121: Chapter 121 After the show ends, a storm is brewing!

Central Province City was exploding.

Everything that happened at the Tianji Pavilion auction was like a spiritual power storm sweeping across the world, devouring every corner of this ancient megalopolis at an unimaginable speed.

"Extra! Extra! Someone used a mundane copper coin to buy out the entire Tianji Pavilion auction!"

"What buy? Nonsense! That was the manifestation of the 'Dao'! Tianji Pavilion Master Mo Wentian led all the Elders to kneel and worship on the spot, personally admitting that it was the legendary supreme treasure, the 'great dao mother coin'!"

"Hiss... Which ancient existence has awakened in that heavenly room number one? To actually possess such heaven-defying means to change the world?"

In countless restaurants, teahouses, and Immortal Caves, wherever Cultivators gathered, they were frantically discussing the same mysterious codename.

The Senior in heavenly room number one!

Some turned pale at the mention, filled with inexplicable awe.

Some grew greedy, their eyes glowing green.

Some trembled in fear, as if standing before a god.

Meanwhile, at another center of this storm, within the palace established by the Primeval Imperial Clan in Central Province City.

The air here was as oppressive as a dead zone.

Qilin Blood Prince lay prostrate on the cold gold bricks, his entire body trembling like a sieve, even his Soul shivering.

Directly in front of him sat a middle-aged man wearing dark gold Dragon robes.

The man's face was seventy percent similar to his, but between the opening and closing of those eyes, there was no scene of stars being born or destroyed, but rather the terrifying sight of the Universe collapsing and the ten thousand Daos crumbling.

He just sat there quietly, and the space of the entire grand hall distorted because of him.

He was Qilin Blood Prince's father, the current Imperial Lord of the Primeval Imperial Clan, a supreme titan who truly stood above the billions of living beings in Central Province.

"You mean to say, you didn't just lose the enlightenment stone that I bestowed upon you."

The Imperial Lord's voice was very soft and calm, yet it struck Qilin Blood Prince's Divine Soul like invisible heavy hammers.

"You were also stepped on by someone using a copper coin, right in front of the entire Central Province, trampling the Primeval Imperial Clan under their feet?"

"Father... That... That was no mundane object..." Qilin Blood Prince's voice was hoarse, filled with endless fear.

"Shut up!"

Divine light exploded from the Imperial Lord's eyes. Qilin Blood Prince was struck as if by lightning, violently spitting out a mouthful of blood, his aura instantly wilting.

"I don't care what it is."

The Imperial Lord slowly stood up, the terrifying pressure making the entire palace moan.

"Anyone who dares to bring shame to my Primeval Imperial Clan must pay with blood and bone."

"Pass on my decree: blockade all exits of Central Province City! Raise the grand formation, spread Divine Thoughts like a net; not even a fly is allowed to fly out!"

"I will go meet this 'Senior' personally."

"Let's see just how hard his 'Dao' really is!"

...

On the other side.

Inside a top-tier garden arranged by the Tianji Pavilion, where the Spiritual Qi was so dense it turned into tangible mist.

Su Changge was facing the dazzling treasure light all over the floor, wanting to cry but having no tears.

Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill, the complete essence blood of an ancient lightning beast, a fist-sized Tear of the Stars...

Any single one of these supreme treasures would be enough to make a Holy Land fight until they beat each other's brains out, but now they were just piled chaotically on the floor like rotting cabbage at a market.

"How... how the f*ck am I supposed to take this away?"

Su Changge scratched his head frantically.

He tried to stuff a shimmering ten-thousand-year Spirit Medicine into his arms, but the medicinal fragrance overflowed so much it almost blew the roof off.

He couldn't really carry a mountain of gold and silver back to the Eastern Wasteland, could he?

Wouldn't that be blatantly telling the whole world: I am that peerless Master (sucker) who ransacked the auction?

Just as he was pacing around anxiously, a blue light screen, visible only to him, quietly popped up.

[System Prompt: Detected a large quantity of ownerless spiritual items. Convert them?]

[Option 1: Convert all into emotion points.]

[Option 2: Consume one million emotion points to open a one-cubic-meter personal storage space.]

Su Changge's eyes lit up instantly.

Savior! My dear father System!

Without a second thought, he roared in his heart: "Choose two! Choose two!"

emotion points could be earned again by acting cool, but these treasures were hard currency for saving his life in critical moments!

[Insufficient emotion points, cannot open.]

The ecstasy on Su Changge's face froze, and he hurriedly checked his balance.

730,000.

All gained from the awe and shock harvested at the auction earlier with a single copper coin.

Still 270,000 short.

His gaze slowly swept over that pile of "trash" on the floor, his eyes filled with struggle and heartache.

A moment later, he gritted his teeth and stomped his foot.

"System! Convert some of the treasures!"

Su Changge began his "painful sacrifice" session.

He picked up a gaudily styled ancient sword that clearly required massive amounts of Spiritual Qi to activate; to him, at Qi Refining First Layer, this thing was no different from a fire poker.

"Convert!"

[Conversion successful, gained 50,000 emotion points...]

He picked up another piece of fire-attribute divine iron that radiated intense heat; it was incompatible with the Cultivation Technique he was practicing.

"My heart hurts... Convert!"

[Conversion successful, gained 80,000 emotion points...]

After converting more than a dozen treasures he couldn't use, or rather, couldn't use at all, the balance of emotion points finally crossed the one-million mark.

"Open personal storage space!"

[Personal storage space opened, size: one cubic meter.]

Su Changge looked at the pitifully small transparent cube in front of him, which could probably only hold two bags of rice, and cried.

He really cried.

"I traded over a dozen supreme treasures for this thing?!"

He had no choice but to continue converting through his tears.

In the end, he tearfully turned most of the treasures into cold numbers, keeping only the enlightenment stone, the Nine-Turn Soul-Returning Pill, a few protective dharma robes, and a life-saving jade pendant, stuffing them into that pitiful one-cubic-meter space.

Looking at the emotion point balance that had skyrocketed to three million in his account, Su Changge's bleeding heart finally found a sliver of comfort.

"I'm rich! Next time I can change to a cooler special effect, like a golden wheel of Karma descending from the sky or something!"

Just as he was happily fantasizing, an extremely respectful knock sounded at the door.

"Senior, Junior Mo Wentian requests an audience."

Su Changge instantly put away all expressions, straightened his back, and his temperament suddenly became ethereal, as if he had merged with the world.

He said faintly: "Come in."

Mo Wentian pushed the door and entered, his face unprecedentedly grave.

He didn't even have time for pleasantries; upon entering, he bowed ninety degrees, his tone urgent as fire.

"Senior! Junior just received a secret report!"

"The Primeval Imperial Clan has gone crazy! The Imperial Lord has moved personally and set up the 'Nine Dragon Sky-Locking Formation' outside the city that covers the sky and earth!"

"And... there are several unknown forces secretly stirring, they have come with malicious intent!"

Su Changge's heart skipped a beat, and he almost jumped out of his chair.

Damn!

This fast?! The Imperial Lord came personally? How is this still playable?!

On the surface, however, he slowly picked up his teacup, gently skimmed the foam with the lid, and even observed the way the tea leaves unfolded in the water with interest.

He didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, spitting out four words.

"Ants shaking a tree."

Mo Wentian looked at the Senior's immortal posture, completely unperturbed even if Mount Tai collapsed before him, and his hanging heart settled slightly, but he still couldn't help but remind him.

"Senior, that Primeval Imperial Lord is..."

Su Changge finally put down the teacup, lifted his eyes, and looked at him calmly.

"So what?"

Just one look.

Mo Wentian felt as if he were being watched by the entire Dao of heaven and earth, and all remaining words were instantly crushed in his throat.

That's right.

To this supreme existence before him, who could casually bestow even a "great dao mother coin", what did a mere Primeval Imperial Lord count for?

He was truly overthinking it.

He was just about to tactfully take his leave, when he heard Su Changge's indifferent voice ring out again.

"Central Province City... besides the main road, are there other exits?"

Mo Wentian was stunned.

What did Senior mean by this?

Could it be... Senior thinks these ants are too scattered, is too lazy to crush them one by one, and wants to lure them to one place to wipe them all out?!

He didn't dare to think too deeply; the more he thought, the more his scalp tingled, and he hurriedly replied respectfully.

"Yes! There is an ancient road south of the city that has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, which leads directly to the perilous 100,000 Great Mountains, but..."

"But what?"

"But that ancient road has long been occupied by Yao Beasts, and it is said that great Yao dwell in the depths, comparable to Holy Lords—it is extremely dangerous!"

Su Changge cursed in his heart. Dangerous? Can it be more dangerous than being beaten by the Imperial Lord and a group of old monsters?!

He nodded gently, his tone without a ripple.

"Understood, you may withdraw."

"Yes, Senior."

Mo Wentian respectfully withdrew. After closing the door, he was trembling with excitement, his face full of worship.

Senior asked about that dead end; he must be planning to use a counter-strategy to lure the Primeval Imperial Clan and all the petty thieves into the natural graveyard of the 100,000 Great Mountains!

Brilliant!

Truly brilliant!

And inside the room, Su Changge was already pressed against the door panel, screaming frantically in his heart with all his might:

"System! Hurry! Immediately! Right now! Plan the best route for me to escape from that ancient road! I need the fastest! The safest one!"