162: Chapter 162 When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down; the joy of eating the leftovers.

Gu Yan took off the soul-shattering knuckles and tossed them into his storage ring. The crisp sound of metal colliding echoed in the quiet ward, forming a stark contrast to the distant rumbling coming from outside the window.

"Elder Su Ming, since we are raiding, let's do it thoroughly."

Gu Yan pulled a blood-stained Jade Slip from his bosom; it was the "treasure map" he had previously interrogated out of Lin Zixuan's Divine Soul. He injected a trace of Spiritual Qi into his fingertips, and the Jade Slip projected a three-dimensional holographic image of Qingyun Peak, densely marked with over a dozen red dots.

"The Lin Family has operated in the Sect for over a hundred years; the warehouse on the surface is just a front."

Gu Yan pointed his finger at a rockery in the hologram, his tone flat: "Tell the brothers in the Law Enforcement Hall, don't just focus on moving gold and silver trinkets. Three zhang beneath this rockery, there is a secret chamber built with 'Spirit-Insulating Stones'. The resources Lin Canghai prepared for his own Core Formation are hidden inside."

Elder Su Ming looked at the map, which was detailed to an outrageous degree, and his eyelids twitched.

"You brat, you've stripped the Lin Family down to their underpants."

Elder Su Ming took a swig of wine, but his eyes were filled with excitement: "Don't worry, the Law Enforcement Hall has been poor for so many years. Since we've opened for business this time, we won't even leave them a single floor tile. I'll send a message to the site right now."

Qingyun Peak, main residence of the Lin Family.

The once bustling, prestigious mansion had now turned into a noisy construction site.

"Boom!"

A Law Enforcement Hall deacon swung a giant hammer, smashing the white jade archway that symbolized the Lin Family's prestige. Fragments of stone splashed, kicking up clouds of dust.

No one felt pity. The hundreds of Disciples watching from the sidelines were even cheering.

"Dig for me!"

Liu Meng, the deacon of the Law Enforcement Hall in charge of the team (who had previously been injured by Gu Yan, but had now recovered and become the vanguard), had bloodshot eyes as he commanded his subordinates: "Elder Gu said there is treasure under the rockery! Use all your strength!"

Over a dozen Magical Artifacts slammed into the rockery simultaneously.

The rocks crumbled, revealing a pitch-black hole underneath.

A thick wave of Spiritual Qi surged out instantly, even forming colorful rays of light in the air.

"Holy shit! It's real!"

Liu Meng was overjoyed and led the charge inside.

Before long, crates of perfectly sealed spirit materials and jade boxes were moved out, piling up like a small mountain in the plaza.

On the periphery, several Clan Chiefs of small families that had originally been attached to the Lin Family were watching this scene eagerly, anxious as ants on a hot pot.

"This... these are all assets of the Lin Family. By rights, we should have a share..."

A short, fat Cultivator rubbed his hands together, trying to squeeze in, but was blocked by two crossed halberds.

"Get lost!"

The guarding Law Enforcement Disciple was expressionless, even pushing the halberd in his hand forward by half an inch, the blade cutting through the fat man's robe: "By the Sect Master's decree, the Lin Family has colluded with the Demonic Path, and all assets are to be confiscated. Anyone who dares to reach out is an accomplice!"

"I'm here to help with the inventory... I am..." The fat man was still quibbling.

Pfft.

A burst of energy struck the ground at his feet, leaving a deep pit.

"If you talk nonsense again, I'll send you to the Fallen Demon Valley to accompany Lin Canghai."

Liu Meng walked out holding a crate full of Top-Grade Spirit Stones and kicked the fat man in the stomach, sending him rolling like a gourd: "When the Lin Family was eating meat, I didn't see you sharing with others. Now you want to come and carve up the corpse? Why don't you take a piss and look at your own reflection to see if you're worthy!"

Medicine King Peak ward.

A water mirror floated in mid-air, broadcasting the "demolition" of Qingyun Peak in real-time.

Gu Yan leaned against the head of the bed, peeling a spirit fruit in his hand, and nodded with satisfaction as he watched Liu Meng's bandit-like approach.

"It seems I don't need to do it myself."

"That goes without saying." Elder Su Ming watched the crates being continuously moved out in the water mirror, grinning from ear to ear, "Now the entire Sect can't wait to bite a piece of meat off the Lin Family. Those who were bullied by the Lin Family in the past are now stepping on them the hardest."

This is what it means when the wall falls, everyone pushes.

"By the way."

Elder Su Ming took a dusty Storage Pouch out of his sleeve and placed it on the bedside table: "This was picked out from that batch of goods. According to your requirements, any Body Refining medicinal herbs over five hundred years old, as well as those strange Ores, have all been left for you."

Gu Yan picked up the Storage Pouch and scanned it with his Divine Sense.

[Ding! High-value supplies detected.]

[Items: Dragon Blood Grass x3, Star Sand x5 jin, Red Flame Refined Copper x10 pieces...]

[Estimated value: 80,000 Mid-Grade Spirit Stones.]

[System evaluation: This haul is fat. Host, shouldn't we consider upgrading the soul-shattering knuckles? Add some Star Sand into it, and the hardness can double.]

"Thanks."

Gu Yan put away the Storage Pouch, pulled a bottle of century-old "Tiger Bone Wine" from inside, and tossed it to Elder Su Ming: "A vintage from the Lin Family's cellar, said to be able to boost male virility. Want to taste it, Elder Su Ming?"

"Go to hell!"

Elder Su Ming laughingly caught the wine bottle, pulled out the stopper, and took a sniff; his eyes lit up instantly: "Good stuff! That old bastard hid it deep!"

Just then, the door to the ward was knocked.

A Law Enforcement Hall Disciple hurried in, looking somewhat flustered: "Elder, Elder Gu... something has happened."

"What's the panic?" Elder Su Ming glared at him.

"It's... it's the people from Wan Jian Peak."

The Disciple wiped the sweat from his forehead: "That 'Little Sword God' Ye Gucheng has brought people to block the entrance of Qingyun Peak. He says... he says that although the Lin Family has fallen, this Qingyun Peak is the hub of the Sect's Spiritual Vein. The Law Enforcement Hall has no right to monopolize it, and he wants to... take over a portion of it."

"Take over?"

Gu Yan flicked the fruit pit in his hand, and it landed accurately in the trash can in the corner, making a crisp sound.

"He wants to come and pick the peaches, doesn't he."

With the Lin Family gone, that Qingyun Peak has become ownerless land. The spirit fields, herb gardens, and Spiritual Vein on it are all ready-made resources. Little Sword God Ye Gucheng must be jealous because he thinks the Law Enforcement Hall is eating too well.

"How many people did he bring?" Elder Su Ming's face darkened, and he slammed the wine bottle heavily on the table.

"Over thirty True Disciples, and... two Peak Masters at the Golden Core Stage are holding the line."

"Too much bullying!" Elder Su Ming stood up, ready to rush out.

"Sit down."

Gu Yan's voice was not loud, but it carried an inexplicable deterrent force.

He got off the bed and tidied his collar in a leisurely manner. Although he was still wearing a hospital gown, the Killing Intent that permeated from his bones made the reporting Disciple subconsciously lower his head.

"Trying to rob me?"

Gu Yan walked to the water mirror and looked at the young man in the image—dressed in white, with a long sword on his back, standing at the entrance of Qingyun Peak and acting bossy.

"Elder Su Ming, please continue drinking."

Gu Yan reached out and tapped the water mirror, and the image shattered.

"Tell Liu Meng, don't stop him."

"Let him in."

Gu Yan turned around, no smile on his lips, only cold calculation: "The control center for that protective Formation of the Lin Family has already been modified by Jiang Wanrou. Since someone wants to go in and be a turtle in a jar, then we shall oblige him."

"But..." Elder Su Ming hesitated, "That is Little Sword God Ye Gucheng after all, the Sect Master's own nephew."

"In the face of the Sect's rules, even a nephew has to wait in line."

Gu Yan picked up the voice transmission Jade Slip on the table and injected a trace of Spiritual Qi:

"Jiang Wanrou, the guests have entered the door. Is the tea ready?"

Jiang Wanrou's cold voice came from the other side of the Jade Slip, accompanied by the humming of the Formation in operation:

"Don't worry. A special 'Soul-Confusing Formation' combined with a 'Qi-Draining Formation' is enough to make this Little Sword God have a bad time."

Gu Yan put down the Jade Slip, lay back on the bed, and pulled the quilt up to cover himself.

"Alright, keep the music playing, keep the dance going."

"When they have been skinned by the Formation and are crying and begging to come out, we will go and collect the 'toll'."