Night had deepened, and stars filled the sky.
Jiang Yang's courtyard shone inside and out with a luminous glow, bright as day.
This Spirit Artifact could not yet see the light of day, so Jiang Yang casually tossed it into the depths of his Storage Bag.
He raised his head and surveyed the dazzling array of treasures and their multicolored radiance. A considerable sense of accomplishment welled up in him, and he sighed softly.
"There really is a lot. This haul will probably last me all the way to the Purple Mansion realm, with some Surplus left over."
Qing He smiled, casually picked a white flower from a box, and held it before her to inhale its fragrance.
"You've only nibbled off a tiny piece of a Grotto-Heaven's thousand-year accumulation, like an ant moving its nest. It's hardly anything at all. There'll be plenty more to open your eyes in the future."
"This opportunity alone was rare enough."
Jiang Yang shook his head, showing no greed, and merely said,
"You have no idea how difficult things are in the Mortal World these days. Even Purple Mansion True Persons live in straitened circumstances. If word of my wealth got out, by tomorrow there might be as many people willing to take desperate risks as carp crossing a river..."
"They'd even give up cultivating just to spend their days lying in wait for me in the Great Void."
"Heh, heh, heh..."
Qing He laughed heartily and replied,
"Then let them wait. Hurry up and break through to Divine Powers. You'll see an entirely different view."
"Mm."
Jiang Yang nodded lightly and was about to reply when his Immortal Foundation suddenly rippled. A current of magic power appeared out of nowhere above his qi sea. Though it was not turbulent, it flowed into