The decisive, murderous aura that Shen Lang casually revealed made even an old hand like Ying Huo’s blood boil with excitement!

After spending the last few months with Shen Lang, he had come to understand his temperament quite well.

He knew the young man held countless secrets, was demonically cunning, and left no loose ends.

He possessed innumerable treasures coveted even by Emperor Martial Realm powerhouses, yet he was never arrogant. On the contrary, he always acted with caution, planning every step.

Even the group of King Martial Realm Elder Ancestors from the Five Sects treated him with a mixture of reverence and fear.

But his caution did not mean he was timid or afraid of trouble.

In the battle at Wuling Creek, he had single-handedly slaughtered dozens of Xuanwu Realm powerhouses and a large group of Spirit Martial Realm Martial Artists. Although Ying Huo hadn’t seen it, he could easily imagine the scene of blood and carnage, with bodies strewn everywhere.

Even now, the Beast Emperor Palace, far away in Yunfeng Country, didn’t even know who their enemy was.

Yet with a single sentence, Shen Lang had already signed their death warrant.

He didn’t even need to deploy the War Wolf unit or ask the Elder Ancestors to intervene; he could easily annihilate anyone the Beast Emperor Palace sent.

Imagining an influence no weaker than the Profound Dao Sect being annihilated at his hands at any moment, Ying Huo found it difficult to contain himself.

’This is what it means to be a true powerhouse in the eyes of so many!’

A soaring battle intent, dominance over the four seas!

To offend our celestial might is to be hunted down and executed, no matter the distance!

Just as Ying Huo’s heart was surging with emotion, someone inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron suddenly looked up and asked, "Sir, what exactly is our mission this time?"

The voice belonged to the same man who, under Shen Lang’s guidance, had scared Ying Huo away with a single sword strike that day.

Tie Feng, a Purple-clothed Guard from the Mahayana Sect.

"How dare you, Tie Feng!" Ying Huo chided. "The Sir’s business is naturally top secret. Is that something you’re allowed to ask?"

Shen Lang waved it off. "This batch of Profound Level Fifth Grade Armor and this huge pile of Top Grade Elixir Pills for enhancing and consolidating cultivation have nearly bankrupted the Five Great Sects in a short time. If we don’t go get some money, many things will have to stop."

"You need to understand, the Inner Armor you’re wearing requires a large amount of Spirit Stones. The Magical Treasure Secret Artifacts and even the Talismans in your hands, along with the various High Grade Elixir Pills you consume, also require Spirit Stones to purchase the raw materials to create them."

"The few Teleportation Gates we’ve just set up for the Five Great Sects have already consumed a massive amount of Middle Grade Spirit Stones. If I hadn’t insisted, those old geezers would have been very reluctant."

"Spirit Stones aren’t everything, but you can’t do anything without them. We’re going out now to find Spirit Stones."

As soon as he said this, the group inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron was stunned.

Just the eleven of them, going to find Spirit Stones?

Where would they go?

How would they find them?

’This Sir is always so secretive and impossible to figure out!’

He was talking about solving the current predicament of the Five Great Sects, not the amount of Spirit Stones needed by just one or two Martial Artists!

If it were just for one or two people, it would be much simpler. A group could go out, join forces to slay a bunch of High Tier Demon Beasts, and earn a tidy sum.

But to fill the financial hole of the nearly bankrupt Five Great Sects, it would be impossible with just these few people, even if each of them had three heads and six arms...

Even the group of King Martial Realm Elder Ancestors currently in the Profound Dao Sect’s forbidden grounds would probably be helpless in this situation, right?

Otherwise, when Shen Lang brought it up before, why would they have acted as bashful as brides on their wedding day?

"Get some money... Where are we going to get it? Is the Sir planning to rob from the rich to give to the poor? Wow, that sounds like fun!" Tie Feng cheered.

Shen Lang rolled his eyes. "Robbing people is a good idea, but to get the amount of Spirit Stones we need now, even looting one or two Profound Iron Level Influences might not be enough. Tie Feng, why don’t you go rob the Holy Light Sect? While you’re at it, you can wipe out the Golden Embryo Sect too."

Tie Feng shrank back and didn’t dare say another word.

’Someone like him, at the Xuanwu Realm Third Heaven, robbing the Holy Light Sect? Isn’t that the biggest joke in the world?’

’He’d probably be annihilated into dust before he even made it through the Mountain Gate.’

The group inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron looked at each other, growing more and more bewildered.

Just this handful of people, coming out with no preparations at all.

And they were supposed to replenish the finances of five Profound Iron Level Sects. What kind of feat would that require?

Everyone’s head was starting to ache. They felt their imaginations were far too limited; they simply couldn’t conceive of any possibility.

It seemed more difficult than waiting for pies to fall from the sky.

Just then, Shen Lang’s voice echoed inside the Heaven-Sealing Cauldron again. "Actually, pulling this off is quite simple. You’ll find out later. For now, we’re going to Celestial Palace City to gather some raw materials. We’re going to pull off a big one this time."

"’Quite simple?’" This time, even Ying Huo was incredulous.

"’Pull off a big one? Does the Sir really intend to go robbing people? No, that’s not right. Even if we robbed the Holy Light Sect, it wouldn’t be enough, let alone with just a few of us...’" Tie Feng scratched his head, more confused than ever.

But regardless of their disbelief or confusion, if this group could really solve the problem in a single trip... that would be a truly thrilling and exhilarating prospect!

Shen Lang first went to Heaven-Reaching Peak and found the Elder in charge of Spirit Beasts.

When the two Elders saw Shen Lang arrive in person, they were immensely flattered.

Although they weren’t involved in the Sect’s affairs concerning Shen Lang, they had vaguely heard about his relationship with the four Elder Ancestors and knew this young man was extraordinary.

"Martial Nephew, what a rare guest! This old man was just thinking of finding time to visit you and Junior Brother Wang, and here you are. It seems my old intuition is still quite sharp, haha!"

"Exactly, exactly! Back in the day, Junior Brother Wang Dashu and we were like brothers. We haven’t seen each other in quite a while; we’ve been missing him terribly."

These two old sly foxes were more slick and worldly than the other.

They had just seen Wang Dashu three days ago, but to hear them talk, you’d think it had been decades.

Shen Lang returned their greeting with a light chuckle. "You’re too kind, Martial Uncles. I’ve come to get a batch of Red Ice Ants."

"Red Ice Ants?" The two old men froze, then simultaneously turned to Shen Lang with long, mournful faces.

These Red Ice Ants were a strange type of ant that selectively devoured toxins. They were slightly larger than ordinary ants, their bodies shimmering like silver, and they were essential for every major sect.

Their greatest use was for refining and screening ore.

Every sect controlled its own mineral veins, and as long as the ore wasn’t exceptionally hard, these Red Ice Ants were used during the washing and refining process after mining to clean away impurities from the rock.

They were a necessity for all the major sects.

However, they were extremely difficult to raise. They loved to eat Spirit Stones or various ores, making their upkeep incredibly expensive.

If not fed to their fill, they would play dead and refuse to move, acting like little overlords.

Therefore, most sects couldn’t afford to raise many. They kept just enough for their needs, raising a number of Red Ice Ants proportional to the number of mineral veins they had.

Now Shen Lang had come and, right off the bat, asked to take away a batch of Red Ice Ants. What would the Profound Dao Sect do about its mineral veins?

And to make matters worse, Shen Lang was not someone just anyone could afford to offend!

For a moment, both Elders were trapped in an awkward state, not knowing what to do.

"Hm?" Noticing the old men’s expressions, Shen Lang asked, a bit puzzled, "Could it be that you don’t have many Red Ice Ants here? Or are you two Martial Uncles simply unwilling to part with them?"

"Not at all, not at all! How could we be unwilling? If Martial Nephew needs them, how could we refuse?" one Elder hurriedly explained. "It’s just that our numbers are truly limited, and in half a month, the ore from all our veins will be transported back for refining. We’re just afraid that..."

Shen Lang nodded. "I understand what you mean, Elders. However, I have a very important use for the Red Ice Ants this time. Give all of them to me. Then, go place an order at the Treasure Pavilion. Half a month is still enough time."

"A... All of them?" The two old men’s eyes bulged wide.

Taking a batch was already asking too much, but he wanted to take all of them?

’Even if you have a good relationship with the Elder Ancestor, you can’t be this willful, can you?’

’If you take all the Red Ice Ants, what about the ore being transported back to the Profound Dao Sect?’

’Place an order at the Treasure Pavilion?’

’Easy for you to say! Do you think they’re free?’

’Such a large batch of Red Ice Ants costs a huge amount of Spirit Stones!’

’If we reported this expense to the Sect Leader, his vision would go black and he’d faint on the spot!’

Seeing the looks on their faces, Shen Lang was both exasperated and amused. He took out a purple token and slapped it on the table. "Enough nonsense. You’re giving them to me whether you want to or not! Stop dawdling!"

The two old men’s eyes lit up. One of them tremblingly picked up the token from the table, and with one look, his hand shook so violently he almost dropped it!

"The First Ancestor’s token... This... Even the Sect Leader doesn’t have one of these!"

Well, that settled it. They had no choice now.

And they had just offended such a powerful figure...

’Why didn’t you just show us a token like this from the start? You had to go and hide it.’

The two old men wailed internally.

"Alright, alright, what’s all the fuss about?" Shen Lang said, shaking his head repeatedly. "I’ll be going to the Treasure Pavilion in a bit and will order a new batch of Red Ice Ants for the Sect. The Sect won’t have to pay for it. I’m just in a hurry for them now and don’t want to wait half a month."

"Huh? You’ll order a batch? And the Sect doesn’t have to pay?" The two old men stared at Shen Lang in disbelief.

Such a large batch of Red Ice Ants would be astronomically expensive!

’And this kid says it so casually?’

’Damn it, if we’d known he was such a god of wealth, why did we even bother mentioning wanting to see that rascal Wang Dashu?’

’We should have just taken gifts straight to Songdu Peak!’

’No, the moment he leaves, we’ll head straight to Songdu Peak to find Wang Dashu. We have to build this connection... Even though I beat him up a few times back in the day, I’m sure he’s a magnanimous person...’

The two old men didn’t dare delay any longer. They immediately summoned a group of disciples to gather all of the Profound Dao Sect’s Red Ice Ants, place them into a Beast Escape Chapter, and hand it to Shen Lang.

Shen Lang put away the Beast Escape Chapter and swaggered out of the Profound Dao Sect, deliberately slowing his flight toward Celestial Palace City.

Just as he expected, four "tails" immediately started following him.

These four tails seemed to have learned a lesson from the two who were previously eliminated by Shen Lang, as they kept a great distance and acted with much more caution.

’So that scoundrel Qian Luo is really hell-bent on coming after me.’

Shen Lang sneered inwardly. With a few rises and falls among the mountain peaks, he shook off the four pursuers.

Then, the Ghost King accelerated, transforming into a streak of light and disappearing between the peaks.

By the time Qian Luo received the Sound Transmission Talisman at the Holy Light Sect and rushed over in a panic, Shen Lang had already been inside Celestial Palace City for a good while.

It sent Qian Luo into a towering rage.

"Son of a bitch! I’m going to camp here and wait for you if it’s the last thing I do!" he roared. "You four, go and guard the other three main gates of Celestial Palace City! The moment he appears, send me a Sound Transmission Talisman immediately!"

With a great wave of his hand, Qian Luo gave the order to his four disciples.

He then took up a position himself outside the South Gate of Celestial Palace City.

This time, he was determined to capture Shen Lang and subject him to death by a thousand cuts to vent the hatred in his heart!