Covering the Sky: Fairy, I really need to control you properly.

Seeing Duan De unconscious, Xu Jinhuan breathed a sigh of relief.

Originally, he thought it was the Holy Lord of Yaoguang who had come with an imperial weapon, or that he had been targeted by a supreme being from a forbidden zone.

So it turns out it was Duan De!

Zixia Fairy withdrew her Daoist aura, glanced at Duan De who was unconscious on the ground, and said, "You used an Emperor-level weapon like a brick?"

Special circumstances require special handling.

"That fat bastard has a lot of tricks up his sleeve; we have to be decisive!"

At this moment, the Purple Mansion Landscape Painting fluctuated, and Yao Xi's figure emerged from the painting.

She had already changed into a purple Taoist robe, her long hair casually tied behind her head, and her pretty face showed a hint of curiosity.

"Is this the infamous tomb raider?" Yao Xi raised an eyebrow slightly.

At this moment, Duan De had seven or eight large bumps on his head, layered and arranged in a neat and orderly manner, making him look exactly like someone who had suffered a calamity.

Truly outstanding, and among the many peaks that rise together.

Zixia couldn't help but take a second look, and said, "Should we hand him over to the Holy Lord...?"

Xu Jinhuan said, "We cannot hand him over to the Holy Land; you cannot keep him here."

Who is Duan De?

The Heavenly Venerable of Tribulation reincarnated and cultivated the Heavenly Technique of Tribulation Transcending. Even when he was reduced to dust by the Supreme Being of the Primordial Ancient Mine in the original story, he was still alive and kicking.

Moreover, he also had half of the lid of the Devouring Demon Jar, an ultimate imperial weapon, hidden between his eyebrows.

The mere Purple Mansion Holy Land cannot confine him.

Xu Jinhuan was merely on the defensive this time; there was no question of him intending to do anything to Duan De.

"However..." Xu Jinhuan stared at Duan De's head, which was swollen like a pig's head, and his eyes suddenly lit up. "I have a better idea."

"What are you still standing there for?" He turned to look at Zixia and Yaoxi, grinned, and revealed a kind smile.

"Robbery!"

"Don't touch that broken bowl at the center of your mind's eye; take everything else with you!"

Zixia and Yao Xi looked at each other in bewilderment.

Xu Jinhuan had already squatted down and started flipping through Duan De's purple-gold Taoist robe, his movements swift and efficient.

Zixia opened her mouth, as if to say something.

She was a prodigy from the Purple Mansion Holy Land, possessing an innate Dao embryo and born into a prestigious and righteous sect. How could she possibly engage in such a heinous act as robbery?

Then, she noticed the storage pouches hanging from Duan De's waist, embroidered with the emblem of the Great Yan Holy Land.

And the red rope around his neck, tied with a small jade seal, exudes the Daoist charm of the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Clearly, this is the treasure that was just stolen from the ancestral temple by the unscrupulous Taoist priest.

Zixia fell silent.

"Just how many houses has this fat guy robbed?"

"So we're acting on behalf of Heaven." Xu Jinhuan didn't even look up as he continued searching. "Robbing the rich to help the poor, he gets rich, and we get poor. Logically, it makes no problem."

Yao Xi was initially keeping a respectable air about her, after all, she was born as the Holy Maiden of Yao Guang, and doing this kind of thing would give her some psychological barriers.

But when Xu Jinhuan pulled out a fist-sized, golden-yellow source stone from Duan Dehuai's pocket...

No, that's not Originium, that's the finest of the heterogenous Originium, belonging to some kind of divine Originium.

A piece of divine source the size of a thumb is equivalent to hundreds of thousands of kilograms of pure source.

A piece the size of a fist...

"I'll help." Yao Xi squatted down.

Zixia's lips twitched, but she ultimately said nothing more.

She silently walked to the entrance of the cave, restored and reinforced the formation, ensuring that no one would discover the commotion here.

Then she squatted down too.

Inside the cave, three disciples from reputable sects surrounded a fat Taoist priest who had fainted, and began a meticulous and comprehensive "spoils inventory."

Duan De lay on the ground, his head covered in bumps, completely unaware that his accumulated wealth of countless years was changing hands at an alarming rate.

Fearing that he might suddenly wake up, Xu Jinhuan took the gourd and hit Duan De on the back of the head a few more times, causing Duan De to grimace in pain even while unconscious.

Around Duan De's neck hung a longevity lock made of purple gold, its entire body shimmering with purple light and covered with dense, ancient patterns.

This is a personal item belonging to Xiang Yufei, a peerless prodigy who reached the level of an emperor at the age of nineteen more than nine thousand years ago. It is called the Longevity Lock and has the effect of suppressing death and prolonging life.

Unfortunately, fate was cruel; the Lock of Immortality ultimately failed to save the young man's life, leaving only this legendary artifact for posterity to remember.

"Good stuff." Xu Jinhuan ripped it off and hung it around his neck.

Then came the frenzied sweeping.

The hairpin was removed.

Boots, taken off.

The purple-gold Taoist robe was stripped off.

They wouldn't let go of any item that looked valuable.

Jade pieces, money pouches, half a piece of ancient jade hanging from the waist, several yellowed talismans sewn into the cuffs... all were snatched away. The skill and efficiency of the move left Zixia and Yaoxi dumbfounded.

A moment later, Duan De was left with only a pair of shorts, and his head was covered with swollen bumps, making him a sight to behold.

It was truly a case of trying to steal a chicken but losing the rice instead.

They came in hoping to make a big score, but ended up getting robbed clean, leaving them with nothing.

"The outside is all stripped clean, now it's time for the inside."

Xu Jinhuan clapped his hands, his gaze falling on the area below Duan De's navel.

A cultivator's dantian is the place where essence and energy are stored, and it is also the root of storage.

A seasoned veteran like Duan De must be hiding his true treasures deep within the sea of ​​men.

Xu Jinhuan picked up the Immortal-Slaying Gourd and gently pried open Duan De's sea of ​​consciousness.

"Splash..."

With a crisp sound, the moment the sea of ​​wheels cracked open, a radiant light shot into the sky, and countless rare treasures gushed forth like a river bursting its banks, shimmering with iridescent colors and auspicious wisps, almost submerging the entire cave.

Most strikingly, nine jade weapons—a jade dagger, a jade sword, a jade spear, and more—were neatly arranged on the ground, their light soaring into the sky, dazzling and radiant. Each weapon exuded a Daoist aura, subtly resonating with one another.

"Nine Divine Weapons!"

Yao Xi gasped. "Is this the Nine Divine Weapons left behind by the Feathered King of Zhongzhou? Legend says that collecting all nine pieces can create an unparalleled killing formation. After the Feathered King's death, his whereabouts became unknown, and now this fat man has them!"

Without saying a word, Xu Jinhuan put all his soldiers and troops into the Immortal-Slaying Gourd.

"This is for you, fairy!"

He has the Immortal-Slaying Gourd, so the King's Dao Weapon is of little use to him.

Besides, Yao Xi's things are his!

The treasures are gushing forth, and the flow continues.

Four precious pearls, each the size of a pigeon's egg, rolled to the ground. They were blue, red, cyan, and white, respectively, and were crystal clear, each containing the principles of Tao.

A bronze lamp slid out from the pile of treasures, rusty and dim, its light faint yet eerily bright.

On the lamp base, three ancient characters resembling dragons and phoenixes are faintly visible.

"The Heavenly Demon Lamp." Zixia recognized the object: "A divine artifact refined by an unparalleled king of the demon race. Buried underground for too long, it has lost most of its spiritual essence, but if it can be restored..."

The rest—divine sources, spiritual herbs, elixirs, broken jade slips, dragon marrow liquid… Duan De’s collection was so rich that it was practically a small treasure trove.

This fat man had dug up countless tombs and amassed a fortune over many years, but now it's all gone to someone else.

Duan De lay on the ground, completely unaware.

He had a dream.

In his dream, he was still in that cave on Tian Shu Peak in the Purple Mansion Holy Land.

Divine energy was everywhere, piled up like mountains, and countless imperial scriptures floated on the four walls, with the Great Dao characters shimmering like stars.

In the very center of the cave, a pitch-black gourd floated silently, its mouth wide open, from which grew a divine tree reaching to the heavens, with seven large stars hanging among its branches and leaves, and chaotic energy cascading down like a waterfall.

Duan De stood under the tree, holding a basin-sized piece of divine source in his left hand, a complete scroll of the Emperor's Scripture in his right hand, storage jade bottles hanging around his neck, and the immortal gourd in his arms.

"It's done! I've succeeded!" Duan De laughed heartily, "With this immortal gourd, I'm going to become an immortal!"