As evening approached, Chen Hao walked out slowly, looking as calm and unruffled as ever. Not a trace of spiritual energy leaked from him, and he seemed as ordinary as the older boy next door.
"Master!"
The four immediately rose and bowed respectfully, their manner even more reverent than before.
Chen Hao nodded slightly and walked to the middle of the living room. With a turn of his right hand, a plain, ancient copper coin with a dark gold sheen appeared in his palm.
The coin was small, yet it faintly radiated an immense pressure that spanned the ages and commanded all the wealth beneath heaven. Ordinary as it looked, everyone present found their eyes irresistibly drawn to it.
Chen Hao toyed with the coin in his palm and said mildly, "Come and try it, all of you. Let's see who can receive Zhao Gongming's inheritance."
Qin Xiaoyu stepped forward first and took the coin with both hands. It glimmered briefly in her hands, then quickly dimmed. She closed her eyes and tried sensing it, but nothing happened. Opening her eyes, she shook her head.
Ye Chendong took it next, but there was still no response. He bowed and stepped back. "This disciple has no affinity with it. I've disappointed you, Master."
"Let this disciple try!"
Wu Tian stepped forward next and pressed the coin against his forehead. The result was the same: the coin gave no response, and the inheritance remained sealed.
Three attempts, all failures.
Watching this, Yang Wanqing couldn't help muttering, "Is the God of Wealth's inheritance really that hard to receive?"
The instant the blood essence touched the ancient copper coin, it erupted with dazzling golden light that soared into the sky. All of Treasure Sky City was enveloped in this golden light of wealth, and