Xu Yang raised his protective astral qi, held his breath, and stepped inside. Sweeping his gaze past the large chests, he approached a shelf at the very back.
The shelf was enormous, but most of it was empty. Only a pillow-sized iron box sat at its very center.
From what he could tell, the box was made entirely of black iron and was worth several hundred taels of silver on its own.
An arched loop protruded from the box, with a chain running through it to secure it to the wall.
Xu Yang clamped his fingers around the black iron lock and twisted hard, forcibly snapping it. Several martial manuals came into view. Without even looking at them, he tucked them into his robes.
There were several small boxes on the neighboring shelf. He was about to inspect them when a shout reached his ears. "What did you hide?"
He looked back. Three figures strode in from outside, their robes stained with blood, their killing intent yet to fade.
The man at their head was Yun Heng.
None of them were fools. After killing their opponents, they knew it was better to hurry and gather loot than offend others by competing for kills.
With so many Blood Lotus Cult disciples here, there had to be plenty of valuables.
Yun Heng simply hadn't expected someone to be even quicker than them, already blasting open the Treasure Vault and apparently pocketing the best things.
Xu Yang glanced indifferently at Yun Heng, ignored him, and turned toward the next shelf.
"Xu Yang?"
Yun Heng froze. He had thought the figure's back looked familiar, but he hadn't expected it to be Xu Yang.
"Xu Yang, I asked you a question!"
Seeing Xu Yang ignore him, Yun Heng, whose killing intent had yet to subside,