Myriad Realms Gatekeeper

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In general,

such treasures are extremely rare, and it's already an accomplishment to produce one in combat.

Moreover, they are usually only brought out in desperate, life-saving situations.

...Yet, Tu Fusheng casually used them.

"Isn't the answer simple? The Nangong Family is wealthy," Tu Fusheng said.

The flames died down, then flared up again.

There were eighteen instances of Divine Punishment in total.

Saintly Honor's clothes were half burnt, his body covered in soot, gasping for breath restlessly.

"Are you done?" he asked.

"Seems like they're all used up," Tu Fusheng scratched his head.

"It's my turn," Saintly Honor said through gritted teeth, his hands forming a Technique Seal.

Silently, Tu Fusheng took out a deep blue porcelain jar and lightly wiped its rim with his hand.

Instantly, dazzling light burst from the jar, condensing into contract characters in the void.

"A one-time Cosmic Divine Beast combat Summoning Contract!"

Someone exclaimed.

—When a powerful Cosmic Divine Beast is short on cash, it will provide a chance to assist in return for money, which is sold to the major powers in this form.

Once the porcelain jar is used, the Divine Beast will arrive to help in combat.

Limited to one use.

"Enough!" Saintly Honor shouted angrily, "Are you going to fight or not? Is this amusing to you?"

"You're the one who wanted to fight," Tu Fusheng said.

"I wanted to fight with you, not with these treasure items!" Saintly Honor said frantically.

Tu Fusheng waved his hand casually.

Dozens of blue porcelain jars floated around him in the void.

—This meant that the battle to come would essentially be a group fight.

Should he activate all the jars at once, the fight could come to an immediate end!

"I can't personally engage—my physical strength must be reserved for serving the Nangong Family, how can it be wasted on you when you're not even paying."

Tu Fusheng stood with his hands behind his back, his demeanor proud.

"Does the Nangong Family really spend money so freely?" Saintly Honor probed.

"Isn't my Young Master training at your place? What do you think?" Tu Fusheng retorted.

Saintly Honor hesitated.

Every move of Nangong Wantu was monitored by him.

He knew very well what Nangong had done.

...He really did love to spend money.

So,

Will the fight continue?

Saintly Honor glanced at the several dozen one-time Cosmic Divine Beast summoning items, then turned his gaze back to Tu Fusheng.

Tu Fusheng casually fiddled with the Space Ring on his hand.

—He likely had more tricks up his sleeve.

Countless thoughts flashed through Saintly Honor's mind.

Continuing the fight now would yield no advantage.

Unless he called upon the sleeping Cosmic Demon Masters from the Demon Abyss.

But doing that would require the slaughter of all the onlookers, and then Tu Fusheng too, to prevent any leaks.

Was it necessary to make such a spectacle?

To kill everyone, and when the Demon Masters asked why, to say it was all to test a disciple's backing.

Such justification was absurd.

In reality—

If Nangong Wantu didn't enjoy showing off so much, he himself wouldn't bother paying attention.

And now he could rest easy.

Money is also a form of strength.

Based on the financial status of Nangong Wantu and Tu Fusheng alone, one could infer the magnitude of the forces behind them.

There are so many Hidden World Families in the universe.

How could he have the time to investigate them all?

"Tu, if you keep relying on external items, your actual strength will regress."

Saintly Honor said indifferently.

"How can having money make one's strength regress?" Tu Fusheng curiously asked.

"Because—"

Saintly Honor barely began his sentence when he saw Tu Fusheng take out a fruit and gobble it down in one bite.

After consuming the fruit, slight fluctuations of strength intensified around Tu Fusheng.

—That fruit was a heaven-defying treasure!

"Keep talking, why did you stop?" Tu Fusheng, mouth full with another fruit, earnestly pressed.

Saintly Honor's face twitched.

—What else could he possibly say?

"Hmph."

Saintly Honor, with disdain on his face, used a technique to clean his body and put on a new robe.

"Saintly Honor, are you leaving?"

Tu Fusheng asked.

"I came to exchange some pointers with you, but now, it seems pointless; you only know how to solve problems with money," Saintly Honor said with contempt.

"Ah—right, I remember something. My Young Master asked me to prepare some gifts for the Sect," Tu Fusheng suddenly recalled, slapping his forehead.

The void became still.

—If the servant ate and used things of such quality, the gifts for the Sect must be even higher level.

That was certain.

"Your Young Master indeed has a sincere heart; he's worth cultivating," Saintly Honor shifted his tone, speaking warmly.

"I'll send them over after I've finished selecting them."

Tu Fusheng's voice also conveyed sincerity.

"Sure, sure, you're welcome to visit. Actually, I've just acquired a new batch of tea, perfect for when you come."

"Haha, Saintly Honor, you really know how to make a guest feel welcome."

The atmosphere suddenly warmed.

"Well then—I shall take my leave now. Until next time."

"Mhm, until next time."

They bowed to each other.

Saintly Honor's figure flashed, vanishing into the void.

Elsewhere.

Shen Ye returned to his own cave dwelling.

He opened the Array Plate, set up multiple bans, and then began to rest.

Once his condition was at its peak—

He stood up, stretched out his hand towards the emptiness, and called out:

"Gate!"

A Seal Gate quietly appeared in front of Shen Ye.

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