The private golden elevator inside the Nine-Heavens Artifact Pavilion ascended with a smooth, rhythmic hum.
Floor by floor, the building unfolded like a vertical palace of immortal treasures.
The first three floors displayed standard spirit-swords, flying talismans, and defensive armors for ordinary rogue cultivators.
The fourth through seventh floors housed rare array disks, beast-taming saddles, and flying boats crafted for sect elders.
Finally, with a soft chime of celestial bells, the bronze elevator doors slid open onto the VIP Ninth-Floor Treasury.
The entire floor was built from fragrant purple sandalwood and white star-jade. Floating crystal cases lined the room, bathed in soft, protective formations that cast shimmering halos across the vaulted ceiling.
“Welcome to the ancestral vault,” Lin Xiaoxiao said, her voice filled with pride. “For thirty years, Manager Zhao and the Situ Clan kept these items hidden. They refused to sell them to honest working cultivators, reserving them only for the spoiled young masters of Mount Kunlun.”
Master Lu Tie and five senior smiths stepped forward, their leather aprons clean and their eyes glowing with craftsmen’s reverence.
