415: Chapter 415 The Secret to Wealth Across Myriad Realms! The Grand Elder Got Crazy Doing the Accounts

The next morning.

The perennial haze of the Myriad Realms Battlefield was finally swept away completely. Golden sunlight spilled onto the blood-soaked plains, coating this ancient battlefield in a layer of newborn radiance.

The joint camp of the God and Nether Races had now been completely taken over by the Xu Family's Pojun Imperial Guards.

This camp occupied the most central dragon vein of the Myriad Realms Battlefield. Not only was its defensive Formation as solid as a wall of bronze and iron, but its interior also hid the allied forces' treasury, which the God Lord and the Nether Emperor had plundered for countless eons.

At this moment, in front of the treasury's hundred-zhang-tall bronze gates.

The Grand Elder wore a worn-out gray robe, his hand tightly clutching the golden abacus that had accompanied him for thousands of years. His wrinkled old face was flushed red with extreme excitement, and even his graying beard was trembling slightly.

“Young Lord, this... all of this is really for this old man to inventory?”

The Grand Elder looked at the slowly opening bronze gates, which emitted a piercing light, and his voice stuttered as he spoke.

Xu Chen stood to the side, watching the Grand Elder's undignified appearance, and couldn't help but chuckle.

“If not you, then who else? In our entire Xu Family, when it comes to accounting skills, if that girl Shang Qingdai is second, only you, old senior, would dare claim to be first.”

Hearing Xu Chen's praise, the Grand Elder puffed out his narrow chest.

“The Young Lord overpraises me. This old man only has this one hobby in this life.”

The Grand Elder took a deep breath, suppressing the excitement in his heart, and cautiously stepped into the now fully opened bronze gates.

Inside the gates was a Small World forcibly expanded by the Law of Space.

And within this Small World...

Top-Grade Spirit Stones were piled as high as mountains, emitting Spiritual Qi so dense it almost turned into liquid and dripped down.

Beside the mountain of Spirit Stones was a mountain range formed from piles of pure divine gold and immortal materials.

These Heaven And Earth Treasures, which could cause Saint realm experts to fight to the death even for a piece the size of a fingernail in the outside world, were piled haphazardly here like common scrap metal.

Further away, on rows of countless jade shelves, were sealed Divine Herbs, ancient Cultivation Technique Jade Slips, and fragments of Emperor Weapons emitting terrifying fluctuations.

These were the entire foundations accumulated by the God and Nether Races, who had ruled the Myriad Realms Battlefield for a hundred thousand years!

The Grand Elder stood at the entrance of the treasury, his old eyes wide with shock.

He had managed the Xu Family's accounts for over a thousand years and was someone who had seen the world. But the wealth before him, as vast as a continental plate, completely exceeded the calculation limits of his golden abacus.

“This... is this Nine-Colored Divine Gold? Such a large piece?!”

“Good heavens, is this the Primordial Soul-Nurturing Wood that has been extinct for thirty thousand years? It's actually being used as a footstool?!”

“What a waste of natural resources! These damned barbarians don't understand the first thing about increasing income and reducing expenditure!”

The Grand Elder scurried around the treasury like a madman. He grabbed a handful of divine gold with his left hand and touched a Divine Herb with his right, the green light in his eyes even more unsettling than that of ghost wolves that hadn't eaten for ten days.

“Click-clack—”

The golden abacus in his hand was flicked so rapidly it sounded like a torrential downpour.

As the Grand Elder calculated, he muttered to himself, the flush on his face deepening and his breathing becoming increasingly rapid.

“These accounts... these accounts can't be calculated... We're rich... My Xu Family... will unify the heavens... We've struck it rich...”

When he calculated the value of the tenth mountain of divine gold...

The Grand Elder's hands suddenly froze in mid-air. His eyes rolled back, a strange “cluck” sound escaped his throat, and he fell straight backward.

“Grand Elder!”

The several Pojun Imperial Guards commanders following behind as escorts were startled and rushed forward, scrambling to help the Grand Elder up.

“Quick! Press his philtrum! The Grand Elder is over-excited, he couldn't catch his breath and fainted!” one commander directed skillfully. Apparently, this wasn't the first time the Grand Elder had fainted from accounting, but this time the scale was truly massive.

Standing at the treasury entrance, Xu Chen watched the Grand Elder, who had finally woken up after his subordinates pressed his philtrum, and shook his head helplessly, laughing as he scolded:

“Grand Elder, take it easy. The treasury is right here; it's not going anywhere. If you really pass out for good from calculating accounts, my father will surely skin me alive when I get back.”

The Grand Elder caught his breath, pushed away the commanders supporting him, and stood up shakily, clutching his golden abacus tightly.

“Don't worry, Young Lord... this old man's old bones... can still calculate for another few tens of thousands of years!” The Grand Elder wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his eyes still glued to the divine gold and immortal materials.

Xu Chen stepped forward and patted the Grand Elder on the shoulder.

“Alright, you can take your time with these inanimate objects. I'm going to give you a proper task now.”

Xu Chen's gaze swept over the area of top-tier Divine Herbs at the very back, which were sealed by layers of Formations.

“Go and pick out all the ten-thousand-year-old Divine Herbs that are best for nourishing the soul, strengthening the foundation, and are most suitable for pregnant women to stabilize their pregnancies.”

Xu Chen's tone became serious. The images of his confidantes back in the Xu Family's Di Prefecture harem, who were peacefully resting to bear his children, appeared in his mind.

These women were the foundations Xu Chen cherished most in this peril-filled cultivation world.

“Pick out the best ones and immediately arrange for the fastest Void Emperor Ship, send the most elite guards, and deliver them back to the Xu Family's Di Prefecture overnight.”

Xu Chen looked at the Grand Elder, a domineering and protective curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

“Tell them that This Young Master has conquered the Myriad Realms of the Heavens. These good things are gifts for the little ones in their bellies.”

“Rest assured, Young Lord.”

The Grand Elder solemnly hung the golden abacus at his waist and patted his chest in guarantee:

“Even if I don't sleep, I will pick out the top-tier pregnancy-stabilizing Divine Herbs in this treasury for you! I guarantee that the Young Mistress and the Little Young Masters won't suffer even the slightest grievance!”

Xu Chen nodded in satisfaction.