"Let me see just how much wealth Senior Qingxuantian left behind."
After paying his respects, Chu Feng stepped through the first door — the Door of Wealth.
The Door of Wealth was also a special pocket space. Though called a pocket space, it was by no means small — it was as large as a palace, big enough to hold tens of thousands of people. And within this very space, treasures were piled so densely that they covered virtually every inch of ground.
"Truly worthy of being the Door of Wealth. This kind of fortune really is hard not to marvel at."
Looking at all those treasures, even Chu Feng — who considered himself well-versed in the wider world — couldn't help but gape in astonishment, his heart racing with excitement.
Treasures lay scattered everywhere, dazzling to the eye and shimmering with light. There was virtually everything one could imagine.
Materials for alchemy. Materials for weapon forging. Materials for formation arrays.
Things to eat, things to play with, things to collect.
Semi-finished Emperor Armaments were one thing, but even within the Martial Sacred Land — where Emperor Armaments were exceedingly rare — there were a full twenty-three here. Every single one radiated a rich, ancient aura, and as for their quality, not one was inferior to Chu Feng's Coiling Dragon's Rage Slash — every last one was a supreme-grade Emperor Armament.
If even Emperor Armaments were present in these numbers, then semi-finished Emperor Armaments were too numerous to count, and each one was of supreme quality.
In short, every rare and precious treasure Chu Feng had ever seen was here. Treasures he had never seen before were here as well. Even the Golden Flash Birds — which were extraordinarily rare in the Martial Sacred Land and on the verge of extinction — there were several of them here alive and well.
Seeing those lively Golden Flash Birds trapped within their barrier cages, Chu Feng felt a renewed flicker of curiosity about the little creatures. After all this time, with no food source whatsoever inside these barrier cages, how had they survived? Could it be that, much like martial cultivators, they no longer needed food to sustain their lives?
Curiosity was curiosity, but Chu Feng still helped himself without the slightest hesitation, sweeping every last treasure in the room into his possession. Though many of these treasures were useless to him personally, they would certainly be of value to others — it would be a crime to let them go to waste.
Once Chu Feng had collected every last treasure from the Door of Wealth, everything around him began to dissolve into wisps of golden gas before dissipating entirely. And Chu Feng… found himself standing inside the Emperor's Treasury.
Looking around, the Door of Martial Techniques, the Door of Weapons, and the Door of Cultivation were all still present. But the Door of Wealth that he had just entered had vanished without a trace.
This had to be a measure that Qingxuantian had deliberately set in place — once the items within a door were taken, the door itself would dissolve as well.
"Senior Qingxuantian, the wealth you left behind would put even the Ancient Elves to shame."
Despite the Door of Wealth having disappeared, Chu Feng rubbed the fully stuffed Universe Bag at his waist, a broad grin still plastered across his face. This harvest had truly been enormous.
"Now then, let me see what kinds of martial techniques Senior Qingxuantian has left behind."
Having obtained the treasures within the Door of Wealth, Chu Feng's anticipation for the Door of Martial Techniques only grew stronger. After all, for a martial cultivator, wealth was ultimately something external — but a martial technique mastered was one's own ability forever, something that no one could ever take away.
And judging from the words left behind in Qingxuantian's formation, once he stepped through the Door of Martial Techniques, the martial techniques would forcibly merge into his body. Chu Feng would have no choice but to learn them, and so long as he could withstand the process, he should be able to master them directly.
Hummm— The moment Chu Feng stepped into the Door of Martial Techniques, a tremendous surge of energy flooded into his mind. Even with Chu Feng's exceptional capacity to endure, in that instant he felt as though his head was about to explode.
There was virtually no pain Chu Feng had not endured. He could withstand the agony of having his body shattered. But this headache — this pain was something he could barely stand, and he couldn't help but let out a string of raw, anguished roars.
This was Chu Feng, and Chu Feng alone. Anyone else — even the Elf King — might not have been able to withstand it. This was not merely a test of cultivation; it demanded extreme fortitude of Mental Power as well.
Fortunately, Chu Feng held on. When the energy — surging like a tide from every direction, assaulting his mind and spirit — finally subsided, his face was drenched in sweat.
Wiping the perspiration from his face, a faint smile curled at the corner of Chu Feng's lips. He knew… that he had now emerged from suffering into reward.