"Let me see just how much of a fortune Senior Qing Xuan Tian left behind."
After paying his respects, Chu Feng stepped through the first gate — the Gate of Wealth.
The Gate of Wealth was also a special pocket dimension. Though it was called a pocket dimension, it was hardly small — it was as large as a palace, spacious enough to hold tens of thousands of people. And yet within such a vast space, treasures were piled up so densely there was scarcely room to move.
"As expected of the Gate of Wealth. Such a fortune — it'd be impossible not to be amazed."
Looking at those treasures, even Chu Feng, who considered himself well-traveled, couldn't help but gape in astonishment, buzzing with excitement.
Treasures blanketed the floor in staggering abundance, gleaming with brilliant light, and they encompassed practically everything imaginable.
Materials for alchemy, materials for forging weapons, materials for laying formations.
Things to eat, things to play with, things to collect.
Semi-Emperor Armaments went without saying, but even Emperor Armaments — treasures so exceedingly rare across the Martial Sacred Continent that they were nearly extinct — here there were a full twenty-three of them. And each one radiated a rich aura of antiquity. As for quality, not a single one was inferior to Chu Feng's Coiling Dragon Wrath Blade. Every last one was among the finest of Emperor Armaments.
If even Emperor Armaments were here, then Semi-Emperor Armaments were beyond counting, each one a masterpiece.
In short, every rare and wondrous treasure Chu Feng had ever seen was present, and so were treasures he had never seen. There were even several Golden Flashing Birds — creatures so vanishingly rare on the Martial Sacred Continent that they teetered on the edge of extinction — alive and fluttering about inside barrier cages.
Seeing those lively little birds trapped within their barrier prisons, Chu Feng felt a fresh twinge of curiosity. After so many years, there had been no food inside these cages at all. How had these creatures survived? Had they, like cultivators, grown beyond the need to sustain themselves with food?
Curiosity aside, Chu Feng showed no mercy — he swept up every last treasure in the Gate of Wealth and stowed them all away. Though many of these items were of no use to him personally, they would be invaluable to others. Not a single one should go to waste.
Once Chu Feng had collected every treasure from the Gate of Wealth, everything around him began to dissolve into wisps of golden gas, which then dissipated into nothing. And Chu Feng found himself standing once more inside the Emperor's Treasury.
He looked around. The Gates of Martial Techniques, Weapons, and Cultivation were all still present, but the Gate of Wealth he had just entered had vanished.
This was clearly a mechanism Qing Xuan Tian had deliberately set in place — once the contents of a gate were claimed, the gate itself would disappear along with them.
"Senior Qing Xuan Tian, the fortune you left behind — even the Ancient Elves couldn't match it."
Despite the Gate of Wealth having vanished, Chu Feng touched the fully packed Universe Bag at his waist, and a broad smile lingered on his lips. This harvest had been enormous.
"Now then, let me see what kind of martial techniques Senior Qing Xuan Tian left behind."
Having claimed the treasures from the Gate of Wealth, Chu Feng's anticipation for the Gate of Martial Techniques only deepened. After all, for a cultivator, wealth was ultimately something external — but a mastered martial technique was one's own ability, something no one could ever take away.
From what the formation left by Qing Xuan Tian had indicated, once he stepped through the Gate of Martial Techniques, the techniques would be forcibly fused into his body. Whether Chu Feng wanted to learn them or not, there would be no refusing. And as long as he could endure the process, he would gain mastery over them directly.
Hummmm—
The moment Chu Feng stepped through the Gate of Martial Techniques, a torrent of immense energy surged into his mind. Even with his exceptional endurance, for an instant he felt as though his skull was about to explode.
Chu Feng had endured every agony imaginable — the pain of having his body shattered, something he could withstand. But this headache was beyond what he could bear, and he began to howl ceaselessly.
Then again, this was Chu Feng. Anyone else, even the Elven King, might not have survived it — because this trial demanded not only a sufficient level of cultivation, but also formidable Mental Power.
Fortunately, Chu Feng held on. When the energy that had crashed against his mind like a tidal wave from every direction finally subsided, his face was drenched in sweat.
He wiped the sweat from his face, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. He knew that his suffering had come to an end.
For within his mind now, the methods for wielding several new martial techniques had appeared.
These techniques were all forbidden martial techniques — eighteen Earth Forbidden Techniques and eight Heaven Forbidden Techniques.