The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 844 - Long Wujin's Wealth

Normally, all the wealth of someone like Long Wujin would be confiscated.

The Council of Elders itself had planned to force open his vault, turning every item accumulated over the ages into resources to rebuild the war-torn Orthodox world.

It was a colossal fortune, but compared to the vastness of the entire Alliance, it would be little more than a drop in the ocean. Still, everyone wanted to ensure that nothing of his remained.

Fortunately, Tianjin, who still harbored the hope that Rou'er was alive, stopped them, preserving the vault as an inheritance for her.

For many years, he had resigned himself to the idea that he would guard that place forever, that he would never see Rou'er again, and that those riches would never find an owner.

Fortunately, he was wrong.

Rou'er was alive.

Silently, Tianjin guided Rou'er, Qingyi, and Qianyao through the corridors of his palace, his hands elegantly clasped behind his back and his eyes bearing a heavy expression, marked by memories that time had never managed to erase.

In the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance, there were about five supreme vaults, reserved solely for the sect's most important figures.

Their security was absolute, and the interior space was directly connected to their owners' spatial rings.

The Divine Blacksmith possessed one, Tianjin possessed another, and Wujin had also had his own. The remaining two remained empty.

"Ah… it's been quite a while since I've been here." Tianjin sighed, the sound echoing faintly off the polished jade walls.

Since the vault was linked to his own spatial ring, there was no need to descend all the way down there to retrieve or store his belongings.

Everything in that place had been sealed away for over a hundred thousand years.

Finally, Tianjin came to a stop.

After descending winding staircases and passing through seemingly endless corridors, the small group arrived before a massive gate, covered in seals that still pulsed with a soft, ancient light.

Tianjin opened it with a token and moved forward, entering a second corridor that extended in a T-shape.

There, five gigantic doors stood side by side, each emanating a suffocating pressure.

Tianjin walked up to the fourth door, his fingers gliding over the cold metal before unlocking it.

"It's all right," Qingyi murmured as he felt Rou'er's slight tremor, his hand resting gently on her delicate waist.

She nodded, trying to contain the emotions churning inside her chest.

For Tianjin, more than one hundred and fifty thousand years had passed since Wujin's death.

For Rou'er, however, it had been only a little over twelve years, since she had been somewhere between eight and ten when the Heavenly Demon attacked.

With her memory sharpened by her cultivation, she still remembered everything in vivid detail.

The fear.

The terror.

Her father's love.

Her mother's love.

When the gate finally opened, she shuddered.

The first thing her eyes took in was a small pink teddy bear, nestled in the embrace of two larger ones on a low shelf.

It was the birthday gift she'd received from her father when she was seven years old.

She was now a grown woman, planning to have children with the man of her life, but seeing that teddy bear there, still as adorable as the day she'd left it behind, brought a tender smile to her lips.

"The entire place has arrays that prevent items from deteriorating over time. Everything here is just as perfect as it was on the day it was locked away," Tianjin explained, stepping aside to let her enter.

Rou'er nodded and, alongside Qingyi, stepped into the vault.

It was… massive. At least a few square kilometers in size, with endless shelves holding the equivalent of millions of metric tons of cultivation resources.

Even all the wealth of the Cosmic Dawn Sect would amount to no more than 0.1% of what was stored there.

Rou'er ignored all that fortune, taking only the three teddy bears and, with a slightly flushed expression, storing them in her own spatial ring.

The next moment, her eyes fell upon a small picture frame resting nearby.

Her fingers froze in midair.

The image showed her as a child, with chubby cheeks, smiling beside her father and mother.

The glass was cracked, a web of fissures cutting across the photo in several places.

There was still hot blood there, along with distinct fingerprints staining the surface.

She could imagine what had happened.

After her mother had been murdered and her father had arrived at the scene, he had likely thrown the picture frame into his own spatial ring, just before completely losing his mind.

She clutched the portrait with a trembling grip, wiping her father's dried blood away with delicate fingers, her throat tightening as she ran her fingertips over the beloved face.

Gazing at the image for one more moment, she stored it in her own spatial ring.

As for the rest of the items, almost all of them were merely cultivation resources, holding little value for her.

Rou'er turned to Qingyi, walking toward him and wrapping her arms around him in a tight embrace, rubbing her face against her husband's firm chest as if seeking refuge there from everything she was feeling.

He remained silent, simply stroking her pink locks while offering her all the love and protection that, as a man, it was his duty to provide.

His steady eyes swept over the rest of the accumulated wealth. Reaching out, he let his spatial ring—a primordial-grade artifact with room for dozens of cubic kilometers of items—swallow everything in a single wave of light.

When his hand closed and returned to Rou'er's pink hair, he was now one of the richest men in the Celestial Heavens.

"Do you want to go to the world of the mind?" Qingyi asked softly.

Ruxue wasn't feeling well either because of the Heavenly Demon's announcement.

The two of them needed all the company they could get, and they knew exactly how to brighten each other's day.

Rou'er didn't hesitate, nodding in confirmation.

Soon, only Qingyi, Qianyao, and Tianjin remained in that silent hallway.

"Ah… I'll take care of your alliance registration and leave you two alone. I hope to hold my little grandchildren in my arms soon," Tianjin said with an amused smile, then withdrew, leaving only the young couple there.

The two exchanged glances, and in the next instant, soft laughs escaped their lips.

"Want to come see my room?" Qianyao asked, a mischievous twinkle dancing in her eyes as she leaned slightly toward him.