseng was stacked in jade boxes like ordinary radishes, while porcelain jars containing the heartblood of elite beasts piled up like mountains. The air was saturated with a rich medicinal fragrance so thick it was nearly impossible to disperse.
Red Sun Hall was sparsely populated these days, so despite the immense resources stored here, there was not even a dedicated steward guarding the place on ordinary days.
Moreover, as Red Sun Hall's chief true disciple, Chen Jing was fully entitled to take whatever he wanted from this treasury. No one would question him.
Chen Jing did not stand on ceremony. As though stocking up on goods, he directly took ten century-old blood ginseng plants, then casually lifted five jars of beast heartblood with one arm.
As he stepped out of the inner treasury, he casually instructed a passing menial disciple, "Notify the kitchen. Every day, send three elite beasts' worth of meat, along with Tenfold Bone-Tempering Soup boiled in a large cauldron and the strongest medicinal bath, to my private courtyard on time."
But Chen Jing's shopping spree was clearly far from satisfying him.