After Jiang Chen returned home, he sent Xiaohai, who had spent the night fighting crime, to the Netherworld. Uncle Wei had asked him to do so before he came back.
Since he was still alive, it was time for him to personally guide Xiaohai onto the path of Ghost Cultivation.
Chaos had been breaking out everywhere lately.
Even a King could not guarantee his own survival. The old man wanted to leave a successor to the Ghost Cultivation lineage.
"System, open the panel."
Once he was alone, Jiang Chen spoke impatiently.
One glance made his breathing quicken sharply.
6.47 million!
The gains from this battle were astonishing.
This was also the result Jiang Chen had anticipated before joining the operation. Both allies and enemies could drop gold, and watching his funds rise was downright addictive.
"If Uncle Wei could sever his Evil Corpse one more time and lure out the Dark Alliance's Kings, I might even be able to draw a six-star card."
"Still, it's fine. With the Yin Qi outbreak, the Dark Alliance should come again. Without a King-Level presence holding the line, though, my earnings will probably drop drastically."
"Will I be able to draw a six-star card over the course of this upheaval in the Nine Provinces?"
"If I can, what level of combat power would a Monster Transformation Card of that grade correspond to? A King at the peak of the ninth step, or... a so-called Supreme Powerhouse?"
In the living room, Jiang Chen's eyes gleamed as he immersed himself in excitement.
In this battle, he had witnessed the terror of truly high-end combat power. A King whose strength had been forcibly elevated had casually shattered several of his stacked trump cards with a single strike.
It had shaken him deeply.
After all, if he had