210: Chapter 210 Looting the Treasure Vault: The Assassin Organization is Really Rich!

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the once eerie and terrifying assassin's den had now turned into a silent wasteland of scorched earth.

The Xu Family Imperial Guards were skillfully cleaning up the battlefield, finishing off survivors, searching corpses, and collecting storage rings. Their movements were coordinated and systematic; clearly, this "murder and arson for profit" business wasn't their first rodeo.

"Young Master! We found it!"

The Great Elder rushed out from the underground ruins, his face flushed with excitement, clutching a half-dead deacon in black. "This fellow talked! The treasury entrance is directly beneath the main hall!"

"Oh?"

Xu Chen's interest was piqued. "Lead the way."

The group passed through the ruins and arrived at a hidden stone door underground.

Complex formation patterns were carved onto the stone door, but to a ruthless man like Xu Chen, who could stomp through a sect-protecting array, a defense of this level was practically non-existent.

"Open!"

With a casual wave of Xu Chen's hand, the Hongmeng Purple Qi transformed into a giant hand, forcibly ripping off the ten-thousand-jin Profound Iron stone door.

*Rumble—*

The stone door collapsed, and a burst of spiritual energy so thick it was almost solid rushed toward them, even forming a visible spiritual mist in the air.

*Hiss—!*

After seeing the scene inside, even the Great Elder, who was used to grand spectacles, couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

Within this massive underground space, piles of Top-Grade Spirit Stones were stacked like small mountains.

Countless rare spirit herbs and divine materials were placed haphazardly on shelves. Weapons of various grades emitted a chilling glow, and there were even several damaged Saint Weapons tossed into the corner like scrap metal.

Most shocking of all, in the center of the hall stood a massive pool made of pure gold. It wasn't filled with water, but... "Heavenly Spirit Liquid"!

This was a top-tier spiritual liquid that could directly increase cultivation with zero side effects. A single drop was worth a fortune, yet there was an entire pool of it here!

"Good heavens..."

The Great Elder's eyes were fixed, and envious tears practically threatened to leak from the corners of his mouth. "Just how many heinous crimes did these assassins commit? This fortune is almost equal to our Xu Family's total annual income!"

"Murder and arson have always been highly profitable businesses with zero overhead."

Xu Chen was much more composed, casually picking up a Top-Grade Spirit Stone to toy with. "The Heavenly Court has stood in the Central Region for tens of thousands of years and has taken on so many assassination missions. It would be strange if they didn't have some wealth stored up."

"Move it! Move it all for me!"

The Great Elder waved his hand, directing the other elders to start packing frantically. "Don't even leave the floor tiles! These tiles seem to be paved with 'Black Gold Rock,' which is also a great material for weapon forging!"

Watching that group of usually dignified family elders transform into "locusts," Xu Chen shook his head helplessly.

He ignored those mundane items and walked straight toward the deepest part of the treasury.

Relying on the keen perception of his Hongmeng Body, he could sense an extremely faint yet sharp aura hidden there.

"Young Master, what are you looking for?"

Mo Han followed closely behind him, scanning the surroundings alertly.

"Looking for something good."

Xu Chen stopped before an inconspicuous black stone platform. On the platform sat a jade box sealed with multiple layers; the sharp aura was emanating from right here.

"Break!"

With a flick of Xu Chen's finger, the Hongmeng Purple Qi instantly dispersed the seals.

"Click."

The jade box opened.

Inside lay a pair of black gloves as thin as a cicada's wing.

It was unknown what material the gloves were made of. They looked thin and light, yet they emitted a heart-palpitating devouring force, as if even light hitting them would be silently swallowed.

"This is..."

Mo Han's pupils constricted sharply, and her breathing became rapid. "'Shadowflow'?! The legendary personal Imperial Weapon of the Heavenly Court's First King of Assassins?!"

"You have a good eye."

Xu Chen picked up the gloves. They felt cold and slick, like touching the skin of some ferocious beast. "While this isn't an offensive Imperial Weapon, it can perfectly isolate one's aura and... ignore the defensive shields of a Saint."

"Combined with your Shadow Body and the 'Starfall' dagger, it's like adding wings to a tiger."

As he spoke, he grabbed Mo Han's hand and placed the gloves on her with unquestionable authority.

Miraculously, as soon as the gloves touched Mo Han's skin, they automatically contracted, fitting her palms perfectly before gradually fading away, as if merging into her skin.

Mo Han clenched her fists, feeling her hands surge with power. That sensation of merging with the Shadow Laws left her somewhat intoxicated.

"Young Master..."

Mo Han looked up, her clear eyes filled with emotion and adoration.

First an Imperial Weapon dagger, and now a legendary Imperial Weapon glove.

The Young Master was truly good to her beyond measure.

"Don't look at me like that."

Xu Chen felt a bit uneasy under her intense gaze and gave a dry cough. "I'm just afraid you'll get hurt the next time you face a strong enemy. After all... you are now this Young Master's private property. If you get broken, I'll be heartbroken."

"Mhm!"

Mo Han nodded heavily, swearing in her heart: From now on, her life belonged to the Young Master.

"Young Master! It's all cleared out!"

At that moment, the Great Elder ran over panting. Although he was sweating profusely, the smile on his face was irrepressible. "We've struck it rich this time! There are over three hundred million Top-Grade Spirit Stones alone, not to mention that pool of Heavenly Spirit Liquid... When we return, those little brats in the family will be in luck!"

"Then let's go."

Xu Chen glanced at the treasury, which had been stripped bare—not even a single hair remained—and nodded with satisfaction.

"Heavenly Court... this is only the beginning."

He turned around, his gaze piercing through the layers of rock walls toward the distant Central Region.

"This time it was a branch; next time... it will be your headquarters."

"Return to the clan!"

...

Nine void warships, laden with spoils, ascended once more. Carrying the joy of victory and staggering wealth, they left the ruins of Duanhun Valley in a grand procession.

Leaving behind only a massive crater and countless legends about how "Imperial Clans must not be insulted," which spread across the lands of the Eastern Desolation.