Extracting all things: My attributes grow infinitely.

For the next few days, Jiang Chuan stayed in the Tiannan City Lord's Mansion, checking the account books of the officials who had confiscated property.

The Yu family has been operating in the coastal area for decades.

The total number of businesses, both overt and covert, exceeds two hundred.

Blood Algae Field is just one example. They also control three smuggling routes inside and outside Tiannan City, as well as more than a dozen private mines hidden deep in the mountains that have never been reported.

The accountants worked day and night to calculate and tally the figures, one by one, before presenting them to Jiang Chuan.

Just look at the cash and paper money that Yu Zhenhai found in his private warehouse on the island.

It exceeded nine figures.

This doesn't even include the mountains of rare and precious natural materials, rare ores, and high-level equipment that filled three entire secret rooms.

Jiang Chuan stared at the final tally, remained silent for a long while, and then slowly exhaled.

The total amount of money he's seen in both his lives combined probably doesn't even amount to a fraction of this.

"No wonder these bastards are risking their lives to protect the blood algae industry."

He tossed the ledger onto the table, leaned back in his chair, and exhaled softly: "This isn't just blood algae, it's practically an open-pit gold mine."

He didn't intend to keep all the money.

Half of it was added to Tiannan City's treasury to advance the economic transformation plan he had previously set.

The other half was divided into two parts, one part of which was used to support residents' welfare.

Keep the other copy for yourself, just in case.

The fact that such a massive liquidation could be completed in just a few days was entirely due to his permanent servants working day and night without rest.

In a typical administrative system, just going through the procedures would take a year and a half.

But what Jiang Chuan has in abundance is execution.

at the same time.

Thousands of miles away in the Corpse Dog Royal Court, another storm is brewing.

The royal court of the Corpse Dog Clan is located deep within a dead land shrouded in a poisonous mist of rotting corpses year-round.

Dark gray miasma continuously seeped out from the cracks in the ground, turning the entire sky into a nauseating dark yellow.

The earth was barren.

The ground was covered with weathered bones and dried black bloodstains.

In the very center of this dead land stands a colossal palace built from the bones of countless giant beasts.

At each of the four corners of the palace stood a bone pillar tens of feet high, with an ever-burning eerie green flame atop each pillar, casting a ghostly aura over the entire royal court.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the royal court was more solemn than ever before.

The seven tribal kings of the Corpse Dog Clan sat on either side, each exuding a terrifying aura of the eighth rank.

On the throne made of skulls at the very center sat an exceptionally large figure.

The current Corpse Dog King, a peak eighth-tier existence.

Its fur was a dark gray that was almost metallic, and its muscular chest was covered with dense black lines, which were the bloodline marks passed down through generations of the Corpse Dog royal family.

His deep red vertical pupils were half-closed, seemingly lazy, but actually gleaming with hidden sharpness.

But at this moment, this king, who ruled over seven tribes and commanded millions of corpse dog subjects, was in an almost humble posture, turning slightly to the side and carefully entertaining the guest sitting in the VIP seat.

The creature in the VIP section was a whole size smaller than the Corpse Dog King.

But it sat there.

The oppressive aura emanating from it sent chills down the spines of all the eighth-tier kings present.

Its skin is iron gray all over, and it has only one huge vertical eye in the center of its forehead.

The surface of the eyeball glowed with a faint green light, and deep within the pupil seemed to be a miniature thunderstorm, with tiny arcs of electricity flashing past the edge of the eyeball from time to time.

Holy Blood Race.

One-eyed people.

Even among the myriad races of the Origin Realm, the One-Eyed Clan is a formidable race that ranks among the top.

Their population is small.

However, each adult one-eyed creature possesses terrifying combat power that can overwhelm other holy blood creatures of the same level.

Not to mention the one before them, who is a true royal bloodline among the One-Eyed Clan.

Peak of the eighth rank.

It's just one step away from the ninth level.

But what truly silenced the seven kings of the Corpse Dog Clan was the magical artifact floating beside it.

It was an eyeball the size of a fist, carved entirely from some kind of dark purple crystal.

The surface of the eyeball is covered with dense, blood-like veins.

At the very center of the pupil, a black lightning bolt, visible to the naked eye, is sealed away.

The lightning bolt seemed alive, constantly churning and twisting in the pupil, each pulse causing a slight distortion in the surrounding space.

A ninth-tier magical artifact, one of the treasures of the One-Eyed Clan.

Thunder Eye.

It is said that this magical artifact was crafted from the eyeball of a fallen ninth-tier ancestor of the Cyclops Clan, sealing away that ancestor's most powerful innate divine ability.

When fully activated, it is enough to instantly kill any being below the ninth rank, and can even briefly contend with a true ninth-rank supreme expert.

"Red Bone King".

A mental fluctuation emanated from the one-eyed king's eyes:

"I have been waiting here for five days. When will your ancestral worship ceremony finally begin?"

The Corpse Dog King's massive body trembled slightly.

He quickly bowed and said, "Reporting to King Meteor, the Bone-Eating Ceremony is scheduled for midnight tomorrow. At that time, the seven tribes will gather at the Black Tooth Altar, waiting for the ancestral bones to manifest their power before the ceremony can begin."

The one-eyed king, known as the Meteor King, slowly turned his enormous eyeball.

The eerie green pupils locked onto the Corpse Dog King.

His tone was filled with undisguised contempt: "I originally planned to go directly to the human territory, drag that brat out and tear him to pieces. It was you who said you had a way to lure out that newly emerged genius of the human race, so I waited a few more days."

It leaned forward slightly, and the lightning in its vertical eye suddenly intensified: "If your plan goes wrong..."

"No, no!"

The Corpse Dog King hurriedly waved his hand, his fawning posture bearing no trace of the kingly aura that commanded thousands of troops; he looked more like a watchdog wagging its tail and begging for mercy.

"Lord Meteor King, please calm your anger! I have thoroughly investigated that boy's background. His surname is Jiang, his given name is Chuan, he has SSS-level talent, and he is a candidate for Heavenly General of the Human Race. He has only awakened his powers a little over a month ago..."

The Meteor King scoffed, "Does a mere newly awakened ant deserve to warrant such a grand mobilization from me?"

"You are unaware of this, sir."

The Corpse Dog King lowered his voice, a cunning glint in his deep red vertical pupils, "Although this boy's strength is average, he has an eighth-tier spatial talent guard by his side, making his escape ability unmatched!"

"A spatial genius?"

Upon hearing this, Meteor King realized that things were indeed in trouble.

It was confident that it could suppress any powerful figure in such a remote place.

However, if the other party is determined to escape by relying on its innate strength, it will be very difficult for it to find the other party.

It said somewhat impatiently, "Then what do you suggest we do?!"

The Corpse Dog King said, "My plan is simple. After the Bone-Eating Ritual is completed tomorrow, I will send the Corpse Dog Clan army to invade the northern human territory! I will make them obediently hand over that scourge, or I will annihilate the human race. I doubt they will dare to refuse!"

"To annihilate humanity?"

Meteor King narrowed his vertical eye, a hint of amusement swirling in his pupils. "Corpse Hound King, you have quite the appetite."

The Corpse Dog King hurriedly waved his hands: "My lord, you misunderstand! The mere humans are nothing more than a nest of ants that you casually crushed! I have mobilized the entire power of my clan just to avenge your hatred! If things succeed, I hope you can put in a good word for the Corpse Dog Clan at the Source Realm Council..."

After listening, the Meteor King's vertical eye flashed with lightning a few times, then it slowly nodded: "Very well, I will wait one more day. After the Bone-Eating Ritual tomorrow, I want to see rivers of human blood flowing! Especially that brat named Jiang Chuan, I will personally twist his head off, make it into a wine cup, and take it back to my clan to offer as a sacrifice to my son!"

The Corpse Dog King was overjoyed and kowtowed three times: "Thank you, my lord! Thank you, my lord! I will make preparations immediately, and by this time tomorrow, I will surely grant your wish!"

It stood up and waved to the tribal kings on either side.

The seven kings were granted a general amnesty.

They all stood up.

They quickly followed behind it and left the main hall.