"You! You are Chen Changsheng!? How is this possible!? How could you be this strong!?"
The newcomer was none other than Chen Changsheng, who had rushed over in a hurry.
Wang Xuan's Nascent Soul struggled madly, but it was completely unable to break free from Chen Changsheng's grasp.
"Hehe, you'd better go to the Underworld and ask Wang Yuan about this!"
As Chen Changsheng spoke, the force in his hand gradually increased. Wang Xuan's Nascent Soul body was frantically crushed in his grip, shattering inch by inch.
"Wait! Wait! Chen Changsheng, have you forgotten that I am a Supreme Elder of the Xuanyu Sect!? You are a disciple of the Xuanyu Sect! You cannot kill me!"
"Hahahaha, you old fool, you really are interesting. You were the one who expelled me from the Xuanyu Sect, and now you are the one claiming I am a disciple of the Xuanyu Sect. What? Are you the Lord of Heaven? You get to decide everything?"
"Ahhhhh... Chen Changsheng! The Xuanyu Sect will definitely not let you off!"
After Wang Xuan uttered his final words, his Nascent Soul was completely crushed into oblivion by Chen Changsheng.
After finishing all this, Chen Changsheng finally looked toward Patriarch Crimson Flame, whose body was like shattered porcelain.
"Thank you for your assistance this time, Patriarch. I, Changsheng, will surely reward you handsomely!"
Chen Changsheng was indeed very grateful to Patriarch Crimson Flame. Especially after seeing the Patriarch's heavily injured state, the gratitude in his heart deepened by several degrees.
Having mingled in the cultivation world for so many years, it was his first time meeting someone like Patriarch Crimson Flame, who was willing to offend Wang Xuan for someone completely unrelated to him, simply because he was a cultivator from the Great Yan Kingdom.
Although Patriarch Crimson Flame's intentions might not have been as pure as he thought, actions spoke louder than thoughts.
Hearing this, Patriarch Crimson Flame looked at the surrounding ruins and revealed a bitter smile.
To be honest, he was just unlucky. He never expected that old geezer Wang Xuan would dare to secretly bring the Xuanyu Bell out without the sect's knowledge.
Furthermore, this time was an absolute unmitigated disaster. The entire forbidden grounds of the royal palace had been completely reduced to ruins.
Fortunately, out of selfish motives, he had normally designated an eight-hundred-mile radius as his personal cultivation ground; otherwise, his descendants might have suffered a terrible fate.
"If you had told me you were this strong earlier, why would I have risked my life like that?"
After saying that, he directly sat cross-legged and began circulating his energy to stabilize his injuries.
"Well, you didn't ask, did you?"
Chen Changsheng muttered in his heart. Then, he did not disturb Patriarch Crimson Flame's healing. Instead, he took out the Myriad Transformation Sword Gourd and beckoned. The divine swords pierced into Wang Xuan's body flew into it one by one.
Although, after being enhanced by the Chat Group, the Myriad Transformation Sword Gourd had been replenished with ten thousand divine swords, and each divine sword was comparable to a pure offensive high-grade spirit artifact.
However, the energy consumption required to condense each divine sword was also terrifyingly immense.
If it weren't for the formidable power of the Chat Group, who knew how many years and resources it would have taken him to replenish the ten thousand divine swords.
After retrieving the divine swords, Chen Changsheng looked at the pile of mangled flesh on the ground.
Soon, Chen Changsheng found an azure-blue ring among it.
Wang Xuan's storage ring.
Chen Changsheng did not hesitate. This was the entire life savings of a Nascent Soul expert, and a Nascent Soul cultivator who had lived for over nine hundred years at that. Even he was extremely envious.
Grabbing the storage ring in his hand, a look of pleasant surprise appeared on Chen Changsheng's face.
The storage ring in his hand had actually reached the level of a Magic Treasure.
One must know that Magic Treasure-grade storage rings were extremely rare in the cultivation world. Not only was the space inside unimaginably large, but they also possessed decent offensive and defensive capabilities.
Most importantly, the ring could store the owner's Spiritual Sense. If a non-owner obtained the ring, it would be very difficult to open it.
Therefore, its price was even several times that of Magic Treasures of the same tier.
Chen Changsheng's Spiritual Sense seeped into it, and sure enough, he found that his Spiritual Sense was completely blocked outside the ring, not allowing him to explore it at all.
But at this moment, Wang Xuan was already dead. The Spiritual Sense inside the ring was like duckweed without roots. How could it withstand the endless grinding of Chen Changsheng's Spiritual Sense?
In just two hours, the Spiritual Sense belonging to Wang Xuan inside the ring was completely worn away.
Chen Changsheng also breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, Wang Xuan did not have a fiery temper, and there was no self-destruct mechanism set up in this storage ring.
As Chen Changsheng's Spiritual Sense entered the storage ring, a spectacular expression instantly appeared on his face.
The space inside was just as he had imagined, unimaginably large.
A massive amount of mid-grade and low-grade spirit stones were piled up into several giant mountains, and there were also tens of thousands of high-grade spirit stones.
One must know that despite controlling the Chen family for over a hundred years, he only had a little over three thousand mid-grade spirit stones, less than a hundred thousand low-grade spirit stones, and only three high-grade spirit stones on him.
Aside from spirit stones, the pills, spirit herbs, and materials inside the space were as numerous as the hairs on an ox.
Chen Changsheng even found three top-grade Magic Treasures, two high-grade Magic Treasures, eight mid-grade Magic Treasures, dozens of low-grade Magic Treasures, and a pile of top-grade Magic Artifacts.
Following that were hundreds of jade slips recording cultivation techniques and secret arts.
"I'm rich! It's a gold mine! Indeed, murder and arson yield the golden belt! Haha!"
Chen Changsheng couldn't stop laughing aloud. The wealth inside Wang Xuan's ring was simply tens of thousands of times greater than his own.
Although most of it was of no use to him now, he could give it to his women to use!
Even the things his women couldn't use could be used to fleece the Chat Group.
He had long discovered that the Chat Group's values were completely different from those of the cultivation world.
Cultivation techniques were purchased at a ninety percent discount of his set price, while magic artifacts, pills, materials, and so on were purchased at half price, completely ignoring any added value.
As for the Chen family?
Well, just letting a little bit slip through the cracks of his fingers would be enough.
To be honest, he had never really cared much about the Chen family. After all, they were all descendants of his uncles' generation. His own direct elders had long passed away, and he had no descendants of his own.
This was also the reason why, even though he was a Nascent Soul cultivator, the Chen family only had two Foundation Establishment cultivators aside from his women.
And just as Chen Changsheng had finished sorting through things, selling all the cultivation techniques and secret arts in the space that could be sold to the Chat Group.
He also sold off some of the more common pills, materials, and magic artifacts.
After fiercely reaping another five million points.
Patriarch Crimson Flame finally stabilized his injuries, opened his eyes, and looked at Chen Changsheng.
"Fellow Daoist, this is not a place to talk. How about you come with me to the royal palace for a chat?"
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng nodded, and then followed Patriarch Crimson Flame to fly toward the location of the royal palace.
Along the way, passing by the ruins caused by him and Wang Xuan, Patriarch Crimson Flame sighed in his heart once again.
Fortunately, his cultivation ground covered a large enough area. This great battle had only destroyed his cultivation ground and had not caused irreversible damage to the royal palace or the royal capital.
Otherwise, the Great Yan Kingdom might not have been able to retain even its last shred of dignity.