Several days later, at the Qiongzhou Prefecture Treasury.
It was built deep within a ten-thousand-zhang mountain peak in Qiong Prefecture, the entire mountain forcibly hollowed out.
At the mountain's foot, a hundred-zhang gate of refined iron now stood fully open, revealing crisscrossing passageways and densely packed storage compartments within.
The hazy spiritual light and treasure aura had almost solidified, churning ceaselessly under the enhancement of the Spirit-Gathering Formation. A single breath could leave a cultivator feeling comfortable all over.
Ye Wushang stood at the very front, his expression cold and hard.
Behind him stood Lin Changsheng, Su Zixuan, Xu Jiuling, Xin Bairen, Hua Tieshou, and the others. Farther back were tens of thousands of elite cultivators in a dark mass-their armor gleamed coldly, and not a sound was heard.
Overhead hovered five Mountain-Carrying Treasure Ships, each five hundred zhang long, their hulls covered in transport runes with spiritual light flowing ceaselessly over them; twenty slightly smaller Qiongzhou War Treasure Ships encircled them, their ballistae menacing, their cannon mouths trained on the surrounding airspace in a tight defense.
"In accordance with the decree, move it all for your Sword Chief!" Ye Wushang gave the order, his voice ringing like clashing metal.
In an instant, a stream of people surged into the Prefecture Treasury like a dragon.
Crate after sealed crate of low-grade, mid-grade, and high-grade spirit stones rose on rune power, flowing into the holds of the Mountain-Carrying Treasure Ships like water;
Heaps of first- through third-tier artifact-refining materials, well-sealed jade bottles of medicinal pills, and mountains of demon beast skeletons, demon cores, and essence blood were all being transferred in silence and with efficiency.
These were the vast resources Qing Chen had secretly drawn, withheld, and exchanged from the Seven Prefectures of Qiongzhou over the past several decades, using his