Shi Chun, sighing as he examined the banknote in his hand, said, "Exchangeable in all Six Realms? I've never heard of the Six Realms Bank. The term 'Six Realms' seems to include the Demon Realm, right? How long has the Demon Realm been extinct? Goodness, how many generations has it been since the Heavenly Court ruled supreme?"

Wu Jinliang chuckled, "The Demon Realm is too far, but at the very minimum, the Six Realms should include the Netherworld, which has been sealed for eight hundred years. When the old demon was first trapped here, the underworld must have still been accessible; that alone spans two or three dynasties. If there were hundreds of billions of Sandalwood Gold coins lying around, that'd be fine—the Qiankun Bracelet's space is large enough to hold them. But what's the deal with several hundred billion paper notes? Can you use paper money from the previous dynasty in this one? Would the banks outside even recognize them? Is this old demon trying to repay kindness with enmity?"

His laughter lacked any joy, filled with indescribable regret over a fortune that transcended time and space.

Shi Chun, reminded of the message on the jade slip, bent down to search the chest for any notes left by others who might have mistakenly entered this place, hoping to find more clues. However, the stacks of banknotes were tidy and clean, with nothing else.

He then upended the chest, pouring out all the banknotes, and methodically placed them back into the chest, carefully checking during the process. Still finding nothing, he couldn't help but sigh, "Over all these years, are we the first to wander into this place?"

Wu Jinliang said, "Worrying about that is pointless. Chun Tian, let's think about how to get out of here."

Shi Chun replied, "If he was able to find a place to hide his treasure, it's unlikely he hid it in this partition. It's more probable that there's a way out through here."

"Right, let's get out of here first."

Wu Jinliang chuckled and perked up, reaching to slip the bracelet onto his wrist, when he noticed Shi Chun extending his hand, gesturing for him to hand it over as if it was only natural that he should do so.

He was speechless but obediently handed over the bracelet.

He had no choice; in the East Nine Plain, the rule was that the Master would distribute the profits, and in the Land of Exile, this rule was undisputed. He was used to it.

Though they were no longer in the Land of Exile, Wu Jinliang wasn't a match for Shi Chun in a fight. Moreover, he was relying on Shi Chun to lead him out. Otherwise, even the most valuable of treasures would be useless, and he would end up suffocated like the old demon before him.

Shi Chun slipped the bracelet onto his wrist, and placed the Demon Book and other items into the chest, then stored everything into the Qiankun Bracelet, remembering the exact location this time.

Turning back, he pointed at Wu Jinliang's bulging pouch, "How did you manage to stuff everything in there? It's about to burst; you clearly haven't been up to any good. If we kill a couple more, where will you put their belongings? Hand over anything not immediately necessary; I'll keep it stored here."

After plundering them, Wu Jinliang had forcefully stuffed the belongings of Sun Shigang, Guan Wen, Yan Ji, and the other seven into his pouch. Unless it was an Extreme Crystal, anyone could tell at a glance that the items came from someone else's loot.

Having too much hanging off his waist was indeed troublesome, so Wu Jinliang first took off the black pouch holding several dozen Insect Extreme Crystals and threw it to Shi Chun. He then sat down on the steps, dumped the contents of his pouch, and began to sort through them.

The first item he took out was the Wind Scale, indicating to Shi Chun that he'd keep it on his person for emergencies before stuffing it back into his pouch.

He then selected some essential items to keep, and the rest he stuffed into a bag and tossed to Shi Chun.

Shi Chun collected these items into the Qiankun Bracelet. He took out a few things from his own pouch to store in the bracelet as well, including the Wind Scale. Wearing the Qiankun Bracelet made access to these items even more convenient than rummaging through a pouch.

The two, feeling lighter, turned to search for a way out. Shi Chun, having taken a few steps, suddenly paused and frowned, then turned back to look at the mummified old demon.

Realizing this, Wu Jinliang asked, "What's wrong?"

Shi Chun hesitated, "How is it that the clothes on the old demon still look as good as new? Forget antiquity; clothes from even a few hundred years ago shouldn't be this fresh. The clothes we loot in the Land of Exile tear after a few years of wear, I wonder how..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Wu Jinliang, eyes lighting up, had already darted to the bed, "Look at our brains, how could we forget to search its body? We've had it good for just a few days and already forgotten our roots."

He knelt on the bed, first examining the hem of the old demon's garment, then gave it a tug. Noticing something unusual, he "Hmm"-ed, and then gripped the clothing tightly in both hands, using a spell to forcefully pull.

Seeing this, Shi Chun quickly stepped up the platform to inspect. The garment was clearly abnormal.

Wu Jinliang's excitement grew as he found the fabric invulnerable even to his cast spells. He bowed to the old demon, "Elder predecessor, my apologies, but I need to remove your clothes."

With that, he grabbed the garment and hoisted it up, peeling it off the emaciated corpse, revealing silky fabric.

The undressed old demon had no other garments, perhaps the rest had rotted away long ago.

However, both brothers exclaimed in surprise, noticing a fuzzy, fluffy tail behind the old demon.

"Chun Tian, rats don't have tails like this. It's not a rat, and it doesn't seem like a fox. It has golden fur; what could it be?"

Shi Chun scrutinized the old demon's face, "It's so emaciated, we can't tell what it originally was."

Regardless, Wu Jinliang's focus returned to the garment. He drew out a short blade and tried to cut the fabric.

Just like Shi Chun, he too always carried a short blade.

No matter how he tried, the blade wouldn't cut through the fabric, so he tossed the garment back onto the bed, flipped the blade around, and started to jab it forcefully.

After jabbing, he picked it up to find it still perfectly intact.

Now, even Shi Chun's eyes were shining.

Wu Jinliang had already jumped off the bed, eager to don the garment. He didn't even bother to remove the Sandalwood Gold tied to his body. Once the garment was on, he found it embarrassingly small, squeezing him tightly, and his face instantly drooped in extreme disappointment.

He cast a spell and tugged at his clothes, sighing, "No matter what, these clothes are still pretty reliable."

Shi Chun, however, couldn't help but beam with joy—after all, this Treasure Robe was now his.

But his smile quickly froze on his face, eyes bulging as if he had just seen a ghost.

He watched as the tightly-bound clothes began to loosen, slowly growing larger until they perfectly matched Wu Jinliang's figure, then stopped moving altogether.

Looking at the length of the garment, then at the waistline, the left sleeve, and then raising his hand to check the right sleeve, Wu Jinliang slowly raised his head, his face a picture of disbelief as he turned to Shi Chun, "Chun Tian, this… I'm not dreaming, am I? Can these clothes change size?"

Shi Chun wore an equally incredulous expression; coming back to his senses, he pulled out the knife from behind him and walked over.

Understanding what he was about to do, Wu Jinliang extended an arm nervously, "Don't use too much force."

Shi Chun started by chopping lightly; seeing that the clothes were unharmed, he applied a little more force, still no change, so he gradually increased the intensity.

Then, Wu Jinliang began to chuckle, "A little harder, a little harder…"

The edge of Shi Chun's knife was no longer confined to Wu Jinliang's arm but had sliced all over wherever the clothes covered. Even as his strikes grew stronger, they could not breach the fabric.

It was one thing that the clothes were indestructible, but the very real attack power should have had some effect—so why did Wu Jinliang seem unfazed?

He quickly noticed something; with each strike on Wu Jinliang's body, the whole garment fluttered elegantly, casting a rather ethereal aura.

Suddenly, Shi Chun stopped with the knife and slammed his palm against Wu Jinliang's chest with all his strength.

Clang! Wu Jinliang wobbled slightly; his garments flapped vigorously, but he remained rooted to the spot.

Seeing that Wu Jinliang appeared unharmed, Shi Chun immediately sheathed the knife on his back, undid it and beckoned, "Take off the clothes and try hitting me."

Wu Jinliang complied, removing the robe and tossing it to him.

Shi Chun donned it only to find it was much too large; it hung loose on his frame. After hopping around a bit and not seeing it shrink, he asked, "How did it just grow?"

Wu Jinliang: "I don't know… Oh, I was casting a spell and tugged at it. Maybe that's related?"

Shi Chun immediately channeled his spell into the robe and tugged, and sure enough, it began shrinking at a visible rate until it fitted him perfectly. He waved Wu Jinliang over emphatically, "Come on, attack me with all your strength."

Wu Jinliang, looking bewildered, asked, "Full force?"

Shi Chun: "That's how hard I was hitting you before."

"Ah?"

"Hurry up."

"Okay, just be careful."

After giving a quick warning, Wu Jinliang dashed forward and threw a punch, landing it squarely on Shi Chun's chest.

Standing his ground while casting protective spells, Shi Chun commented, "Was that your full strength? With your cultivation, I only felt about twenty percent of your Attack Power."

"What?" Wu Jinliang exclaimed in shock. He finally understood the other's eagerness to switch and try it on; he immediately turned to pick up his large machete, asking, "Shall I try again with all my strength?"

Shi Chun nodded, "Come on."

Wu Jinliang promptly positioned himself farther away, then charged swiftly, swinging the flat side of his large machete with all his might towards Shi Chun's chest.

Although he avoided using the blade edge, it was indeed a strike with his full strength.

Clang! A resonating sound echoed, the garments flapping wildly, and the air around Shi Chun surged with force, yet he still stood unscathed.

Clang! Suddenly, the machete in Wu Jinliang's hands dropped to the ground, utterly unexpected.

He placed his palms together in a pleading gesture at Shi Chun, desperation showing on his face, "Chun Tian, please let me have this robe. I really love it, I'm dying for it. You know how hard it is for me to find clothes that fit. Chun Tian, you know I fear death, and this robe could save my life. Please let me have it. I don't want anything else—not the Qiankun Bracelet, this, or this Wind Scale. I'll give you all of them; I just want this robe, okay?"

He frantically presented the Wind Scale, both his hopeful and begging eyes imploring.

Shi Chun fell silent; how could he not covet such a treasure robe? Yet this was the first time he had ever seen Wu Jinliang so desperate for something.

He reached out to push the offered Wind Scale back; he wouldn't accept it.

Wu Jinliang hung his head in dejection.

Shi Chun took off the robe, examined it—the innermost layer was snow-white, with a layer of azure in the middle, and a mica-colored gauze as the outermost layer. He caressed it, then casually tossed it at Wu Jinliang's face, "All right, enough acting—who are you trying to fool? If you like it so much, just take it."

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