At Tang Changsheng's words, Fang Xin's old face flushed red. He had thought he must have misheard it before, yet he had still brought it up to show off. Now he mumbled and dared say no more.
In his heart, he was already eighty or ninety percent certain that Tang Changsheng was a disciple of a great sect. As for Tang Changsheng's feeble cultivation... Couldn't he simply be out traveling?
Only after a long while did Fang Xin say, "In that case, I'll take you to the Netherworld Office. But first, I'll have to discuss this with the jailers of the Ghost Prison!"
Tang Changsheng smiled faintly. "Just as well. I need to prepare some Dharma Money too!"
He couldn't divine the future or know what was coming, so naturally he hadn't brought Dharma Money with him in advance.
The two agreed on their plans and went their separate ways. Only after Fang Xin had left did Tang Changsheng find a safe place and log off—no, cross back into his own world.
Perhaps the "Immortal Realm" had far richer resources and far more treasures than his own world.
But in this "Immortal Realm," he was nothing more than an insignificant nobody. He had neither the opportunity nor the means to get his hands on those treasures.
In his own world, though, a diligent search ought to turn up something. And if he worked hard to build his position there, sooner or later it would be like his own backyard... What couldn't he obtain then?
Though his world had suffered a great calamity and its Origin Energy had dissipated, who could say how many good things an entire world still held?
Over the years, the General's Temple had collected quite a few Magical Artifacts and treasures. But among them, there was