Ten minutes after Gu Changsheng’s golden brick rearranged Dean Hua Cong’s facial geometry on live inter-solar television. The heavy bronze elevator at the core of the Rose Tower descended to the deepest sub-basement vault.
While Holy Maiden Lin and the three thousand liberated Saintesses stood guard on the upper plaza. Watching Grandpa Fu weld the toothless, pig-faced Dean Hua Cong into a reinforced iron detention cart alongside Senior Instructor Liu. Gu Changsheng led his five children down to inspect the Harem Department’s ten-thousand-year Central Artifact & Contract Treasury.
At the bottom of the elevator shaft stood a pair of thirty-foot black metal doors carved with coiling pink succubus runes and sealed with nine interlocking Rank 8 Yin-Iron Chains.
“Careful with that door, Dad,” fourteen-year-old Ye Xiao warned, holding up his [Homework-First Bamboo Ruler Sword] and reading the confiscated treasury inventory ledger through his round spectacles.
“According to Dean Hua Cong’s private account book, this vault contains two completely different stockpiles stored on the same shelves.”
“First,” Ye Xiao pointed at the left column of the ledger, “there are five hundred billion high-grade spirit stones. Moreover, Ten thousand crates of pure medicinal herbs that the department extorted from the families of the kidnapped female cultivators.”
