The passion that had finally ignited wasn't so easy to extinguish!
An Yi wanted to force the issue, but was ultimately pushed back by Shen Muxuan, who insisted he brush his teeth before he could kiss her.
Forced into a corner, An Yi had no choice but to grab his toothbrush. He squatted on the attic balcony and brushed his teeth with frantic speed.
What's up with this girl? How did she get so strong?
An Yi muttered to himself inwardly.
Originally, while Shen Muxuan could crush a glass with her bare hands, without using her ice spiritual power, she couldn't really be considered a top fighter.
However, ever since resolving the troubles of her Heavenly Yin spiritual vein, her strength had skyrocketed.
As for her exact level of cultivation, even he couldn't quite figure it out.
"Brushing your teeth in the middle of the day?"
Bai Xiu's lazy figure sauntered over, raising an eyebrow as he asked.
Seeing Bai Xiu arrive, An Yi couldn't help but shoot him a glance: "You, what are you doing here in the middle of the day instead of sleeping?"
This guy really knew how to pick his timing.
Couldn't he see a major project was in the works here!
Bai Xiu chuckled lightly: "What, not welcome?"
An Yi waved a hand dismissively: "Take care, see you out."
"Tsk tsk, looted so much gold, where to put it all!" Bai Xiu said with a sigh, hands clasped behind his back.
"Brother, where are you going?!"
In the attic room.
Shen Muxuan was steeping tea to the side.
An Yi respectfully handed Bai Xiu a cup of water: "Brother, please!"
Bai Xiu took a couple of sips, glanced at him, and said calmly, "The Demonic Heaven Sect and Jade Mountain Sect are the richest, the Fire Ghost Sect is the poorest, the Blazing Sword Manor was all swords, but I pawned them, and then there's some silk, jewelry..."
An Yi frowned, raising a hand: "Get to the point. How much money was seized?"
"All added up, a rough calculation would be about three hundred thousand taels of gold, but that's just an estimate," Bai Xiu said thoughtfully.
"Holy crap! That much!"
An Yi was shocked.
Spending a night with a top courtesan cost about one tael of gold.
Calculating it that way, he could sleep with a top courtesan three hundred thousand times... terrifying!
Even an iron-clad courtesan couldn't withstand that!
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
The system's ill-timed voice rang out.
"Brother Bai, where's the money!"
An Yi patted Bai Xiu's shoulder, asking seriously.
Bai Xiu said, "Ning Er is watching over it. He said he's proficient in financial management, so I handed it to him."
"Bullshit!"
"Even a pig would be smarter than him."
An Yi was quite angry, waving a hand grandly: "Let's go, take a look!"
Arriving at the warehouse, An Yi was dumbfounded.
Gold!
It was all gold! Like mountains and seas, gleaming gold everywhere.
The direct impact of so much wealth made An Yi feel a bit dizzy.
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please repay immediately!
Ding! Host's outstanding debt is 2.034 billion. Please rep...
The system's voice in An Yi's mind seemed to have gone haywire, exploding incessantly.
But An Yi was already lost in this ocean of gold, hearing nothing.
"One, two, three, four... ninety-eight, ninety-seven, ninety-six, ninety-nine!"
Shen Muxuan extended her fingers, carefully counting the amount of gold.
She had worked as a cashier at a supermarket.
She considered herself to have some unique insight into numbers, but she simply couldn't count the gold before her.
In a corner of the warehouse, the floor was covered with sheets of white paper.
Ning Er sat on the ground, hair disheveled, eyes bloodshot, holding a brush, counting the gold over and over again.
Beneath him was a pile of fallen hair.
Bai Xiu walked over, patted Ning Er's shoulder, and asked, "Second brother, how's the inventory going?"
"Big brother..."
Ning Er suddenly snapped back to reality, staring blankly at him: "Big brother, what number comes after nine hundred and ninety-nine?"
Bai Xiu: "..."
Shen Muxuan, hearing this, happily raised her hand: "It's nine hundred and ninety-eight!"
An Yi: "..."
Looking at the table where Ning Er had covered the paper with the traditional Chinese characters for 'Nine Hundred Ninety-Nine', An Yi understood more than ever the importance of Arabic numerals.
Ning Er gripped his brush in thought: "After nine hundred and ninety-eight, the next one is nine hundred and ninety-nine... Hiss, that's not right!"
"No need to count. There are precisely fifty-seven thousand eight hundred and twenty-five taels of gold here!" An Yi said leisurely, hands behind his back.
Shen Muxuan was astonished, showing a look of admiration: "An Yi, you're amazing!"
"Simple."
The corners of An Yi's mouth curled into a roguish smile.
Because the system, eager for money, had already calculated it for him and automatically converted it into RMB.
"Alright then, I'll leave the money to you. After sorting it out, I'm going to sleep."
Bai Xiu said with a yawn.
He never liked trouble, so when Ning Er volunteered to manage the money, he handed it over without a second thought.
An Yi chuckled: "Don't worry, no problem leaving it to me!"
As he spoke, the money was credited, and An Yi's system balance reached a terrifying figure.
Of course, because the assets were looted by An Yi...
Suddenly, without warning, abruptly, and catching him completely off guard, it triggered the [Demon Fund]!
The gold doubled!
An Yi felt greatly relieved, but before he could rejoice, the system's voice immediately rang out.
Ding! Automatically repaying 2.034 billion! Host has good credit, please continue to maintain it!
Thus, An Yi watched helplessly as the number shrank drastically.
"Damn it! Stupid system!" Just like that, his over two billion was gone???
An Yi was furious; that was all money.
But fortunately, the remaining system balance was still quite pleasing.
It is known that one tael of gold from the immortal sects is approximately 30 grams.
According to the secular world's gold price, how much is over five hundred thousand taels of gold worth?
Such matters are for readers to calculate; An Yi never wastes time on boring questions like these.
"Use part of this money to repair the Azure Kite Pavilion first, then use another part to reward the brothers. Store the rest as reserve funds for the Asura Gate."
An Yi casually thought it through and made the allocation.
Beside him, Bai Xiu looked at An Yi in shock, his dead-fish eyes wide open.
This guy was possessed!
He wasn't taking a single penny for himself???
"Are you okay?"
Shen Muxuan carefully felt An Yi's forehead, and only after confirming he didn't have a fever did she slowly withdraw her jade-like hand.
An An Yi who wasn't greedy for money felt incredibly unfamiliar to her.
"Don't look at me with those strange eyes. As the master of the Asura Gate, everything must be for the sake of the sect," An Yi said seriously.
The corners of Bai Xiu's mouth lifted slightly as he looked at An Yi, feeling a wave of emotion.
Time tempers a person and makes them grow.
This kid was finally starting to act a bit like a sect master.
"Finished counting, let's go."
An Yi said with a carefree expression.
Joking aside, with the Demon Fund doubling it, why would he care about a few taels of gold?
Anyway, the Asura Gate was his. If he ran out of money on hand, he could just take more later.
Bai Xiu said thoughtfully, "What are your plans regarding the five major sects?"
"What plans?" An Yi raised an eyebrow.
"Leaving those mountain strongholds empty and going to waste would be a pity."
Bai Xiu said calmly.
Hearing this, An Yi pondered slightly: "You mean, continue expanding the Asura Gate?"
"Now we have the space, we're not short on money, we're just a bit lacking in manpower."
"I'm just making a suggestion. Whether to implement it or not is up to you next," Bai Xiu said with a shrug.
After thinking it over, An Yi said seriously, "Hmm, then I'll leave it to you."
"Get lost! I'm not doing it!" Bai Xiu shot him a glance.
Ning Er, hearing this, immediately perked up: "Your humble servant excels at recruiting talents. Perhaps—"
"When are Lin Chen and the others coming?"
An Yi mercilessly interrupted Ning Er's words and asked.
Bai Xiu thought for a moment: "Probably within the next couple of days."
Then let's wait for now and leave it to them. An Yi said seriously.
Bai Xiu said earnestly: That's what I think too.
The two exchanged a look, having reached a consensus.
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