57: Chapter 57 The Eternal Treasury

The battle in Tianyun City had come to an end.

The Grand Elder of the Nine Cauldrons Guild, a powerful expert at the Peak of the Tribulation Transcendence Stage, was ultimately crushed into meat paste by a single palm strike from Bai Yu.

The Cultivators of the entire Tianyun City were stunned.

The Tribulation Transcendence Stage!

That was an existence standing at the very top of the Upper Realm's pyramid!

Yet before Bai Yu, he couldn't even withstand a single move.

“Long live the Golden Toad Pavilion!”

“God King Bai Yu is invincible!”

Cheers resounded through the clouds.

Golden Treasure stood on the roof of the Golden Toad Pavilion, looking down at the dense crowd below, his heart filled with a myriad of emotions.

Five hundred years.

He had finally waited for this day.

“Revered Master.” Golden Treasure turned to look at Bai Yu, “Tianyun City is completely under our control, and the exchange of samsara tickets is proceeding in an orderly fashion. At the current rate, the Reincarnation Hall's economic system in Tianyun City will completely collapse in three days at most.”

Bai Yu nodded.

“You've done well.”

“However...” He changed the subject, “Taking down Tianyun City alone is not enough.”

“The economic lifeblood of the Reincarnation Hall is not limited to Tianyun City.”

Golden Treasure's eyes lit up.

“Revered Master, do you mean... the Eternal Vault?”

“Exactly.”

Bai Yu looked into the distance, a flicker of complexity crossing his eyes.

“The Eternal Vault, the largest bank in the Upper Realm.”

“It controls the circulation of over seventy percent of the Spirit Stones in the entire Upper Realm.”

“If Tianyun City is the Reincarnation Hall's purse, then the Eternal Vault is their heart.”

Golden Treasure took a deep breath.

“But Revered Master, the owner of the Eternal Vault...”

“I know,” Bai Yu interrupted him, “It's your Fourth Senior Brother, Jin Wusuan.”

Golden Treasure fell silent.

Five hundred years ago, Fourth Senior Brother Jin Wusuan was a generous and magnanimous person.

His favorite thing to do was to distribute the Spirit Stones he earned to poor Cultivators.

But five hundred years later...

“Revered Master, Fourth Senior Brother has changed,” Golden Treasure said in a low voice, “He is now a notorious miser.”

“To what extent is he stingy?”

“Some say he is reluctant to spend even a single Low-Grade Spirit Stone.”

“Others say that to save Spirit Stones, he doesn't even change his Dharma robes, still wearing the same tattered clothes from five hundred years ago.”

Bai Yu did not speak.

He just looked into the distance, a profound glint in his eyes.

“Let’s go.”

“To the Eternal Vault.”

“I want to see for myself what Old Fourth has become.”

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The Eternal Vault was located in the central region of the Upper Realm.

This was the most prosperous place in the entire Upper Realm.

Countless Cultivators came and went, each face carrying a desire for wealth.

Bai Yu and his party landed at the entrance of the Eternal Vault.

It was a massive golden building, a thousand feet high, constructed entirely of pure gold, shimmering under the sunlight.

Two rows of guards stood at the entrance, each possessing a Soul Transformation Stage cultivation.

“Halt!”

A guard blocked Bai Yu’s party.

“The Eternal Vault is not for idlers!”

Golden Treasure stepped forward and took out a golden token.

“I am the President of the Golden Chamber of Commerce, Golden Treasure.”

“I am here to visit the owner of your vault.”

The guard glanced at the token, his expression changing slightly.

“So it is President Jin.”

“However...” He hesitated for a moment, “The Vault Master has ordered that anyone who wishes to see him must first pay an entry fee.”

“Entry fee?” Golden Treasure frowned, “How much?”

“Ten million High-Grade Spirit Stones.”

“What?!”

Golden Treasure almost jumped.

“Ten million High-Grade Spirit Stones? You're robbing us!”

The guard remained expressionless.

“This is the rule set by the Vault Master.”

“If you don't pay, don't even think about entering.”

Golden Treasure trembled with rage.

“Has Fourth Senior Brother gone mad?!”

“Ten million High-Grade Spirit Stones, why doesn't he just go and commit highway robbery!”

Bai Yu patted his shoulder.

“Pay it.”

“Revered Master?!” Golden Treasure's eyes widened, “This is ten million!”

“I said, pay it.”

Bai Yu's tone was calm but left no room for doubt.

Golden Treasure gritted his teeth and pulled a large pile of Spirit Stones out of his Storage Ring.

“Here!”

He threw the Spirit Stones on the ground, his heart aching so much it twitched.

The guard counted them once and nodded.

“The amount is correct.”

“Please enter.”

The golden gates slowly opened.

Bai Yu and his party walked inside.

As soon as they entered, they saw a thin figure sitting in the center of the hall.

The man wore a tattered gray robe covered in patches.

He was looking down, holding an abacus, clicking the beads rapidly.

“Ten million High-Grade Spirit Stones, minus labor costs of three hundred, site maintenance fee of two hundred, guard wages of one hundred...”

“Net profit of nine million, nine hundred ninety-nine thousand, four hundred!”

“Hahahaha! I'm rich, I'm rich!”

The man looked up, revealing a thin face.

It was indeed Bai Yu's fourth Disciple—Jin Wusuan.

Jin Wusuan froze when he saw Bai Yu.

Then...

His eyes instantly lit up.

“Revered Master?!”

“Is it really you?!”

He stood up excitedly, about to rush over.

Suddenly, he stopped again.

“Wait.”

Jin Wusuan looked at Bai Yu, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes.

“Revered Master, are... are you here to borrow money?”

Bai Yu: “...”

Golden Treasure: “...”

Luo Bingli: “...”

Gu Dusheng: “...”

“Fourth Senior Brother!” Golden Treasure said angrily, “What are you saying?!”

“How could Revered Master possibly come to borrow money!”

Jin Wusuan breathed a sigh of relief.

“That's good, that's good.”

“As long as you're not borrowing money.”

He walked up to Bai Yu and looked him up and down.

“Revered Master, you've lived well these five hundred years.”

“Your clothes are quite new; they look like they're worth at least a few thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones.”

“How about... you sell the clothes to me?”

“I'll offer five thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones!”

Bai Yu took a deep breath.

He suppressed the urge to slap this Rebellious Disciple to death.

“Old Fourth.”

Bai Yu stared at Jin Wusuan and spoke slowly.

“You've changed.”

Jin Wusuan was taken aback.

Then he lowered his head, his voice somewhat somber.

“Yes.”

“I've changed.”

“It's been five hundred years, Revered Master.”

“I had to change.”

He looked up, a trace of complexity in his eyes.

“In this world, without money, you can do nothing.”

“So I must make money.”

“Make money desperately.”

“Until the entire Upper Realm is filled with my money.”

Bai Yu did not speak.

He just quietly looked at Jin Wusuan.

A moment later.

“Take me to your vault.”

Jin Wusuan was startled.

“Revered Master, you want to see the vault?”

“Yes.”

“But...” Jin Wusuan hesitated, “There's a fee to enter the vault.”

“One million High-Grade Spirit Stones per person.”

Golden Treasure: “!!!”

“Jin Wusuan! Are you even human?!”

Jin Wusuan spoke righteously.

“Business is business; one must follow the rules.”

“Revered Master is no exception.”

Bai Yu smiled.

“Fine.”

“I'll pay.”

He took a token from his robes and threw it to Jin Wusuan.

“This is the token of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace.”

“Pawn it; it should be enough, right?”

Jin Wusuan caught the token, and his eyes instantly lit up.

“The token of the Lingxiao Heavenly Palace?!”

“This thing is worth at least a hundred million!”

“Revered Master, how generous!”