This treasure vault should be heavily guarded normally, but today there wasn't a single person at the entrance.
Wu Er walked to the front of the treasure vault and shook his head to himself.
It's obvious that that old scoundrel Dong Zongshu specifically set up a place to vent his anger.
I just encountered Dong Liang when I came up here. He was surrounded by experts near the treasure vault, but now I don't see a single one.
However, since we're already here, why shouldn't we go in?
Although the vault was unguarded, the gate was still locked, which made it look more like a vault.
Wu Er looked at the door and said, "You old scoundrel, the door is locked. I don't have the key. How am I supposed to get in? Forget it, I'll just take my anger out on something else."
He wasn't just talking to himself; he knew that old rogue was watching from somewhere.
And this was proven by the fact that with a loud "bang," the lock on the door unlocked itself.
Is it really because you're afraid of taking your anger out on someone else?
Wu Er chuckled inwardly: He said he was free, but he was actually afraid of running off somewhere else.
Although I really wanted to go somewhere else, they had already opened the door and invited me to smash it myself, so it wouldn't hurt to not go in and take a look.
Why don't we just smash it?
Thinking of Wu Er, he stepped into the treasure vault, not needing to worry about any formations or traps.
If we were to create a formation that would be effective against immortals, we would probably have to destroy the entire Transcendent Sect to set up such a massive formation.
Entering the treasure vault, it was brightly lit.
Putting aside the lighting provided by those magical lamps, the light emitted by the treasures inside was dazzling enough.
Undeterred by the glare, Wu Er surveyed the treasure vault under the bright light.
Seeing him lower his head, he said disappointedly, "You think you can get rid of me with junk?"
For some insignificant people, the contents of the treasure vault would be absolute treasures, but for Wu Er, they were nothing but trash.
Perhaps because he was used to being domineering, he really thought that Wu Er would know when to back down.
Or perhaps they were too greedy, refusing to accept even a decent amount of compensation.
Wu Er dared to say that the mansions outside were worth more than this treasure vault, so it was better to just smash up houses outside.
To express his dissatisfaction, Wu Er said directly to the air, "You occupy so many resources and still try to fob me off with garbage. How interesting."
This time, there was no movement in the surrounding area, and Dong Zongshu did not respond at all.
Sure enough, this old scoundrel wouldn't let go of anything of value.
Wu Er chuckled lightly, his heart filled with contempt.
As for whether these immortals are intelligent, they are certainly very intelligent. Each of them has lived for over a thousand years and knows and understands everything.
But to say they're not smart would be to say they're truly stupid.
Despite being an immortal, his vision is rarely limited; perhaps this is due to the system in which he lives.
In the rigidly hierarchical world of cultivation, even the most intelligent people have very limited perspectives.
If our vision were not limited, we wouldn't have ended up fighting two hundred years ago.
Never mind, venting my anger is the priority.
Wu Er stomped his foot, and the treasure vault shook three times as a result.
Then various sounds arose, including the sound of iron breaking, the sound of ceramics shattering, and the sound of houses collapsing.
Accompanied by these sounds, Wu Er slowly walked out of the treasure vault.
Just after Wu Er left, there was another loud "boom," followed by a smell of dust, and the treasury of the Chaoran Sect collapsed.
The golden bricks and jade tiles, along with the magical treasures, were all shattered on the ground; there was nothing of any use left in the entire place.
Wu Er then said to the air, "Free garbage disposal, no money required."
Even though he smashed the treasure vault, Wu Er didn't want to leave.
He felt that these things were not enough to cover the cost and could not compensate for his junior brother's injuries.
Even minor injuries can't withstand that!
Looking at the cluster of red and green tiles in front of him, Wu Er reached out and tapped a few times among the mansions.
This is selecting the next victim... no, it should be the debtor.
After taking a few glances, Wu Er also chose his target, which was the largest courtyard. His target was that building.
The Chaoran Sect places great emphasis on lineage and status, so those who can live in such luxurious mansions on the upper floors are most likely related to Dong Zongshu, or perhaps even direct relatives.
Or is it that the old man had one of many sons?
The system of wives and concubines in the cultivation world is very chaotic. Dong Zongshu has lived for so long and has a large number of wives and concubines, so naturally he also has a large number of children.
I imagine he wouldn't object to me injuring one of President Dong's sons.
This time, Wu Er walked slowly, but instead of walking slowly, he teleported to the front of the house in a flash.
As an immortal, one must have magnanimity and manners.
Wu Er pulled the door knocker, knocked three times lightly, and then asked, "Is anyone home?"
After saying this, a while passed, and then there was no sound coming from inside the room.
That's not surprising. No one in the house can greet you, so it would be strange if a sound came out.
Since he remained silent, Wu Er used his divine sense to scan the room.
Upon learning that someone was home, and that the person looked familiar...
Wu Eryi recalled that this person looked very much like Dong Liang, whom he had just knocked unconscious.
If they look so alike, they must be either father and son or uncle and nephew, which means they are related to President Dong by blood.
Wu Er coughed twice and said to the air, "I'm going to hit someone, aren't you going to stop me?"
With no one around and no unusual activity, this could be considered tacit approval.
They really value profit; they even allow their own descendants to be beaten.
"May you have good fortune upon opening the door!"
Wu Er shouted and then kicked open the closed door of the mansion.
Stepping inside, looking at the colorful decorations and the exquisitely laid-out garden scenery, two words came to Wu Er's mind.
decay!
Such luxurious decorations, and unnecessary furnishings for cultivators, are nothing short of decadence.
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