Chen Changqing flew on his sword at an astonishing speed.
The Heavenly Thunder Sword was itself a top-grade Immortal Artifact. Under his full power, it transformed into a violet-blue streak of light almost impossible to discern with the naked eye, leaving a straight white line between the clouds.
He did not choose to travel through teleportation arrays.
That would have been too conspicuous and made him an easy target for ambushes. Instead, he crossed more than half of the Nine Provinces directly, skimming over endless mountain ranges, wastelands, and deserts as he raced toward Mount Shu.
Carrying two burdens did affect his speed somewhat.
Chu Xiong and Yue Xuan had their cultivation sealed. Though their bodies were still protected by spiritual power and would not be ruined by the high-altitude gale, hanging outside the sword light and swaying like two ragged sacks was truly not much to look at.
Chen Changqing simply bound the two together with a Spirit-Binding Rope and dragged them behind the sword hilt. From afar, they looked like a string of air-dried cured meat.
But he did not care about such a minor flaw.
This trip had filled his coffers to overflowing—not only had he obtained the second token of the Heaven-Stepping Immortal Emperor's inheritance, he had also farmed several hundred thousand AFK Points.
Not to mention that he had plundered the possessions of the elites from two imperial dynasties. Top-grade spirit stones alone had brought him nearly fifty million, and that did not even include the magic treasures, ores, and spirit medicines.
He was even seriously considering whether he ought to attend more auctions like this in the future. Whether he actually bid on anything did not matter; the important part was taunting people a few more times at the entrance, waiting for those from