"So what's this Magical Artifact called?"
"Call it whatever you like, Fellow Daoist Chen. It doesn't matter."
"..."
With a bracelet strung from twenty-four Replica Sea-Calming Pearls on his wrist, Chen Zhuo signed the contract and left Jade Purity Intelligence.
His bank balance now stood at exactly six hundred thousand Spirit Coins.
It was more money than Chen Zhuo had ever possessed.
He had never seen so much in his bank account.
The money he had held in the Spell Repository before didn't count.
That had all been fake. None of it could reach his bank account.
"What if I really run into Qi Panqiu in the Dao Tournament? Will she actually take half my assets?"
That was Chen Zhuo's greatest worry now.
Never would he have imagined that the tables would turn in just a few months.
The opponent Chen Zhuo had once worried about least had become the one he feared most!
Three hundred thousand Spirit Coins—that was enough to buy a life!
Earlier, Chen Zhuo had even felt sorry for Qi Panqiu's ancestors. He'd thought there was no need to drag a petty matter from the past into a feud spanning generations.
But now, Chen Zhuo had only one thing to say...
He'd been naive back then. A bit too saintly, really.
He needed to reflect on that.
Which Nascent Soul True Lord had suppressed the Qi Household, anyway?
Fuck, couldn't he have finished them off in one stroke?
Had he never heard of pulling weeds out by the roots? At this rate, his path to immortality was as good as over!
Chen Zhuo sighed deeply. Then he remembered his lifetime membership, took out his Spirit Message Jade Slip, and asked Little Jade, "Little Jade, Little Jade, say I have six hundred thousand in premarital assets. How