The old man looked at MingYue with disbelief.
If it had been her, he wouldn't have found it strange, but MingHao was a different story.
"How can you be so sure about that?"
"Because I will make sure of it," MingYue replied confidently.
With Vesa and Alex's technology, MingYue knew it was just a matter of time before she became immortal and advanced to realms beyond their comprehension.
After all, a Progenitor was a being beyond their understanding.
"Alright, I will do it.
Now, let me fulfill my first promise."
Seeing the old wisp of a soul start to kneel down made MingYue appreciate him more.
He didn't go back on his word despite the age difference.
She turned her gaze back to the door and said, "Forget it, Gramps.
After all, you are still my ancestor, and it's not like you had a hand in what happened to me.
Just make sure you fulfill your promise."
I will place some restrictions on his soul later, so if something happens to your brother, his soul will perish.]
[This will guarantee he doesn't have any strange ideas.]
MingYue agreed, even though she knew it was impossible for this old man's wisp of a soul to take over her brother's body, and he seemed to be a respectful man.
It was always better to have a contingency plan.
It didn't take long for the formation to completely fall under MingYue's control.
The first thing she did was turn off the teleportation formation, making sure the patriarch and the main family couldn't use it to return.
Right now, she didn't have plans to enter the central region.
She wanted to focus on building up the Sect and their own force.
MingYue had already felt the benefits of standing on her own feet, compared to living in the Sect, where she had to adhere to the rules, no matter how nonsensical they were.
She also had limited freedom in that place and needed to fight for resources.
Afterward, she still needed to share the resources with the Sect.
She could try to monopolize them, but if found out, she would be punished harshly.
Compared to now, she still needed to fight for resources, but she had total control over them.
MingYue then went to the treasury, the one that the patriarch had access to.
As she had expected, there were no high-level artifacts left, only some mortal-grade artifacts, the best being low earth-grade artifacts.
There were also many pills to help build up the foundation, but compared to the artifacts, their grade was worse; the best were only at mortal middle grade.
Just like secret techniques, pills and artifacts were separated into many grades: Mortal, Earth, Mystic, Celestial, Heaven, and Ancient.
The artifacts in the room were a mix of weapons and armor, with many storage rings.
There were many weapon types, from swords, axes, and spears to maces.
MingYue then took it all, emptying the whole vault.
This made the old man's spirit want to cry, seeing his Sect robbed without being able to do anything.
He knew MingYue would use it for her own Sect; this meant the Xueqi family would go bankrupt today.
She then walked toward the other secret vault, the one hidden from the patriarch.
Inside, the room was smaller; she found three rows of racks.
Two racks were filled with pill bottles, and the other had a few jade scrolls on it.
The old man had a proud look on his face, seeing the Sect's true treasure.
As long as they had these, he was sure they could rise up again.
He then started pointing at the jade scrolls, "See those?
We have one celestial middle-grade secret technique.
The rest are at least at Earth upper grade, and some Mystic low grade."
He then pointed at the pill rack, "We even have Mystic-grade pills to help boost your cultivation without many side effects.
Does it change your mind now?
I don't believe you're not interested in this."
But the old man's expression fell when he saw MingYue, who didn't even glance at them.
Her eyes were instead focused on the weapons displayed on the opposite side of the racks.
For her, all those had no value.
Vesa could modify any technique with her knowledge from Eldonia, enhancing it to the Ancient grade.
As for cultivation resources, she didn't need any.
MingYue just needed to absorb more life force.
As a progenitor, there were no downsides to her doing this.
On the wall, there were only three weapons on display, with a few pieces of armor placed on top of a table.
With a glance, MingYue could tell the armor was carved with formations and made from special materials.
"That is our family's special product.
In the past, our family patriarch was a blacksmith..."
But MingYue cut the old man's words short.
What is the ability of this armor?"
The old man felt he would cough up blood already if he had a real body, as MingYue still showed no amazement.
This also made him suspect MingYue had obtained an incomplete immortal inheritance.
"The formation carved into it gives the armor the ability to change its appearance and makes its weight only one-tenth of the normal one.
It also provides some protection for the user from soul attacks.
This armor is at least Mystic low grade," he explained with displeasure.
"Hmm... not bad to use for a while," MingYue mumbled, then took it all into her storage ring.
She felt it was not much since it was only at Mystic grade level.
She was sure it wouldn't take long for her to reach that level and meet even stronger enemies that would render this armor useless.
If she knew that life force could regenerate her body, too, she would find the armor even more useless.
She then looked toward the weapons mounted on the wall.
In the middle was a pair of twin swords.
MingYue could feel cold qi emanating from them.