Using entries to cultivate immortality in chaotic times-Chapter 652 - 229: Entry Group of the Old Power.

After all, there are only four kinds of address in the Cultivation World.

Senior, Daoist friend, junior friend, ant.

Clearly, ‘senior’ was the most suitable amongst them; the Cultivation World never considered age in determining seniority, although most of the time, those who lived longer were stronger, hence seniority often coincided with age.

“Hmm.” Chen Qiu nodded, then tossed the sack of Storage Rings into the small world and softly addressed the Heavenly Axe Sect Master, “Since you’ve contributed, you will handle the liquidation of the Bai Family’s and other forces’ fixed assets.”

“After liquidating, you’ll take thirty percent of the profits.”

The Heavenly Axe Sect Master was briefly stunned, then faintly excited, he nodded, “Thank you, senior.”

It was indeed a huge profit that could nicely top up his private funds. After all, this was not considered a sect profit, it would go directly into his own pocket, and most importantly, it was a reward from the senior, which meant he was one step closer to the core power circle of the senior!

What this represented was much more!

“Right—”

Chen Qiu glanced at the Shopkeeper in the small world and suddenly said, “Find me a group of people skilled in deciphering the restrictions of Storage Rings and send them over.”

“No problem, senior.”

“Let’s go, to the next one.”

…

Meanwhile, in the small world.

Inside the disciple quarters of Chao Tian Sect, a middle-aged man sat on the bed with a gray pallor, the room’s floor covered with Storage Rings, each holding the lifetime wealth of a cultivator, now piled together like barnacles.

At a glance, one couldn’t even count how many there were.

Just then—

Hundreds more Storage Rings were tossed into the air and rolled to the front of his house.

“…”

The middle-aged man sitting on the bed twitched his mouth slightly, said nothing, only feeling a wave of fatigue, and once again he remembered the time when the State Preceptor had pulled him into this, saying his only hobby in life was deciphering the restrictions of Storage Rings.

Each time he successfully deciphered a Storage Ring, the thrill was even more exhilarating than sleeping with an Oiran!

He was willing to die working on Storage Rings!

He remembered the State Preceptor’s promise then, saying he would definitely provide countless Storage Rings, fulfilling his wish to die doing what he loved.

And so…

The State Preceptor truly kept his promise.

He hadn’t rested for who knows how long, barely had time to enhance his Cultivation, only at the early Nascent Soul stage, working tirelessly all year long!

Over the years, he realized that the nearly singular source of income for the Chao Tian Sect was raiding, hence, he frequently had his room filled with massive quantities of Storage Rings.

Although he truly loved deciphering the restrictions on Storage Rings, even the fiercest passion couldn’t withstand years of non-stop work!

The good news, now he could randomly pick up a Storage Ring, send out his Divine Sense and immediately understand the situation of its restriction, a positive feedback from his long experience.

The bad news, although he could now easily understand each Storage Ring’s restriction at a glance, he no longer had the passion to decipher them, utterly lacking any enthusiasm.

Just like a wife of ten years, even if she lay there wearing nothing, you could remain unmoved and calmly utter a ‘Amitabha.’

“Sigh!”

The middle-aged man sighed deeply, feeling somewhat weary, but still casually picked up a Storage Ring beside him and started deciphering, after all, it was his job, and he felt no one in Chao Tian Sect was more tired than him!

…

In the Chao Tian Sect, the back mountain, the forest.

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The brown bear Young Clan Leader, who was clad in a Kasaya, was somewhat excitedly looking at his clan members coming to report news. He clapped his huge bear’s paws together, then paced back and forth on the spot in thought.

The Kasaya he wore was seized from a Buddhist Ancestor.

He hadn’t turned it in.

He had shamelessly asked the Chao Tian Sect Grand Elder if he could keep the Kasaya he loved so dearly, and the Grand Elder had indifferently waved his hand, thus the Kasaya was given to him.

It was a high-grade Spiritual Treasure of Divinity Transformation, a treasured asset of the Buddhist Sect, only usable by Buddhist disciples possessing Buddha Light, functioning as a Defensive Spiritual Treasure, of no use to anyone in the entire Chao Tian Sect.