While the Jade River Exchange and their alliance were trying to destroy the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
The Thousand Wealth Chamber had begun the next phase of their plan. With Mad Lion finding the Sky Light Caterpillar, they could start producing storage artifacts.
Everyone knew the wealthiest group. They were the chamber who had tight control of the production of the storage pouch.
For every cultivator, a spatial pouch was indispensable. Even though most of the spatial pouches had limited space, it wasn’t something boxes nor carriages could be compared with.
The ease and accessibility made it a must-have for everyone.
Therefore, every year, the force behind the spatial pouch makes billions in wealth.
Many had tried to recreate the spatial pouch but all failed, and those who came close to producing it mysteriously disappeared.
And now, Mo Jian was venturing into it.
Dangerous, of course, but as a businessman, how could he let the danger deter him?
Using the hidden tunnel, the Thousand Wealth Chamber deployed their people to catch the Sky Light Caterpillar.
Apart from that, Mo Jian sent Zhao Tian back to the Western Region to make preparations for the cultivation of the Sky Light Caterpillar.
Also, the production of the storage pouch would be done in the Western Region.
Although the Thousand Wealth Chamber had many properties across the Southern Region.
This was something that could not be leaked. Not unless they become strong enough to withstand the hegemony forces that control the spatial pouch production.
While this was going on, Mo Jian did not forget the danger his chamber was in. He sent a message to the Xu clan.
The Xu clansmen arrived at the Southern Region but spread out. An assassin clan, they could blend and hide in the shadows.
To counter any attack, Mo Jian had them in every city.
He was ready for anything. Both in the open and in the dark.
In the capital, the tension continued to mount on the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
Unknown to their enemies, they were too busy to care about the gossip and rumors flying around the city.
After a week of trying to force the Thousand Wealth Chamber out of their shell, their enemies could not hold back any longer.
A group of men dressed in black, their faces hidden behind haunting ghost masks, suddenly appeared on the street.
They marched menacingly toward the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
The crowd’s panic instantly erupted– pedestrians screamed and scrambled in all directions, desperate to find safety.
Heart pounding, people trembled with fear, sensing the threat of violence looming.
The ominous display of power chilled everyone to their bones, knowing that such a brazen act meant one thing–blood was going to flow.
Murmurs of terror spread like wildfire, as the once-bustling street descended into silence.
The silence was deafening, and thick tension could be cut with a knife.
As for the guards patrolling the street, they were nowhere to be found.
The group walked confidently and when they were only a few feet from the Thousand Wealth Chamber, they unsheathed their weapons.
Their aura erupted like tidal waves.
Those hiding behind closed doors, peeping through the window holes, sucked in a cold breath, their backs drenched in cold sweat.
The group consisted of only Core Refining Warriors and those in the lead were Peak Core Refining Warriors.
This is the end of the Thousand Wealth Chamber, they thought.
Where did such a powerful force come from?
While their intimidating aura blanketed the street, a creak came from the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
Instantly, everyone shifted their gaze to the Thousand Wealth Chamber.
Suddenly, a team marched out. Each of them clads in light armor, their weapons gleaming under the bright sun.
The hidden spectators screamed in their minds. Since the arrival of the Thousand Wealth Chamber, they’ve never seen such a powerful force inside the chamber.
Where did they come from?
Right now, that was not the most important thing. Warriors from the Thousand Wealth Chamber unsheathed their weapons and walked toward their enemies.
They might be quiet, ignoring all the provocation, but that does not mean they fear battle.
No. No. It was otherwise.
These were men that lived their lives on the edge. Before working for the Thousand Wealth Chamber, they had all come close to death so many times they’ve gotten used to it.
Yet, some good-for-nothing runts dare to challenge them.
"Kill!" A cold woman’s voice came from the Thousand Wealth Chamber warrior.
"Kill! Today, we’re going to destroy the evil chamber." The man leading the enemy’s attack shouted.
The deafening sound of battle echoed on the street, buildings destroyed, craters appeared on the road.
Blinding sword strikes streaked through the street. Various martial skills were deployed.
None were fancy. They had only one purpose – kill.
The first victim fell; blood spurted from his mouth. He fell on his knees, holding his chest.
His chest was pierced by a deadly spear.
Without hesitating, the man retracted his spear and looked for his next target.
The enemies thought they had come prepared, but they were wrong. The Thousand Wealth Chamber was more terrifying than they imagined.
One of the enemiestried to parry an attack but the force sent him skidding back. His saber trembled, fear evident beneath his mask.
Both of them were Peak Core Refining Realm Stage 7 but there was a huge margin in their strength.
It was like he was fighting a Stage 8 warrior.
Before he could recover from the shock, a blinding light appeared before him.
His arm was severed, blood gushing out like a broken dam. He wailed, regret etched on his face, but it was too late.
"P-Please..." he muttered, but the woman in front of him stared at him coldly and plunged the sword deep into his heart.
She snorted and hit his dead body with a palm strike, sending him into god-knows-where.
She turned her eagle-like eyes and scanned the battlefield for her next victim.