Chapter 305: Rolling in Wealth

The next day, the sky was a dreary gray, clouds had retreated, and dark clouds filled the heavens, casting a somber hue over the world.

All the disciples of the Sacred Sect felt heavy-hearted, as if a stone were pressing down on them.

Black robes fluttered, a sea of darkness, as the disciples gathered in black robes at the Sacred Sect's ancestral hall.

That was the place where the spirits of the Sacred Sect's heroes rested, the final resting place of every martyr who had shed blood and sacrificed their lives for the sect over ten thousand years.

The ancestral hall was located on a peak to the east, as tall as the Sect Leader's Peak, the place of highest honor in the Sacred Sect.

But all this honor could only be attained after death.

At that moment, Lin Fan stood in the front row, side by side with the Sect Leader and others, gazing at the rows of stone tablets. Young lives were so fragile, as brief as fireworks. Perhaps they never expected to leave so soon, without even experiencing the beautiful things in life.

“Master…” Mu Bingyan's hand trembled as she gently caressed the cold stone tablet. The engraved words pierced her heart like a sharp sword.

“Master…” Mu Bingyan's exquisite face was drained of all color. Her heart felt as if it were being brutally cut open by a dull file—painful, heart-wrenching pain.

But she could not cry. She was now the Peak Lord of Jialan Peak; she had to be strong and lead her junior sisters to be strong.

“Master…” Mu Bingyan's lips quivered. She could no longer hold back her strength; tears streamed down uncontrollably. She was a princess of the imperial dynasty, pursued and hunted as a child, left lying in the snow and ice. In her moment of despair, a pair of warm hands had picked her up and brought her to this warm peak.

Here, Mu Bingyan had never thought of returning. She only wanted to quietly stay by her master's side. But now, thinking of her master leaving her, she could no longer hold back her sobs.

“Master, Bingyan will fulfill your last wish. Rest in peace.” Mu Bingyan lowered her head, her tears soaking the ground. A person usually so cold-hearted, at this moment, shed bitter tears.

The disciples of Jialan Peak also wept softly. Their beloved Peak Lord had left them.

The other disciples of the Sacred Sect also bowed their heads in grief. These were their fellow brothers and sisters.

“The Sacred Sect, a great sect for ten thousand years, has endured many tribulations. But you must remember this day: three hundred and eighty-six fellow disciples sacrificed their lives to protect the sect. They are the sect's heroes, who made great contributions. They are specially enshrined in the ancestral hall for future generations to remember. Enter the hall!” Yan Hongyu declared solemnly, his voice resounding.

A voice echoed through the void, spreading across the entire Sacred Sect.

Lin Fan watched all this, deeply moved. These disciples might not have high cultivation, but they deserved respect.

The disciples in black robes, holding spirit tablets, walked sorrowfully into the ancestral hall and carefully placed the tablets inside.

Lin Fan sighed and patted the chick on his shoulder. The usually lively chick now also hung its head and chirped softly.

The chick seemed to feel Lin Fan's heart; when Lin Fan was sad, it was sad.

“Cock-a-doodle-doo…”

The chick rubbed its little head against Lin Fan's cheek, as if comforting him.

At that moment, Lin Fan approached Mu Bingyan and said softly, “Everyone must die. Some deaths are weightier than the heavens, some lighter than a feather. They died for the sect, and the disciples of the Sacred Sect will remember them forever. Junior Sister, do not grieve too much. Fulfill the last wish of the Jialan Peak Lord, so that she may rest in peace.”

“Thank you, Senior Brother.” Mu Bingyan nodded, her expression gradually recovering.

Lin Fan gazed into the void, wondering how grieved Brother Xinfeng must be.

The Sect Leader had died, and Elder Liang had also passed away. From now on, he would have to face things alone. The burden of the disciples of the Nine Heavens Sect weighed heavily on him. Lin Fan wondered if Brother Xinfeng could bear it.

“Sigh…”

Although the Xuanhuang Realm was a place where the weak were prey to the strong, and life was as cheap as grass, feeling the loss of loved ones was still so sorrowful.

A few days later.

Everyone gradually recovered from the sorrowful atmosphere and threw themselves into rebuilding the sect. The cultivation fervor in the Sacred Sect surged again, with countless disciples devoting themselves to training.

Perhaps this incident had dealt them a heavy blow, making them feel their own weakness and desire to become stronger to protect the sect.

Lin Fan understood this, but he understood it a little too late. If he had realized it back in Cangling Continent, the Sacred Demon Sect might not have been destroyed.

Any powerful sect will one day decline and face annihilation.

But as long as he was alive, he would not let that happen.

Gong Bingye had recovered from her injuries.

Lin Fan originally wanted to send her back, but the girl Zhiqiao cried and begged, and Zhang Ergou and the others also put in a good word for her.

In the end, he didn't want to say much more and let her stay as an outer disciple.

Nameless Peak had undergone great changes in the months Lin Fan was away. It was now bustling like a marketplace, selling items from ordinary cities.

These items were quite popular in the Sacred Sect.

Lin Fan let it be, but seeing Gong Bingye made him feel a bit strange. At the same time, he admired this woman.

She dared to fight and dared to dream.

But as for wanting to sleep with this young master's pure body, that was just a pipe dream.

Who is this young master? Someone unrivaled in the universe…

Alright, enough boasting. Time to go loot the treasury.

The treasury accumulated over ten thousand years of the Sacred Sect must be vast. The treasures inside must be maddening. Thinking of the Sect Leader's pained expression, Lin Fan could imagine how magnificent the treasury would be.

Just thinking about it was exciting.

Before long, Lin Fan arrived at the treasury's location. It was in a secret cave beneath the Sect Leader's Peak, where a lingering aura guarded it, likely left by the Sect Leader to prevent intruders.

But Lin Fan had the token given by the Sect Leader, so there was no problem. The aura yielded to him.

“So this is the treasury?” Lin Fan stood before two stone doors, curiously examining them, especially the two characters carved above the doors.

“Treasury.”

Lin Fan shook his head and sighed. Which great figure's masterpiece was this? Wasn't it like telling people, “No silver here”? If some lucky guy stumbled upon this place and didn't know what it was, seeing these two characters would make it obvious.

At that moment, the token on Lin Fan slowly floated out, and a beam of light shone on the stone doors.

“Boom, boom…”

The two stone doors slowly opened, and Lin Fan's heart tightened.

He smelled the scent of treasures…

Thick…

Lin Fan couldn't wait to walk in. When he saw the scene inside, he was stunned, his eyes wide open.

A miser… an absolute miser.

The treasures were densely piled on shelves, and the treasure aura in the treasury had condensed into a thick, viscous substance.

It was much more impressive than the Nine Heavens Sect.

The extreme western lands were barren, which made sense.

The Sacred Sect's location was rich beyond measure, so naturally, there were many treasures.