Secret Records of the Leader of the Beichen Sword Sect-Chapter 1074 - 544: Treasure Vault (2)

Yang Yuanzhao understood,

"Oh, then why did the Xie Family collude with the Dragon King?"

Chen Xuantian glared at him,

"Why didn’t you ask him earlier?"

Yang Yuanzhao felt wronged.

"You didn’t mention any of this earlier either..."

Suddenly, Chen Xuantian flicked his sleeve, throwing a handful of Dragon Blood onto a Nine Dragon Jade Pendant,

"Whatever his intent, I’m set on this dragon. Come over here, let’s open the treasure vault."

Yang Yuanzhao glanced with a fish-eye, and saw that the dragon on the jade pendant truly came to life, swimming towards all directions and opening a hidden door. It was only then he realized that Chen Xuantian had been chatting with him all along on their way, and they had indeed come to the Dragon Palace to open the treasure vault.

When the vault opened, brilliant golden light and Divine Gang Gold Qi almost hit his face, dazzling his fish-eyes.

Actually, no matter how prosperous Yun Meng Dragon Palace was, Yun Meng itself couldn’t possibly compare to the Three Constellations, wealthy across the world. However, the Three Constellations’ large family business had many expenses, and after fighting so many wars with the north, they were already close to bankruptcy.

Meanwhile, the Dragon King ate and slept all day, resting motionlessly upon his gold and silver mountains. Naturally, his stock of strange treasures increased day by day. Upon entering, heaps of gold and silver jewelry were scattered all over the hall like sand.

Of course, these things are treasures in the eyes of mortals, but to the Dragon King, they probably do seem like sand. Just like birds enjoy gathering shiny things to build nests, the Dragon Clan as supreme Divine Beasts naturally like to gather those materials imbued with Heaven and Earth Spirit Qi to decorate their nests. Grass and Spiritual Vegetables are too soft and fragile to support the Dragon Clan’s large bodies, so they naturally use hard mineral deposits like gold, silver, and jade as beds to lie comfortably.

Thus, the Shrimp Soldiers and Crab Generals under the Dragon Palace collect gold, silver, and jade daily to offer to the Dragon King, polishing gemstones mined from underwater veins and piling them in the Dragon Palace, accumulating over years, forming a dazzling treasure mountain.

Needless to say, gold and silver are hard currency, not to mention they are rich with spirit qi, stained with rare mineral from Dragon Essence, good for Alchemy and Artifact Making, even serving as military salary. Even Yang Yuanzhao calculated that if he could uproot the Dragon King’s entire family, Huan Tianyuan would be secured in Li Country and even have military funds for a Northern Expedition into the Central Plains.

Yet, facing these gold and silver mountains, he could maintain calmness, asking,

"But these things have been hidden in the Dragon Palace for so long, back then the Southern Campaign stationed a hundred thousand troops right by, coveting them for years yet couldn’t seize them. Relying on our small number, can we really slay the dragon smoothly?"

Chen Xuantian didn’t glare at him this time, instead nodding in agreement,

"Your concern is justified, not only the Immortal Palace, but even the Wisdom Dharma King of the Divine Sect back then calculated here for years to obtain these Dragon Palace treasures, only for the Immortal Palace to seize the opportunity.

Not just the Divine Sect, Heng Mountain, Luofu Mountain, Xieluo Mountain, Southern Mystic Sect, every one of them covet this treasure opportunity. Even the Demon Path from faraway Kunlun joined in, future sword fights are inevitable, a river of blood may flow before stopping, devouring it alone is impossible."

Despite saying this, Chen Xuantian seemed calm, not worried at all, wandering around the treasure like it was his living room at home.

Thus, Yang Yuanzhao unwittingly felt reassured too, even though he knew nothing, he sensed that this fat man surely had a plan, patiently following to listen to his explanation.

Then Chen Xuantian paced around twice, suddenly beckoning Yang Yuanzhao, pointing to a gold-shining spot on the treasure mountain,

"Go, pick it up and try it."

Yang Yuanzhao fixed his eyes, discovering that the glittering thing seemed to be a rod, from a distance it looked like a Golden Needle inserted into the treasure mountain, but was actually four yards long.

Without suspicion, Yang Yuanzhao climbed the treasure mountain, mustering strength to pull the golden rod out, feeling its substantial weight—it needed twenty Power to barely lift it, thirty to swing freely, additionally it wasn’t pure soft gold but some rare Meteorite Iron, whole piece of Pure Gold with excellent toughness, uniform quality, casually stirring a nest into the gold mountain, a rare splendid material, suitable for crafting weaponry.

Chen Xuantian nodded,

"If you like it, take it along."

Yang Yuanzhao blinked,

"Just take it? What is this?"

Chen Xuantian chuckled,

"In our place, it’s called God’s Staff, the core of a Sky-based Kinetic Energy Weapon. The rod is stained most with Dragon Blood, when the Demon Dragon rebelled it was shattered by Heavenly Dao to break armor and sever spine, wedged within its body barely expelled, that’s why till today that beast is still crippled and immobile. During future dragon slaying, just drive this rod toward the Reverse Scale at its spine, ensuring a fatal strike."

"Oh, God’s Staff..."

Its weight indeed is considerable, even with Yang Yuanzhao’s growing Power from eating Demon Soup for three months, he must shoulder it.

Then Chen Xuantian pointed again at a spot of brilliance within the treasure mountain,

"Go fetch it."

Yang Yuanzhao went over, seeing beneath the gold and silver was an exposed red corner, looking from afar like a flag. So Yang Yuanzhao swung the rod, causing petals of gold mountain to scatter, completely removing the brocade, though after many years the flag markings seemed corroded by strong acid, hard to discern, but based on its design and material, as someone from the General’s family, he recognized it instantly.

"Huh? This War Banner seems to be the Immortal Army’s flag?"

Chen Xuantian nodded,

"Correct, back then the Left General rebelled, causing a great battle at Yun Meng, extinguishing the Seven Armies of the South, naturally leaving the war flag to you, Guardian Descendants."

"Oh..."

Yang Yuanzhao fitted the War Banner onto the golden rod, forming a red flag. Thinking momentarily, he suddenly realized,

"Hold on, have you been here before?"

Chen Xuantian neither affirmed nor denied, with hands in pockets, pacing the golden mountain,

"The Demon Clan legacy was broken, the Dragon Clan sits on treasure mountain but cannot use it, if they want magic treasures or Elixir Pills they still must exchange with cultivators, thus Mystic Sect Divine Sect’s experts are usually guests of the Dragon Kings and Demon Emperors here.

This is why the Immortal Palace couldn’t seize this place for years, to be honest, someone secretly engineered it to prevent the Immortal Palace from exterminating demons and stabilizing the southern situation. Now that Fuguo has entered Li Jiang, crossing Southern Palace family’s threshold isn’t enough. To launch a Northern Expedition, they must stabilize the South quickly, and exterminate this bunch of demons.

I recall the Dragon Palace’s Prime Minister was a turtle back in those days, wonder what kind of origin the current Prime Minister has, surprisingly knowing Sword Scripture. Need to meet him first, to see clearly, to figure out who’s really behind the scenes orchestrating..."

Yang Yuanzhao couldn’t offer any better suggestion, so he held the flag steadily at the side, not interrupting the fat man’s long contemplation.

Yet standing for a while, he couldn’t help but wrinkle his nose, sniffing, smelling his hand, feeling a strong "dragon" odor masking his fishy scent, he couldn’t help but ask,

"Uh, Benbo’erba... this flag and rod, how were they expelled... surely couldn’t have..."

Chen Xuantian glanced at him,

"Exactly as you think, keep away, don’t get the smell on me."

Yang Yuanzhao felt more depressed...