Seeking Fortune and Avoiding Evil in the Cultivation World Chapter 803 - 407: Effortless Crossing the Tribulation, Obtaining a Second-Grade Opportunity (2)

A sudden eruption of cataclysmic energy followed, tearing through every fiber of their beings.

They vanished into thin air, reduced to piles of ash before a single cry of agony could escape their lips.

Their existence was completely erased from the world.

In a mere heartbeat, the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber had effortlessly claimed the lives of nine Nascent Soul cultivators from the Celestial Roc Race.

"Does this represent the true might of a Sub-Immortal Artifact? The Immortal Slaying Flying Saber certainly lives up to its legend."

Jiang Fan’s pupils narrowed as he took in the carnage.

He was well aware that this Sub-Immortal Artifact was terrifyingly powerful; after all, it was a divine treasure forged with the purpose of slaying Immortals.

Deploying such a weapon against mere Nascent Soul cultivators was the definition of overkill.

Nevertheless, he was stunned that a single strike could incinerate their very corpses into nothingness.

It truly proved its status as a Sub-Immortal Artifact, standing in a realm far beyond that of common magical treasures.

With this weapon in his possession, it felt as though he were a tiger that had suddenly grown wings.

"Hmph, you actually summoned me just to slaughter a few ants?"

"In the future, do not call upon me to dispose of such garbage."

The Immortal Slaying Flying Saber vibrated with clear irritation.

It felt that its power was being squandered by dealing with a handful of Nascent Soul cultivators.

Was this not a blatant waste of its divine essence?

Had this detestable human not used specialized methods to bind it, the artifact would never have been so cooperative.

However, since it was already committed to the task, it had no choice but to exert its strength.

This realization left the artifact feeling deeply resentful.

"Do not worry, I only wished to gauge your capabilities."

"I will surely provide you with opponents worthy of your edge in the days to come."

A faint smile played on Jiang Fan’s lips.

Ignoring the grumbling of the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber, he stowed the weapon away.

He knew his window of opportunity was closing fast.

The demise of nine Nascent Soul cultivators would undoubtedly send shockwaves through the entire Celestial Roc Race.

These were the Nascent Souls tasked with protecting the Treasure Hall, after all.

Their deaths signaled a catastrophic breach in the vault's security.

It wouldn't be long before every warrior of the Celestial Roc Race descended upon this location.

He had very little time to strip the Treasure Hall of its riches.

Consequently, he had no leisure to argue with the Immortal Slaying Flying Saber.

Swish!

With a flicker of movement, Jiang Fan’s silhouette blurred as he charged into the Treasure Hall.

With the nine Nascent Soul guardians gone, the path was as clear as if he were walking through an empty field.

Furthermore, the Celestial Cicada Spirit Leaf masked his presence perfectly, ensuring he wouldn't set off any of the defensive restriction arrays.

"Good heavens, the sheer volume of treasure here is staggering."

"Just how much spiritual medicine has the Celestial Roc Race been hoarding?"

"Their wealth is beyond absurd."

As they entered the Treasure Hall, the Ten Thousand Transformations Pill Furnace marveled at the immense space. It was as large as a public square and divided into numerous sections.

Every chamber was filled to the brim with valuables.

The vast majority of the haul consisted of spiritual medicines.

Great mounds of spiritual herbs were piled so high they looked like mountain peaks.

They gave off a fragrant medicinal aroma so potent that a single breath felt like it could boost one's Cultivation.

"Tsk tsk, what would these spiritual medicines be worth in Spirit Stones?"

"Hundreds of millions? Tens of billions?"

"No, that's far too low. It must be worth at least tens of billions, perhaps even hundreds of billions of Spirit Stones."

"We have truly hit the jackpot this time."

The voice of the Primordial Talisman Pen trembled with excitement.

As the Inheritance Dao Artifact of the Primordial Talisman Sect, it had seen many wonders, but long-term poverty had limited its perspective.

Since the sect fell into ruin, it had suffered from a severe lack of resources.

Even with a new Sect Leader, it had been unable to provide any aid, forcing Jiang Fan to forge his own path.

Because of this history, the Primordial Talisman Pen was practically traumatized by their previous lack of wealth.

"It isn't just spiritual medicine stored here."

"There is also a massive armory of magical treasures."

"Magical Artifacts, Spiritual Artifacts, and even Spirit Treasures are all present."

"It’s quite shocking that Demon Race cultivators would keep so many magical treasures. Where did they manage to plunder all of this?"

"Could these have come from those Ancient Secret Realms?"

The Demon-Vibrating Bell was also scanning the room with curiosity.

It pointed out an area overflowing with equipment.

Each magical treasure pulsed with a brilliant light, bathing the section in a dazzling golden glow.

The total count likely exceeded hundreds of thousands, perhaps even reaching a million items.

For a normal Artifact Refiner, creating such an arsenal would require an unimaginable amount of time and raw materials.

If they could claim these treasures, every single disciple of the Primordial Talisman Sect could be armed to the teeth.

This would undeniably bolster the sect's power.

It would serve to massively enrich the Sect’s treasury and strengthen its very Foundation.

"It doesn't matter where they came from; they belong to us now."

"Strip the place bare. Loot everything."

Jiang Fan didn't waste another second calculating the value; he simply began transferring everything into the internal world of the Exquisite Tower.

He was lucky to have a spatial treasure as vast as the Exquisite Tower. A typical cultivator with only a few storage bags wouldn't have been able to carry away even a fraction of this hoard.

But Jiang Fan could pack the entire vault and leave nothing behind.

Rumble~~~

Within a few short minutes, Jiang Fan had vacuumed up every treasure in sight. He was so thorough he even considered prying up the floor tiles and dismantling the structural walls.

After all, the materials used to build the palace itself were incredibly rare.

If he had the time, he would have taken the entire building with him.

"This is brutal."

"Master has completely cleaned out the treasury of a Divinity Transformation Race."

"The Celestial Roc Race is going to lose their minds."

The Taiyi Five Smoke Net remarked with a touch of emotion.

It understood the magnitude of what its master had just done.

Even for a race with a Divinity Transformation ancestor, it would take countless ages to accumulate such wealth.

And yet, its master had wiped it all out in a single move.

It imagined that if it were the ancestor of the Celestial Roc Race, it would be dying of sheer rage.

No one could stay calm after seeing their life's work stolen in an instant by an enemy.

"They will certainly go insane."

"However, Master will be long gone by then."

"No matter how furious the Celestial Roc Race becomes, they won't be able to track Master down."

The Demon Refining Pot spoke with pride.

It acknowledged that the Celestial Roc Race was a titan compared to the current Jiang Fan.

If his identity were revealed, a relentless hunt would surely follow.

But the Celestial Roc Race had no way of knowing who had actually robbed them.

Even finding a trail would be a monumental task for them.

"It’s time to leave."

Jiang Fan surveyed the hollow shell of the Treasure Hall, feeling a profound sense of success.

By striking while the Divinity Transformation Ancestor was away, he had successfully pillaged the clan's heart.

He couldn't even guess how many Spirit Stones he had just made.

He was also aware that he couldn't linger.

Eventually, the Celestial Roc Race would realize their Nascent Soul guardians were no longer breathing.

Staying any longer was asking for trouble.

Boom~~

Suddenly, a notification resonated within his sea of consciousness: "Congratulations on surviving a life-and-death ordeal. You have earned a Second-Grade Opportunity and three million Luck Points."

Upon hearing this, Jiang Fan was filled with intense joy.

The rewards were even greater than expected, granting him a Second-Grade Opportunity.

But now was not the moment to inspect his prizes; he needed to make a clean getaway.

Jiang Fan produced the Gate of the Void.

Within an instant, he vanished from the hall.

It was as if he had never been there at all.

...

Meanwhile, deep within a palace of the Celestial Roc Race.

A collection of soul lamps sat in a dedicated chamber.

If a lamp flickered out, it signified the death of a clan member.

This hall was heavily patrolled by Celestial Roc Race guards.

Their duty was to report any extinguished lamp immediately.

Suddenly, the guards were horrified to see nine lamps go dark simultaneously. These were the soul lamps of Nascent Soul Elders—a catastrophic development.

"How can this be? An Elder's lamp has gone out? Who would dare kill our Elders? And nine Tier Four Elders at once? Who is responsible for this?"

"Wait, these aren't just any Elders; they are the Tier Four Elders stationed at the Treasure Hall!"

"This is a disaster! Something has happened at the Treasure Hall. An intruder has struck! Alert the other Elders immediately!"

The guards' expressions turned pale with terror as they raised the alarm.

Clang~~ Clang~~ Clang~~~

The frantic tolling of bells suddenly echoed through every corner of the Celestial Roc Race’s Holy Land.

Every Nascent Soul Elder in the clan was instantly jolted into action.