The green glow of nine hundred Sovereign Jade Cores lit the bronze vault like an emerald palace.
Deacon Vane stacked the final chest of one hundred jade cores from the supply carts in a neat, symmetrical ring around Kaelen’s velvet cushion.
One thousand polished green stones formed a waist-high wall of pure, crystalline wealth.
Each core was filled with dense, semi-liquid spiritual essence, vibrating with the concentrated energy of a high-grade dragon vein. Together, they held exactly one hundred billion Qi units—the equivalent of one hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones.
Deacon Vane ran his fingers over the top row of stones, his spectacles catching the vivid green light.
“One hundred thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones,” Vane murmured in a reverent whisper. “A common provincial sect could operate for five hundred years on this much wealth. And you intend to inhale it all before lunch, young master?”
“Inhaling it is much tidier than carrying it around in sacks,” Kaelen replied smoothly.
He adjusted the sleeves of his linen bathrobe, settling comfortably into the center of the purple velvet cushion.
