Is the Treasure Land Right Beneath the Jiang Family Ye Qing's Mind is Blown

At the thought of the vast warehouse of gold and jewels his master had left for him, Ye Qing couldn't help but smirk.

A hundred tons of gold—what did that even mean? It was worth billions!

His master, who claimed to have lived from the late Qing dynasty to the present day, had supposedly carried these treasures out of the Qing imperial palace, personally gifted by Empress Dowager Cixi herself. Among them were countless priceless calligraphy works, paintings, and porcelain pieces.

All of it was hidden in a secret cave dwelling somewhere in the capital.

Combined, these treasures were nothing short of a fortune beyond measure.

Ye Qing’s eyes quickly hardened with determination. He set off immediately—first stop, the capital.

Money was indispensable, especially for a martial artist like him. The resources needed for cultivation, including medicinal herbs for pill refining, required a staggering amount of wealth.

Under the cover of the pitch-black night, Ye Qing’s figure gradually vanished into the darkness.

Unbeknownst to him, however, a shadowy figure clad in black had been silently following him the entire time.

...

Ye Qing moved swiftly, arriving in the capital within hours.

In his hand was a compass, its needle spinning wildly.

Following its guidance, Ye Qing slowly traced his way forward.

“Almost there… less than 500 meters now. But why does this place feel so familiar?”

He frowned in confusion. He had the strangest sense that he’d been here before.

But this was his first time stepping into the secular world!

Soon, he realized where that familiarity came from.

“Huh? We’re here?”

Ye Qing looked up—and his expression instantly twisted in horror.

Before him stood an imposing, majestic gate.

Two stone lions crouched on either side, while three enormous plaques hung above the entrance:

[Jiang]

[Home of the Top Scholar]

[First Under Heaven, Supreme Martial Leader]

“The Jiang Family?!”

Ye Qing’s mind shattered.

After all this searching… he’d circled right back to the Jiang Family?!

Was this a damn death sentence?!

Suddenly, he remembered the single word his master had written in his palm before he left the mountain:

Jiang.

Everything clicked.

So that was it!

His Ninth Master had left him a treasure hoard—buried right beneath the Jiang Family’s estate in the capital! No wonder he’d written that single character!

“Damn it all! It’s right within reach…”

Ye Qing’s face twisted as if he’d eaten something vile. This was a fortune beyond imagination!

“But at least… it seems the Jiang Family hasn’t gotten their hands on it yet. The feng shui here hasn’t been disrupted.”

Ye Qing’s Third Master was an old Taoist priest, a true inheritor of celestial arts. Having learned a thing or two about feng shui from him, Ye Qing could tell that the treasures remained untouched.

Which meant he still had a chance!

But now came an even bigger headache—how the hell was he supposed to retrieve the treasure right under the Jiang Family’s nose?

Because this wasn’t just about gold and jewels. His master had left behind priceless elixirs and medicinal herbs, all of which he desperately needed!

After much deliberation, Ye Qing settled on a bold plan.

“I’ll dig a tunnel.”

It was the only way. If he tried to negotiate openly with the Jiang Family, they’d undoubtedly hoard everything for themselves.

......

The next morning.

Under Jiang Che’s “meticulous nurturing,” Chen Ningshuang’s cultivation broke through yet another minor realm.

Her strength now teetered on the edge of the late-stage Grandmaster level!

Only after fully stabilizing her breakthrough did Chen Ningshuang drift off to sleep with a satisfied smile.

“Tsk tsk tsk… my poor back. Almost couldn’t take it.”

Jiang Che rubbed his waist, joking to himself.

With his current strength, he could probably “ascend in broad daylight” without breaking a sweat—there was no way he’d actually struggle.

...

Meanwhile, Yu Wan'er and Ye Mengyao were lazing in bed again.

“Sleeping in again?” Jiang Che chuckled and shook his head.

Girls like Ye Mengyao and Yu Wan'er, still in school, adored sleeping late. Now that they were free from academic pressure, their days consisted of nothing but fun and naps.

They’d sleep straight through until noon if left unchecked.

“Meow~ meow~”

Su Mianmian padded over on delicate cat paws, brushing against Jiang Che’s leg. These days, she hardly ever brought up the topic of Transformation Pills anymore—or rather, she’d come to accept her feline fate.

Sure, Jiang Che could turn her human again… but the cost was absurd!

A single Transformation Pill cost hundreds of millions. At that price, it was cheaper to buy her life outright! Might as well treat that one brief transformation as a fleeting dream.

Jiang Che bent down and scooped her up, studying the fluffy Ragdoll in his arms.

“Su Mianmian, I met an adorable little cat not long ago. Gave her a Transformation Pill, ended up with the cutest little catgirl. I’ll introduce you two someday.”

Su Mianmian’s fur immediately puffed up in outrage.

[Jiang Che!!! You gave another stray a Transformation Pill before me?!]

“What’s wrong? Jealous?” He smirked.

[Pfft! As if! With all the women around you, have I ever been jealous? I just think it’s a waste!]

[Wait—was that cat a transmigrator like me?]

“Nope. Just a regular little tabby.”

[……]

[Jiang Che, you absolute monster! That cat didn’t even have human consciousness, and you turned her into a wife?! You’re worse than a dog!]

Su Mianmian’s worldview had been utterly shattered. This guy had zero morals!

“Oh? So you don’t want to transform anymore?”

Jiang Che grinned and opened his palm, revealing over a dozen pristine white pills, each radiating a potent medicinal aroma.

[……?!]

[How do you have so many Transformation Pills?! That’s—that’s billions worth!]

Su Mianmian was floored.

If Jiang Che’s earlier claim held—that each pill cost 200 million—then this handful was worth tens of billions!

“I improved the formula. The same amount of ingredients that used to make one pill can now produce an entire batch.”

Jiang Che smoothly fed her the lie.

After all, if she knew the true cost, she’d never dare ask again.

[!!!]

Instantly, Su Mianmian perked up. At this rate… each pill was only a few million?

Still expensive, sure—but a far cry from hundreds of millions!

And so… the scheming began.

[Jiang Che, you’re the best~~~ Transform me just once? Pleeease?]

[My heat cycle isn’t over yet… it’s been really uncomfortable lately~]

She rubbed against his legs insistently, purring like an engine.

Jiang Che: “……”

Too bad, little temptress. The tables had turned.

He ignored her pleas, content to simply stroke her fur.

Meanwhile, a message came through from Puppet No. 3, still tailing Ye Qing.

“Huh? Ye Qing’s digging a hole a few kilometers from the Jiang Family’s estate?”

Jiang Che frowned. What was this guy planning?

Planting mines?

Who the hell buried mines a kilometer away from their target?

“A tunnel? And it’s headed straight for the Jiang Family?”

He did a quick calculation—then laughed in realization.

“So that’s why he’s digging. His master’s treasure is buried right beneath the Jiang Family’s feet!”

Jiang Che's smile gradually turned sinister.

Well, isn't this... just perfect?