A Clean Sweep of the Warehouse

"So powerful... is this a Super Douluo's method of mental control?!"

Watching from the side, Xu He could not help murmuring in amazement, his face filled with disbelief.

"Just a little trick."

Mo Yuan smiled faintly. "Let's go. Wang Xiao is a level 89 Soul Douluo, after all. The illusion will only last half an incense stick."

Everyone sucked in a breath at those words.

Was he really going to humblebrag like that? Half an incense stick was supposed to be short?!

Fifteen minutes—that was enough to kill a Soul Douluo countless times over!

With their worries gone, everyone strode brazenly straight up to the Strategic Warehouse's alloy doors under the cover of Mo Yuan's powerful mental illusion.

The soldiers stationed on either side of the doors and Wang Xiao on the raised platform turned a blind eye to Xu Yan's group, even though they were right before them.

They continued staring ahead with vigilant expressions.

They were completely immersed in the illusion.

Looking at the immensely thick Soul Tool doors, their surfaces densely engraved with level 9 defensive formations and fitted with complex electronic locks,

Elder Jin Peng rubbed his chin and frowned slightly.

"These doors are incredibly tough. Forcing them open would probably cause a huge commotion. Little Yan, how do we get inside?"

A composed smile curled Xu Yan's lips. He turned his head and gestured for Xu He to step forward.

"Brother, we're counting on you."

"Understood!"

Xu He nodded firmly, a glint of determination and confidence flashing through his eyes.

As the legitimate eldest son whom the old emperor had once spared no effort to cultivate, he naturally possessed the highest access privileges for this Strategic Warehouse.

Xu He stepped forward, extended his right palm, and pressed it firmly against the sensor glowing deep blue at the center of the doors.

Buzzz—

The Soul Tool sensor instantly erupted with dazzling azure light.

Complex characters and streams of formation light flickered wildly across the doors, accompanied by a series of shrill verification tones.

Barely three seconds passed.

Beep!

A cold, synthesized voice sounded.

Then came a muffled rumble!

The enormous Soul Tool doors, forged from a premium alloy and a full twenty centimeters thick, slowly slid apart amid the rumbling.

At the sight, Xu He secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Good thing Xu Tianlong hasn't had time to change the access privileges yet."

"A national Strategic Warehouse! I can't wait!"

Yan Feng craned his neck to peer through the opening, eager to see what treasures lay inside.

Beside him, Ji Juechen also leaned forward.

Even Du Busi, Jin Peng, and Mo Yuan behind them could not help swallowing, their faces full of anticipation.

Xu Yan, however, was not particularly excited.

After all, he had already visited this warehouse with Xu He.

This was not the Strategic Warehouse that Huo Yuhao would later blow up.

That one was in the eastern outskirts and was still under construction.

But the two stored essentially the same things.

The warehouse mostly held various rare ores and all kinds of Soul Guidance Cannon Shells.

As for medicinal herbs related to cultivation, Soul Bones, and the like, those were all in the Imperial Warehouse.

Rumble!

With a dull rumble, the doors opened completely.

A cold, deadly aura of metal and stone washed over them, along with the magnetic fluctuations unique to Soul Tool formations.

"Come on, inside!"

Xu Yan took the lead, and everyone filed in behind him.

As soon as they crossed the threshold, Xu He operated the heavy alloy doors, closing them again.

Once more, the doors shut out the glaring sunlight and the lingering stench of blood.

The Strategic Warehouse's interior was unimaginably vast.

The entire structure consisted of deeply buried fortifications designed to withstand nuclear attacks—Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannons.

Ahead, a wide, spiraling ramp extended into the pitch-black depths underground.

Over a hundred Soul Guidance Lamps were embedded in the ceiling, illuminating the entire underground space as brightly as day.

"Tsk, tsk. Now that's underground engineering worthy of the Sun Moon Empire."

Elder Jin Peng looked around, clicking his tongue in admiration.

"Stay close, everyone. This warehouse has three levels."

As Xu Yan led the way, he explained the layout with practiced ease.

"The first level holds basic rare metals and strategic ores.

The second holds standard Soul Tools and level 4 through level 7 Fixed Soul Cannon Shells.

And the third level, at the very heart, holds the Empire's reserves.

It's a restricted zone for Level 8 and even Level 9 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shells!"

They hurried down the passage and soon entered the first underground level.

"Gulp..."

The moment they stepped into the enormous plaza on the first level, the sounds of swallowing rose one after another.

Before them stretched mountains and seas of metal with no end in sight!

Sunken Silver, Fine Gold, Golden Crystal Stone, Blazing Sun Iron, Crystal Steel...

Countless premium rare materials, of which even a single gram was hard to obtain outside, lay here like heaps of rubbish.

They were neatly stacked into blocks ten meters high!

"My heavens... how many Gold Soul Coins must all this be worth?!"

Yan Feng stared, his eyes transfixed, and cried out involuntarily.

Xu He took a deep breath, steadying the shock in his heart, and added,

"The rare metals on the first level are enough to completely re-equip three Soul Engineer Corps! And this is only one of Mingdu's stockpiles."

Du Busi swept his gaze over the rare metals covering the vast space.

Although he knew nothing about forging Soul Tools, he knew these things would command astronomical prices in the Heaven Dou Empire.

Selling even a small portion would let the sect's disciples soak in medicinal baths every day!

"We're rich..."

He immediately waved his hand and called out to Jin Peng and Mo Yuan with soaring bravado,

"What are you staring at? Pack it up! Take every last bit!

Don't leave so much as a speck of slag for that bastard Xu Tianlong!"

"You got it!"

The two Super Douluos, Jin Peng and Mo Yuan, exchanged smiles and instantly activated their Storage Soul Tools.

In a flash, the suction from their Storage Soul Tools swept across the first level like a gale scattering the last clouds.

Whole blocks of precious rare metals vanished into their storage.

In mere moments, the enormous plaza that had been piled high with metal was stripped clean, leaving nothing but bare alloy flooring!

Fortunately, Du Busi and the other two had planned on robbery from the start, so they had brought plenty of Soul Tool Rings.

With those belonging to Xu Yan's group, the soldiers outside, and Wang Xiao added in, they just barely managed to pack away all the ore on the first level.

Without pausing, they swept straight toward the second underground level.

As they entered the second level, the oppressive aura in the air abruptly intensified!

Here, instead of cold ore, stood row upon row of imposing Soul Tool arsenals!

Level 4, 5, 6, and 7 Fixed Soul Guidance Cannon Shells were securely sealed in large, barrel-shaped, explosion-proof lead containers according to their power and attributes.

Hundreds upon thousands of precision Soul Cannons for close combat and long-range attacks were displayed on either side!

Their cold metal barrels and densely packed formation patterns radiated an air of destruction under the lights.

"This is incredible! Absolutely incredible!"

The sight set Yan Feng's blood boiling. "If we hauled all this onto the front lines, every member of Shrek's Inspection Corps who came would die!"

"Shrek's Inspection Corps? What kind of trash is that?"

Xu Yan scoffed. "These Soul Cannons are enough to wipe out all of Shrek."

"Stop staring and start packing!"

Du Busi was already grinning from ear to ear as he led Jin Peng and Mo Yuan on a frenzied sweep.

Crates of Level 7 high-explosive Soul Guidance Cannon Shells and entire rows of Defensive Soul Tools vanished into thin air like clouds swept away by a gale.

"Huh? What's this?"

Jin Peng casually opened a box on one of the shelves.

He found it filled with milky-white little bottles, each about the size of a thumb.

The moment he picked one up, he suddenly felt a stream of pure Soul Power flow out of the bottle and into his body.

Startled, Jin Peng exclaimed, "What is this liquid? It can actually restore my Soul Power!"

"That's a Rechargeable Soul Tool, commonly called a Milk Bottle."

Xu Yan came over and explained,

"It's generally used to restore Soul Power, but it can also be installed in Soul Tools to store energy. It's an essential component for fixed Soul Tools."

"I see!"

Jin Peng's eyes lit up. "This is good stuff! We can take it back for the sect's disciples to use during battle!"

He gave the shelves a quick scan and found dozens of large boxes.

"Oh no! Brother Yan, we're running out of space in our rings!"

Yan Feng suddenly shouted from behind, his expression helpless.

The others were in the same predicament.

There was no greater tragedy in life.

To see something good during a zero-cost shopping spree, yet be unable to carry it away.

The corner of Xu Yan's mouth twitched. "Don't get too greedy. Low-level Soul Cannons aren't hard to come by. We have the materials, so we can make them ourselves.

Just take Soul Tools of level 7 and above."

"Except close-combat Soul Tools!" Du Busi hurriedly added.

In his mind, these long-range Soul Cannons were still less important than the close-combat Soul Tools on the shelves.

Those were what suited Body Martial Souls best!

"Understood!"

Xu He and the other two immediately complied.

Xu Yan could only shrug helplessly at this, then cast his gaze toward the passage leading farther down.

A glimmer of excitement rose in his eyes as well.

The truly good stuff was down there!

Weapons of mass destruction!