"That is rather unfortunate."
Song Wen wore a look of regret, as though he truly felt sorry for Tang Chuan.
"Elder Tang Chuan, please take us into the treasury."
"Yes, Sect Master. Please wait a moment," Tang Chuan said.
With that, he took out a token and turned toward the cave entrance.
The token glowed faintly red, casting its light onto the formation barrier, which immediately vanished.
"Sect Master, Supreme Elder Ying Wu, Elder Xuan Li, please!" Tang Chuan raised a hand to gesture toward the cave.
Song Wen did not hesitate. With a slight movement, he drifted slowly inside.
The cave passage twisted and wound, extending deep underground.
They traveled several dozen li and passed through several more formation barriers before the space before them finally opened up.
An enormous underground cavern appeared before them. Its vaulted ceiling rose a hundred zhang high and was studded with countless fist-sized gems, whose pearly white radiance illuminated the entire cavern.
On the left side of the treasury, rows of wooden shelves stood neatly arranged. Each was filled with assorted jade bottles and jade cases, all bearing labels identifying the treasures within: medicinal pills, spiritual herbs, or rare spiritual materials.
On the right stood stone platforms as tall as a person, displaying magical treasures and spiritual weapons-swords, long sabers, banners, corpse coffins... There were several hundred in total, all supreme-grade spiritual treasures that only Mahayana stage cultivators could wield.
In one corner of the treasury, large numbers of jade chests were neatly stacked.
Although the jade chests bore restrictions to prevent spiritual energy from leaking out, Song Wen could still keenly sense the rich spiritual energy emanating from them.
Clearly, these jade chests were all filled with spirit stones.
Seeing Song Wen's gaze settle on the jade chests, Tang Chuan perceptively spoke