Chapter 20: Self-Sufficiency: Emptying the Treasury Pavilion

"Kasina?" Nan Feihuang looked at the large map of the room, finally finding the general location of this small village on the border of Star Luo. "To think it's in such a remote place; it seems this Min Clan is truly poor enough."

"Yes, the reason they chose to settle there is precisely because the cost of living is lower," Xun Yu said. "Back then, after the Four Single-Attribute Clans were abandoned by the Clear Sky Sect, they all suffered heavy casualties under the encirclement and suppression of the Spirit Hall. Since then, they have lived apart in different places, barely hanging on."

"However, the other three clans—the Power Clan excels at forging, the Yu Clan excels at construction, and the Po Clan excels at alchemy. Only the Min Clan has no other advantages besides speed. Although they are naturally adept at intelligence gathering, unless they join a certain force, who would dare let someone not belonging to their own faction deliver intelligence? They have no extra income at all."

"And Bai He is very aloof; he does not allow clan members to accept subsidies from the Spirit Hall. If not for the constant support from the Po Clan, they would have collapsed long ago."

Hearing this, Nan Feihuang sighed, "Sigh, for a clan, being able to produce a Spirit Saint in the past, even if it didn't lead to the clan's rise, would at least ensure they had no worries about food and clothing. But the Min Clan at least possesses a Spirit Douluo, yet because they offended the Spirit Hall, they are almost bankrupt. Truly pathetic."

"However, their miserable state also gives us an opportunity. Xun~ Yu, come with me."

Nan Feihuang led Xun Yu toward the palace's Treasury Pavilion; recently, he finally discovered a loophole in the curse of Xun Yu's name.

He discovered that only when his name was called consecutively would Xun Yu turn into 'Gou Huo', so as long as the two characters were separated, he could call it correctly.

Thus, Nan Feihuang dragged out the first character. Although it was a trick, he finally managed to call Xun Yu's name correctly. However, for convenience, Nan Feihuang decided to call him by his other name instead. After all, Xun Yu's courtesy name is Wenruo. Although Douluo Continent doesn't have this way of addressing people, he would just treat it as a private nickname between him and him, just like E Lai.

"My Lord, it is still too early to subdue the Min Clan, and it cannot be done," Xun Yu reminded him. During this period, Nan Feihuang suddenly sent people to pay attention to the Four Single-Attribute Clans, and he thought he had taken an interest in these forces.

Although Nan Feihuang shared a lot of information from the original story with Xun Yu, it was not comprehensive.

Some things were still forgotten.

For example, what he was truly interested in was not the Min Clan, but the treasure in Bai He's hands: the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng!

"Wenruo, the Min Clan has the Immortal Grade Herb I need most right now, the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng. This immortal herb has the power to seize the creation of heaven and earth. In terms of recovering from injuries and conditioning the body, even the immortal herbs in the Ice and Fire Yin Yang Well can hardly find any that surpass it. With this herb, I have one hundred percent confidence in curing my mother's injuries and helping her break through to the Title Douluo realm. Her coughing has been getting more and more severe lately. I am afraid that the stagnant blood in her body has not dissipated and hidden injuries are accumulating. If not treated as soon as possible, she will not only be unable to break through the bottleneck, but it may also affect her lifespan," Nan Feihuang said worriedly.

After coming to this world, the most important person to him was his mother, Lan Xue; no one could compare to her.

Therefore, he must cure Lan Xue's injuries.

Xun Yu understood, "So that's it. My Lord's true goal is not to subdue them, but the Immortal Grade Herb in their hands."

"This is feasible. The Min Clan is extremely short of money; using a large sum might be able to purchase it."

"That is indeed so. However, we must also grasp the timing. Yang Wudi has an excellent relationship with the Min Clan, and he knows the true value of the Crystal Blood Dragon Ginseng. If he intervenes, it will be difficult to handle. Fortunately, that fellow Bai He has been hiding it from him because he is worried about his family's treasures being swindled away. We must take advantage of the time when Yang Wudi is not with the Min Clan to get the immortal herb and create a fait accompli," Nan Feihuang laughed.

While speaking, the two had already arrived at the Treasury Pavilion.

Ever since Nan Tianchen took the throne, he had strived for frugality, and Lan Xue had also taught Nan Feihuang from a young age not to spend money recklessly, so Nan Feihuang didn't have much in the way of assets saved up.

There was no other way; he could only be self-sufficient.

The Gu Lei Kingdom royal family had two pavilions: one was the Treasury Pavilion, and the other was the Treasure Pavilion.

Nan Feihuang could enter the Treasury Pavilion as he pleased and take whatever he liked, because the things here were just some antiques, famous paintings, gemstones, and the like.

To a Spirit Master, they were flashy but useless, but if put on the market and sold to collectors, they could still fetch a lot of money.

The other Treasure Pavilion could only be entered by Nan Tianchen and Lan Xue, the King and Queen.

That was where the true treasures of the Gu Lei Kingdom were kept, such as soul bones. After all, it was a country. Although the Gu Lei Kingdom was not as wealthy as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect to the point of not lacking soul bones, it wasn't to the point of having none at all.

There were still two or three ten-thousand-year-level items in stock.

There were also four or five thousand-year-level ones.

If Nan Feihuang couldn't get good ones himself in the future, Nan Tianchen would take these out for him to absorb.

"Snap!" Nan Feihuang snapped his fingers, "Wenruo, move it all!"

"Yes, My Lord!" Xun Yu summoned his subordinates.

Although he was a child, the soldiers he summoned were all in adult form. Besides being used for combat, these people had many other uses. Many things that were inconvenient for a child to handle could be done by them.

More than twenty blade-wielding servants quickly emptied the entire Treasury Pavilion, placed the items into a Storage Soul Guidance Device, and then took them to the auction venue.

By the time Nan Tianchen learned of this, all the treasures had already been exchanged for money by Nan Feihuang.

He obtained eight million Gold Soul Coins.

It made Nan Tianchen so angry that he clutched his chest and gasped for air.

"Unfilial son!" One must know that as a generation of monarchs, he was also a collector of treasures. In that Treasury Pavilion, there were many famous paintings and thousand-year-old antiques that he had collected with great difficulty.

If this brat liked them, taking one or two to play with would be fine, but did he have to empty the whole place? And sell it all!

"Alright, alright, aren't they just things to look at? You also know that Huang'er has never been a person without a sense of proportion. He suddenly needs so much money; there must be a reason. Don't be angry anymore." Lan Xue gently stroked her husband's chest to soothe him.

But seeing that Nan Tianchen was still in a huff, calling him an unfilial son over and over, Lan Xue frowned, "If you continue to be angry at Huang'er, then I won't be happy either. *Cough cough*..."

Hearing his wife cough, Nan Tianchen hurriedly said, "Xue'er, don't be impatient. The imperial physician said you shouldn't get angry, lest the fire of anxiety attack your heart. I won't be angry at Huang'er anymore."

"You are right. Aren't they... aren't they just some little trinkets? I don't care!" To comfort his wife, Nan Tianchen held back his bitter tears.

Actually, Nan Feihuang could understand Nan Tianchen's mood at this moment. It was like a shut-in who had worked hard to collect a full set of figures, only for a brat to come over as a guest one day, think they were good, and take them all away.

How could this breath be swallowed so easily?

But for his mother, Nan Feihuang could only wrong this old father of his.

(End of chapter)