Within the Burial Realm Ancient Ferry.
Endless thunderclouds that had been building for a hundred thousand years.
Were struck down by a single palm!
Rumble!
Billions upon billions of ancient thunderbolts.
Like a waterfall of lightning.
They engulfed the entire fleet.
The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
Rose from within Wang Hao on its own.
The gates to all nine levels.
Opened at the same time.
All the thunderbolts that fell.
Were frantically devoured by the pagoda.
Inside the gate to the first level.
Red lightning blazed to life.
The second level.
The third level.
All the way to the eighth level.
One enormous Thunder Phoenix after another.
Took shape deep within the pagoda gates.
Within the ninth level.
Two pairs of violet dragon eyes.
Slowly opened.
[The Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda has absorbed the ancient thunder of the Burial Realm!]
[The thunderous power of levels one through eight has been fully replenished!]
[A full-power attack from the ninth-level, Ninth-Realm entity is condensing!]
[Current number condensed: two!]
The ancient thunder of the Burial Realm.
No one knew how many years it had been accumulating here.
Now, it had all become nourishment for the Thunder Abyss Demon-Suppressing Pagoda.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales finally changed expression.
“You’re using the Mother Contract of Ten Thousand Merchants.”
“To draw down the thunder judgment of the Burial Realm?”
Wang Hao did not answer.
He raised a hand and beckoned.
The Heaven-Deceiving Realm Banner he had just obtained through a sign-in reward.
Unfurled in the wind.
There were no words on its pitch-black surface.
Only a constantly shifting sea of chaos.
The banner enveloped the fleet.
The coordinates of the Nine Provinces that the Mother Contract of Ten Thousand Merchants was about to transmit.
Vanished instantly.
Within Lu Qianjin’s body.
Every golden blood vessel snapped at once.
A-Li yanked him out of the core of the warship.
And slammed him onto the deck.
Lu Qianjin spat out blood.
His face was filled with disbelief.
“Impossible.”
“The Mother Contract of the Merchant Alliance.”
“How could it fail to find a complete world?”
Wang Hao said:
“Maybe it didn’t present a travel permit.”
[Three!]
[Two!]
[One!]
The final instant passed.
All one hundred and seven warships.
Shuddered at the same time.
Yet not one of them exploded.
The Merchant Alliance flags.
Shattered completely.
The Great Xia dragon banner.
Whipped proudly in the ancient sea of thunder.
The Heavenly Lord of the Scales stared fixedly at Wang Hao.
“Very good.”
“This old man will remember you.”
Wang Hao said:
“Your memory is pretty good.”
“For someone so old.”
“To still be able to remember people.”
Killing intent condensed into tangible force in the Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ eyes.
“You think hiding the world’s coordinates.”
“Will keep Great Xia safe?”
“Every item from the Merchant Alliance that you took with you.”
“Can become a trade route.”
“Of the two World Seeds you took.”
“One of them.”
“Was already assigned a price long ago.”
The golden giant scales gradually faded away.
Yet the Heavenly Lord of the Scales’ voice.
Continued to echo throughout the Burial Realm Ancient Ferry.
“Anything that has a price.”
“Belongs to the Deathless Merchant Alliance.”
“Your nation.”
“Your people.”
“Your life.”
“Soon, they too will be placed upon the scales.”
Wang Hao’s gaze suddenly turned cold.
He looked toward the center of the fleet.
The two complete World Seeds.
Had originally been sealed within a nine-layer formation.
Now.
The surface of one of the World Seeds.
Was slowly cracking open.
Deep within the fissures.
A golden eye.
Looked at Wang Hao through the formation.
Around the golden eye.
Were countless densely packed price figures.
The next moment.
The World Seed exploded.
A thread of extremely fine golden light.
Raced toward the Nine Provinces along the Imperial Dao River.
Wang Hao reached out and seized it.
But all he caught was the afterimage left behind by the golden light.
He stepped onto the very front of the fleet.
“Full speed ahead for the capital!”
All one hundred and seven warships.
Ignited their formations at the same time.
The Imperial Dao River pierced through boundless void.
The world of the Nine Provinces.
Finally appeared at the end of the river.
But what greeted the fleet.
Was neither the myriad lights of home.
Nor the dragon aura of its mountains and rivers.
At this moment, above the Nine Provinces.
Hung a black-and-gold giant scale whose ends could not be seen.
Above the head of every living being.
In every city across the Nine Provinces.
Was a string of icy price figures.
Zhao Ergou stood atop the walls of the imperial city.
Above his forehead.
The golden numbers had already dwindled to a single digit.
One copper coin.
And beside his ear.
A gentle voice repeated over and over.
“Sell ten years of your lifespan.”
“And you can live.”
“Sell your loyalty.”
“And you can become a Martial God.”
Zhao Ergou’s face was covered in blood.
He gripped the Great Xia dragon banner with both hands.
And spat toward the golden eye that covered the Nine Provinces.
“Over my dead body.”
Upon the Imperial Dao River.
Wang Hao raised his head.
All the prices above the heads of the people of the Nine Provinces.
Turned toward him at the same time.
Within the golden eye.
The voice of the Heavenly Lord of the Scales rang out slowly.
“Welcome home.”
“Your Majesty.”
The black-and-gold giant scales.
Covered the Nine Provinces.
Its beam stretched across the sky.
On one end rested the mountains and rivers of Great Xia.
On the other.
Hung a magnificent, illusory golden city.
Within the city.
Countless shops opened their doors at once.
Inside every shop.
Were densely packed transparent jars.
Some contained hearts.
Some contained bones.
Some contained souls.
And some contained worlds compressed to the size of fists.
At the entrance of each shop.
Stood a faceless merchant in a black robe.
They held abacuses in their hands.
And continuously called out prices.
“A Body-Tempering martial artist.”
“Worth thirty low-grade spirit stones.”
“A Meridian-Opening martial artist.”
“Worth two fifth-realm materials.”
“A seventy-year-old elder.”
“His lifespan is nearly exhausted.”
“Worthless.”
“A six-year-old child.”
“Pure vital energy and blood.”
“Worth one high-grade spirit stone.”
The icy voices.
Spread throughout every city.
The prices above the heads of the people of the Nine Provinces.
Continued to fall.
Each time they dropped.
A portion of their vitality.
Was siphoned away.
Some people turned white-haired overnight.
Some became shriveled and emaciated.
Some had wounds that had only just healed.
Split open once more.
On the northern frontier wall.
An old soldier who had lost his right leg.
Had only three copper coins left above his head.
Beside him.
A faceless merchant in a black robe.
Slowly materialized.
“Sell your military merits.”
“And you can exchange them for a new leg.”
The old soldier looked up.
“How do I sell my military merits?”
The black-robed merchant said:
“Forget all the comrades who died.”
“Forget that you ever fought for Great Xia.”
“From this day forward.”
“You are nothing more than a piece of merchandise belonging to the Deathless Merchant Alliance.”
The old soldier looked below the wall.
More than three thousand northern frontier soldiers were buried there.
They had died before Wang Hao ascended the throne.
And they had also died after Wang Hao ascended the throne.
The old soldier’s leg had been severed back then.
When one of his comrades carried him out of a mountain of corpses.
A demonic beast had bitten it off.
He smiled.
Then seized the spear beside him.
And thrust it through the black-robed merchant’s head.
“I’ve got a poor memory.”
“Go ask them whether they want to sell.”
The black-robed merchant’s body scattered.
Before long, it re-formed in the same place.
The price above the old soldier’s head.
Dropped from three copper coins.
To two.
The same thing.
Was happening throughout the Nine Provinces.
Some were promised cultivation realms.
Some were promised lifespans.
Some were promised that their dead loved ones could be resurrected.
Some had only to nod.
And they would receive something they could never obtain in their entire lives.
But the moment they agreed.
Their names would vanish from Great Xia’s census records.
Their bodies and souls.
Would both become merchandise of the Deathless Merchant Alliance.
Above the imperial city.
Zhao Ergou gripped the dragon banner.
Blood continued to drip from both his hands.
The price above his head.
Had fallen to a single copper coin.
The golden voice rang out once more.
“You are already a cripple.”
“The meridians in both your hands are severed.”
“You will never enter the Sky-Soaring Realm in this life.”
“Sell your loyalty.”
“The Deathless Merchant Alliance can make you a Martial God.”
Zhao Ergou bared his teeth in a grin.
“A Martial God?”
“Sounds pretty valuable.”
The golden voice grew gentler.
“As long as you put down the Great Xia dragon banner.”
“And kneel before the Deathless Merchant Alliance.”
“You can have everything.”
Zhao Ergou actually released one hand.
The golden eye in the sky.
Turned slightly.
The next moment.
Zhao Ergou raised his middle finger.
“Watch closely.”
“This is my answer.”
Boom!
The Imperial Dao River crashed into the sky above the Nine Provinces.
One hundred and seven black-gold warships.
Like one hundred and seven moving mountains.
They sailed out from the golden river.
The Great Xia dragon banners.
Covered half the sky.
“His Majesty is back!”
“It’s the Great Xia fleet!”
“His Majesty won!”
Countless commoners looked up.
Light returned to their dim eyes.
Zhao Ergou’s body swayed.
He nearly toppled from the city wall.
He saw Wang Hao standing at the very front of the fleet.
Only then did he finally relax his clenched hands.
He let the soldiers beside him take hold of the dragon banner.
“Damn it.”
“He finally made it back.”
“Otherwise, this banner of mine…”
“I really wouldn’t have been able to hold it any longer.”
Wang Hao stepped down from the warship.
The Imperial Dao River.
Quickly spread across the Nine Provinces.
Wherever he passed.
Strings of golden prices trembled violently.
But those prices did not vanish.
Instead, as if they had encountered their true target,
they all turned toward Wang Hao.
Millions.
Billions.
Trillions.
Countless golden numbers rose from every corner of the Nine Provinces.
At last, they converged above Wang Hao’s head.
But this time,
the golden numbers were not burst apart by the fortune of Great Xia.
Thin golden threads.
Linked the lives of every commoner.
To the prices above Wang Hao’s head.
If he forcibly destroyed those prices,
the commoners at the other ends of the threads
would die as well.
The silver-haired youth landed beside Wang Hao.
The New Son of Heaven Sword drew itself from its sheath.
“Master.”
“Let me cut down that eye.”
Wang Hao said,
“Don’t.”
“Why not?”
“If it dies…”
“The people who’ve been assigned a price will die too.”
The silver-haired youth looked up at the Nine Provinces.
The densely packed golden threads.
Nearly filled the heavens and earth.
The battle intent on his face.
Faded away for the first time.
“What do we do, then?”
Wang Hao did not answer.
His imperial soul.
Went directly to the skies above the Imperial Treasury.
A large number of treasures from the Third Secret Treasury.
Had yet to be truly moved into the Nine Provinces.
But the two complete World Seeds.
To prevent any accidents.
Had already been received by the Ministry of Revenue.
At this moment.
In the deepest part of the Imperial Treasury.
One World Seed floated there in silence.
Where the other World Seed had been.
Only a slowly turning golden eye remained.
Beneath the eye.
Countless black-gold blood vessels had taken root.
The blood vessels were connected to the spirit stones inside the treasury.
To the Great Xia Bank.
To the treasuries of every prefecture.
And finally, to every coin currently circulating throughout the Nine Provinces.
Outside the treasury gates.
An elderly official of the Ministry of Revenue knelt on the ground.
Behind him were several hundred Ministry officials.
“Your Majesty.”
“The World Seed was personally inspected and accepted by me.”
“I was also the one who ordered it moved into the treasury.”
“I failed in my duty.”
“Please punish me, Your Majesty!”
Wang Hao walked past him.
“Something that can grow an eye by itself…”
“Doesn’t count as a treasure.”
“It counts as an assassin.”
“An assassin infiltrated the treasury.”
“The responsibility lies with the person in charge of its transport.”
The elderly official froze.
“The person in charge of the transport was…”
Wang Hao said,
“Me.”
The old official lowered his head.
He did not say another word.
Wang Hao entered the treasury.
The instant he stepped through the gates,
a system notification appeared.
【A special sign-in location has been detected: Great Xia Central Treasury!】
【The treasury’s assets have surpassed the total value of a large-scale world!】
【The sign-in location has completed its promotion!】
【This sign-in location has not yet been used.】
【Would you like to sign in?】
“Sign in.”
【Sign-in successful!】
【Special item obtained: Wordless Imperial Covenant!】
【Wordless Imperial Covenant: Using the fortune of the nation as ink and the imperial soul as a brush, it can redefine one internal law of the dynasty. Duration: one quarter of an hour!】
【Sign-in intelligence updated!】
【Intelligence One: The source of the prices placed on all living beings is the bizarre artifact known as the Scales of All Life, ranked sixty-third among bizarre artifacts!】
【Intelligence Two: The Heavenly Lord of the Scales has planted the core of the Scales of All Life inside a World Seed. The core is connected to the Nine Provinces’ currency system. If the core is forcibly destroyed, the souls of all those who have been assigned a price will be annihilated!】
【Intelligence Three: Three conditions are required to assign a price: a currency that can circulate, a desire possessed by the one being priced, and someone willing to pay the purchase price!】
【Intelligence Four: The Heavenly Lord of the Scales is using the Nine Provinces as an anchor to descend across worlds. Estimated time until descent: one quarter of an hour!】
【Intelligence Five: The Wordless Imperial Covenant can temporarily alter the rules of currency, but it cannot eliminate the desires of living beings!】
Wang Hao extended his right hand.
A golden contract bearing no words.
Dropped into his palm.
The contract was as thin as a cicada’s wing.
Yet it seemed to carry the mountains and rivers of the Nine Provinces.
The elderly official of the Ministry of Revenue followed him inside.
“Your Majesty.”
“The spirit stones, copper coins, and banknotes circulating throughout the various regions…”
“They’ve all become the enemy’s medium.”
“If we immediately abolish all currency…”
“We can sever part of the connection.”
“But Great Xia’s livelihood will collapse at the same time.”
“Food will no longer be tradable.”
“Military pay cannot be issued.”
“The tax systems of the various provinces…”
“At the very least, they’ll be set back thirty years.”
Wang Hao asked,
“Can we abolish it for just one quarter of an hour?”
The old official froze.
“We can.”
“But after that quarter hour…”
“Restoring the value of the currency will require at least three months.”
Wang Hao said,
“Then abolish it.”
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