With the Zheng family destroyed, the treasure vault of magic potions was left empty.

Without a doubt, Zheng Tianqing must have hidden all those precious magic potions among them.

"I hope the Zheng family can give me some surprises!" Chu Feng murmured to himself.

He picked up the storage ring, and the power of the Moon Goddess surged forth.

"Snap!"

A faint clicking sound came from the ring.

He fell to the ground.

"Splash!"

Bottles of magic potions were piled up like mountains.

The quantity was so large that it amounted to tens of thousands of bottles.

"So many?" Chu Feng was slightly taken aback.

He thought of the Zheng family's wealth, but he didn't expect there to be so many magic potions.

Most of them are S-rank potions, and there are hundreds of them even among demigod-level monsters.

Especially the dozens of bottles of magic potions.

It emitted a strong purple light, and wisps of demonic souls rippled around it, revealing an aura of divine power.

I did a rough count.

Eight hundred bottles of demigod-level monster potions and sixty bottles of god-level magic potions.

Chu Feng casually picked up a bottle of demigod potion and poured it into his mouth.

The power of the moon goddess within his body was instantly absorbed.

After being purified by the Holy Spirit.

The power increased by only a tiny bit.

He is currently at the peak of S-rank, with his physical strength at Sequence Six.

The demigod-level potion was no longer of much help to him.

If one absorbs these hundreds of bottles of demigod potions, one's strength will also reach the demigod level.

That's really too wasteful.

If it could be devoured by its own monster, it would be even more useful.

His gaze fell upon the divine potion.

He couldn't help but feel a sense of anticipation.

These potions are his real target.

However, Chu Feng did not keep it all for himself.

He understood deeply that if he relied solely on himself, he would eventually find himself on the opposite side of all humanity.

As his ally, we certainly can't be stingy.

He casually took out ten bottles and tossed them to Bai Yan.

"For me?" Bai Yan was stunned.

He hadn't expected Chu Feng to be so generous. This time, he hadn't done anything at all, yet he was rewarded with ten bottles of divine-grade magic potions.

"There will be more in the future!" Chu Feng said nonchalantly, with an indifferent attitude.

Bai Yan wanted to refuse, but each bottle of divine-grade magic potion was extremely rare, and even the Bai family could only collect five bottles.

After thinking for a moment, he carefully put it away.

"Old Huang! Here you go!" Chu Feng took out ten more bottles and threw them over.

"Uh...!" Old Huang didn't mince words and immediately put it away.

In his heart, this was a filial act from his good grandson, and he couldn't let him feel hurt.

"What about mine?" Chu Daoxuan reached out his hand to ask for it.

"Old Chu! We're like brothers, what's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine!" Chu Feng rolled his eyes.

I never expected my father would ask for something in return.

"Alright!" Chu Daoxuan was somewhat helpless, but not angry.

Everything she does is for her son!

He didn't care about a mere magic potion; he was just joking.

There are forty bottles of divine potions left.

Chu Feng rubbed his hands together, his eyes burning with desire.

"I wonder how much of a change these things will bring to me?"

He opened a bottle and poured it down his throat.

"Gurgle!"

A cool sensation swept down my throat.

His aura instantly intensified a hundredfold.