The Journey of Immortal Cultivation-Chapter 18: I’ve Struck It Rich, I’ve Struck It Rich!

Ning Xiaoxian took a deep breath and stepped into the God Demon Prison. This time she chose the fifth level, a small space within the God Demon Prison.

Unlike the oppressive feeling of steel prisons that permeated the lower four floors, this level did not feel the same. According to her estimation, the space on this floor was not very large, approximately two to three acres in size.

It seemed like a spacious room, with an unknown source of light embedded in the ceiling, casting a warm and bright glow over the place. A solitary wooden cabin stood to one side, strangely spotless. Next to the cabin was a small pond, naturally devoid of anything, but the water was crystal clear and undisturbed.

She pushed the door and entered, feeling as if she had stepped into a hospital pharmacy on Earth. With the exception of the wall with the door, the other three walls were lined with large wooden cabinets. The cabinets had a fine luster and the material was not as simple as ordinary wood, with countless small drawers embedded in them.

"This is a storage space. The cabinets are made of sedimentary wood, ensuring that the items stored inside remain undamaged for tens of thousands of years. The drawers above can be used to store seeds and harvests." Changtian explained in her ear. Even in ancient times, sedimentary wood was a rare and valuable material. The original owner of this place must have paid a hefty price to collect these pieces of sedimentary wood.

She opened a drawer and saw that it was partitioned into two small compartments by wooden dividers, each containing a finely crafted brocade bag. The brocade bag in the inner compartment was purple, while the one on the outside was yellow.

"Storage bags. Each bag has a capacity of four thousand eight hundred stones. The items stored inside will remain preserved indefinitely."

She silently calculated, then took a sharp intake of breath. By the standards of one hundred and twenty catties per stone, this palm-sized storage bag could store an astonishing 576,000 catties!

How much it can hold! Having spent a few months in the Chi Xiao Sect, she knew that only core disciples of the Inner Sect were entitled to receive storage bags from the sect, and even those had very limited space. After tossing in a sword, there was just a little room left for a few trinkets—this capacity was at most just a few dozen catties. Even so, these people treated their bags like treasures, keeping them safe on their person, careful not to dirty, wet, or tear them. She had no idea whether these things could even be repaired if they were damaged.

How much would it cost to refine a storage bag with such a huge capacity? She did not know. But when she looked at the three large cabinets, with their densely packed drawers, each containing two storage bags!

F*cking hell, while she was daydreaming about becoming rich every day, the previous owner of the God Demon Prison had clearly far surpassed the vulgar level of a nouveau riche. Even the casually built wooden cabin displayed an understated luxury! With such a level, such a move, how many horses would she have to slap to death to catch up?

Wealthy! Wealthy! Just selling these bags outside, how many shiny gold ingots could she get in exchange?

God suddenly threw a gold brick at her head, and it was so big and heavy that she was almost laughing herself into unconsciousness.

"I suggest you use the inner compartment for storing harvested plants and the outer compartment for the seeds to avoid confusion... Are you even listening to me? The outside pond can be used to nurture aquatic creatures, and that water has its own spiritual... "Changtian, the steward, went on and on.

"Yes, yes!" She quickly shut her O-shaped mouth and came back to her senses. "Changtian, how much money do you think we could get if we sold these storage bags?" She couldn't help but tremble on the last word. She had no choice, she was too excited to control herself.

"Enough for you to squander for ten lifetimes after you go back to that world," he said irritably.

"Assuming you can get back!"

His words poured over her like a bucket of ice water, "swoosh," waking her from her dreams of riches. Ah, Changtian, your way of bringing people back to reality is always so blunt.

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She let out a dry laugh and finally came back to her senses:

"Why do we need so many drawers? Can they all be filled?"

He snorted coldly: "At the peak of the God Demon Prison, more than thirty-four thousand five hundred gods, demons, and practitioners of the Demon Dao were confined within its four levels. Their spiritual energy and divine power were extracted to cultivate soil and foster the growth of plants. How many precious herbs do you think could be grown with that?"

Those who were imprisoned here were no trivial individuals. The combined strength of so many gods and demons—how formidable must that be? Her heart skipped a beat. At that time, the fifth level must have been a grand spectacle, with all sorts of precious herbs in a riot of colors and Immortal Birds and Strange Beasts running amok everywhere.

She couldn't help asking, "Wasn't this God Demon Prison built to imprison you? Why then did he go to such lengths to capture gods and demons, and even plant flowers and grow plants on the fifth level?"

Changtian remained silent.

Just when she thought he was going to remain silent as usual, he suddenly said:

"You are unaware of the ancient conflicts... After I surrendered myself, many of my Daoist friends also gave up the fight. The situation was on the brink of chaos, and many gods and demons defected to his side. His power grew increasingly formidable, and many who did not submit to him were captured and imprisoned here." For the first time, he did not refer to himself as 'I'.

He paused before continuing, "As the number of captured gods and demons increased, he re-consecrated this small space within the prison, extracting the divine power of the prisoners to foster Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures. Subsequently, he refined them into Elixirs and Divine Medicines to nourish his army, and at one point his power was at its zenith."

This, this! The amount of information was overwhelming; Ning Xiaoxian's brain automatically filtered everything else, leaving only four words: "surrendered without a fight".

Changtian, actually captured without resistance? Or did he really turn himself in? What exactly was going on? Could it be that during the Ancient Times, he was the leader of the troublemakers, and the other was a military authority, to whom he surrendered knowing he could not win?

But that makes no sense! Changtian, as she knew him, was such a proud individual; she would rather believe he would fight to the last drop of blood than beg on his knees for a way out. Yet the irrefutable evidence was there—he was in prison, and he admitted to having "surrendered without a fight".

There must have been some strange and bizarre occurrence. In this place, anything was possible.

Then she reminded herself, Ning Xiaoxian, this is not something you should concern yourself with. Right now, you're just a mortal who hasn't even mastered the most basic divine skills. You want to delve into the world of gods and demons—aren't you afraid of blinding yourself?

Start with the basics. As Mr. Laozi said, a journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step.

"What should I do now?"

"Step out of the house. I will teach you how to use the soil," she did as instructed.

The floor was a vast expanse of white; where could the soil be? "There's a small box to your right on the ground, open it."

Indeed, right next to the corner of the wooden house was a small white box, made of some material that blended in with the floor, almost unnoticeable. She opened the box as instructed.

"This... is this the soil?" Her voice raised by an octave. There was no helping it—she was astounded by what lay before her eyes!