222: Chapter 222 A Vast Treasure Trove

The first floor was bigger than he had imagined.

It was not just big, it was empty.

Chu Sheng stood at the entrance of the first floor, his eyes wide as copper bells.

Before him was a massive treasure vault, shimmering with gold and filled with overwhelming Spiritual Qi.

heaven rank magic treasures were lined up in rows, Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques were piled into mountains, and there were even a few items exuding terrifying auras that he dared not even guess the rank of.

In front of him, a shimmering golden book was inscribed with bold gold characters: Dragon-Phoenix Supreme Art, Heaven Rank top grade.

Chu Sheng swallowed hard.

A Heaven Rank top grade Cultivation Technique. In terms of Cultivation Techniques, the Taixu True Scripture was only a Heaven Rank High Grade, a tier below.

If he could get his hands on this Dragon-Phoenix Supreme Art, his combat power would definitely rise to a new level.

He reached out to grab it, but the Old Grandfather's voice exploded from the ring: "Wait! Don't touch it! This is an illusion!"

He frowned and looked closely again; the golden light dissipated, and the treasure vault collapsed.

Those heaven rank magic treasures and Earth Rank Cultivation Techniques shattered and dissipated like bubbles, revealing their true forms.

The ground was littered with things—not treasures, but junk.

The heaven rank magic treasures and peerless Cultivation Techniques that Chu Sheng had just seen had shattered like bubbles the moment he reached out.

In their place was a pile of trash.

He was clutching a yellowed book in his hand. It was no Dragon-Phoenix Supreme Art; the cover read "One Hundred Questions on Chicken Farming."

He opened the first page: "In the third month of spring, chicks should not drink cold water."

Chu Sheng's mouth twitched, and he threw the book back onto the ground.

As the book hit the ground, it kicked up a cloud of dust, making him cough twice.

There were a few more nearby.

"Quick Guide for Martial Artists," he opened the first page: "For a First Grade Martial Artist, running ten miles daily can strengthen the body."

He flipped the page; there was nothing else.

The whole book was just one page; the rest were blank sheets.

Chu Sheng threw the book away.

"Chronicles of Shulan Town, Tianfeng Kingdom," he opened the first page: "Mayor's Journal: First day of the first lunar month, ate braised spirit fish, tasted decent. A new pharmacy opened in the south of the town, Zhang's, the shopkeeper is a woman, she looks quite nice."

Second page: "Second day of the first lunar month, Shopkeeper Zhang from the south pharmacy gave me a box of ointment, my waist doesn't hurt after applying it."

Third page: "Third day of the first lunar month, went to the south pharmacy to return the favor, the shopkeeper wasn't there, her maid said she went to gather herbs."

Chu Sheng snapped the book shut and took a deep breath.

There was more on the ground.

A pile of withered spirit plants he couldn't name, dry as firewood, crunching when stepped on.

A set of dentures, who knows which unlucky Demon Race member it belonged to.

A stocking, from a Human Race female, left foot, worn through, reeking of a century-old foot odor.

Also half a comb, some rags, and a jar of pickles that had been sitting there who knows how long.

Chu Sheng stood in the middle of this pile of junk, silent for a long time, then said three words: "Are you sick?"

The Old Grandfather said from the ring: "Greed being able to pile trash so neatly is also a kind of skill."

Chu Sheng asked if he was praising him.

The Old Grandfather said he was comforting him.

Chu Sheng said he couldn't tell.

He stepped over the pile of junk and walked deeper.

The first floor was too big; he had been walking for nearly an hour.

Chu Sheng felt like he was walking in a giant landfill, and all this trash had been piled up by Greed himself.

A Demon Venerable, who had spent thousands of years scouring the world, locking the most valuable treasures on the upper floors and piling the most worthless trash on the first floor.

Making everyone who entered think they had found a treasure, only to reach out and grab a copy of "One Hundred Questions on Chicken Farming."

Chu Sheng shook his head.

This person had been dead for thousands of years and was still disgusting people.

As he was walking, a rustling sound came from the shadows on the side of the stone wall.

Chu Sheng stopped, summoning the zhu xian sword from his Dantian. Dark red patterns flowed across the ink-black sword body, and Sword Qi silently spread out, shrouding that patch of shadows.

"Who is it?" Chu Sheng asked.

There was silence in the shadows for a few breaths, then an old voice sounded: "Don't... don't kill me..."

A figure slowly walked out from the shadows.

He was as thin as a bamboo pole, with high cheekbones and sunken eye sockets, his turbid eyes filled with fear.

He had the cultivation of the True Transformation Realm Peak, but his aura was very weak, like an oil lamp about to burn out.

An old Demon Race member.

This was Chu Sheng's first judgment.

He had the unique aura of the Demon Race, but there was no killing intent, no hostility, only a shivering cowardice.

Chu Sheng did not put away his sword and asked: "Who are you? How long have you been here?"

The old Demon Race member raised his hand to cover his eyes, blocking the Sword Qi of the zhu xian sword.

He glanced at Chu Sheng, then lowered his head again, his voice trembling: "This old one... this old one doesn't know how long... A hundred years? Two hundred years? I can't remember..."

Chu Sheng frowned.

A hundred years? Lived in this first-floor junk pile for a hundred years?

The old Demon Race member spoke intermittently.

He was originally a Demon Race member of the Spirit Spring Realm, but he accidentally offended a High-grade Demon General of the Sea Opening Realm. Being hunted with nowhere to go, he fled into the Reverse Demon Tower.

At that time, he was still young, strong, and full of spirit.

He thought there were Opportunities and treasures in the tower that would allow him to soar into the sky and return to take revenge.

But when he came in, it was all trash.

He wanted to leave, but the door was already closed.

He circled the first floor countless times but couldn't find the way to the second floor.

When hungry, he ate the dried spirit plants that had been there for who knows how many years; when thirsty, he drank water that seeped from who knows where.

His cultivation fell from Spirit Spring to True Transformation Realm.

His hair turned white, his back hunched, and his teeth fell out.

He went from a spirited youth to an old man on the verge of death.

Chu Sheng was silent for a long time, then sheathed his sword.

He asked: "How do I get out? Do you want to leave?"

The old Demon Race member did not answer him but simply turned around and slowly walked back into the shadows.

After walking a few steps, he stopped and said something without looking back.

"Don't go deeper. There are things that eat people on the upper floors."

Then his figure disappeared into the darkness.

Chu Sheng stood in place, looking at that patch of shadows, silent for a long time.

He did not chase after him, nor did he say another word.

He turned and walked deeper into the first floor.

The old Demon Race member did not follow.

As Chu Sheng walked, he suddenly stopped.

He looked back; behind him was only endless darkness and scattered junk.

The old Demon Race member was no longer there.

The zhu xian sword vibrated gently at his waist.

As if reminding him.

Go.

Chu Sheng took a deep breath, turned his head, and stepped into the darkness.

He hadn't found the entrance to the second floor yet, but the old man had said "there are things that eat people on the upper floors."

He had already seen the Devilish Qi of Greed and Gluttony, and he guessed who that man-eating aura belonged to.

The Reverse Demon Tower above the sixth floor had been gnawed by Gluttony.

What about the seventh floor? The eighth floor? The ninth floor?

He dared not think about it.

But he had to go up.

Feng Wa was waiting for him, and Yu Rumeng was also waiting for him.

Chu Sheng quickened his pace.