"First, let's test the blade."
Jiang Ding took a deep breath and looked at Tian Xuanzi's turtle-shell storage treasure, which no longer had any defenses.
Surely, the heavenly treasures, magical treasures, Nascent Soul treasures, and spirit stones inside would add up to a total value of...
No.
There was a surprise.
About three billion low-grade spirit stones.
The enormous storage shell was nearly empty. Jiang Ding stared, eyes wide.
"Ah! No!"
"Damn you, Tian Xuanzi!"
"Aaaaaah..."
Jiang Ding could not control himself. A shrill scream burst from his throat. "How can you be poorer than a legacy disciple, poorer than the Heavenly Palace's Ten Kings?!!"
"Is that how it should be? Does that make any sense? Huh?"
"It shouldn't be!"
"It makes no sense!"
"You have no professional ethics as an immortal cultivator!"
Even a Dao Child raised up in haste should not have been like this!
There was only one explanation: before heading into battle, Tian Xuanzi had made arrangements for most of his wealth. He had brought only consumables he might need in a war of attrition—pills, talismans, spirit stones, and special Nascent Soul treasures. He had not been as arrogant and overbearing as he had acted before the fight.
Nor was there any sign of the tier-one immortal cultivation ecosystem Chong Yuanzi had possessed. Not a single hair of it.
"Huff, huff, huff..."
Jiang Ding set down the turtle-shell treasure and took one deep breath after another.
Tian Xuanzi was ruthless. Even at the end, he had done everything he could to make his opponent suffer.
"Hmph! I'm not suffering at all!"
"Shadow Demon Daoist Heir, fellow Daoist Shadow Three-One..."
Jiang Ding picked up the Black Cloud storage treasure and said solemnly, "Tian Xuanzi was a disgrace to Dao Children. He didn't even have the fighting strength