The oath concluded, Li Zhiyuan lowered his head and continued with his work.

Zhao Yi just stared at the young man in front of him, still echoing the notion of an "impoverished family" in his mind.

Actually, this description is quite accurate, yet extremely bizarre.

Zhao Yi took a deep breath and moved closer to the young man.

With the copper coin sword destroyed, he knew he couldn't avoid the responsibility. Despite his earlier performance, amid his distress, he harbored thoughts of gaining some benefits to compensate for the loss.

Who would have thought that the surname Li was steadfast and unyielding, as if daring Zhao Yi to take further advantage, he'd take another oath and become an enemy of the Jiujiang Zhao family.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, just pity me a little. I was neglected by my parents since childhood and raised by servants, suffering coldness in human relations..."

"Are you dissatisfied?"

"That's not what I mean..."

"If you're not satisfied, you can also take a tour around the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu Families."

"No, is that a place I can go to? You know it yourself..."

"I don't know."

"Ah?"

"I haven't been there."

However, Li Zhiyuan had seen the time when Grandma Liu intended to risk her life for him, specifically asking Uncle Qin to move many things out from the ancestral home, which were then stored in the third-floor shrine of the university family courtyard.

Even when standing at the entrance sealed with multiple layers, he could feel the various terrifying auras emanating from within.

Carelessly heading in any direction could cause a terrifying stir.

Even so, these were just convenient items for removal. The true cargo was immovable.

"To put it this way, my Zhao Family's treasure vault is akin to a small landlord compared to the Imperial Palace of your Qin and Liu Families' ancestral homes.

My Zhao Family's ancestor, giving his all to accumulate wealth at home, still couldn't compare to the generations of Dragon Kings in your families.

Moreover, what the Dragon Kings brought home were not merely gold and silver treasures. If they lacked confidence in future generations, they wouldn't dare suppress those terrifying things at home."

"Oh." Li Zhiyuan nodded, "If not maintained for a long time, could there be problems?"

"Theoretically, problems would arise inevitably, but the foundation of the Dragon King family... who knows."

Grandma Liu has never mentioned this matter to him, so Li Zhiyuan could only assume the ancestral homes of the Qin and Liu Families are in good condition now.

If maintenance is needed, it probably doesn't make a difference for these years; it's not too late to clean up after finishing his affairs with Zou Jiang.

Mainly, if he goes now, he could only admire the treasures but not take them, and these treasures technically all belong to him.

"Brother Xiao Yuan, my Zhao Family Treasure Vault not only has arrays and restrictions but also guards, and inside, there are those old immortals lying around."

"Why didn't you say before?"

"You didn't ask before. Anyway, I don't mean to trick you, but what I'm saying is, to freely choose what you need, you must deal with the guards; that's the only way to avoid disturbances, you know what I mean, right?"

"I understand, you're trying to use me."

"Let's not be so straightforward, okay? Actually, the true good items are inside those old immortal's bellies; they're using those things to maintain their lives."

"I'll consider the situation."

"Alright, don't hesitate. At that time, I'll coordinate with you from inside and outside."

"You're anxious about it?"

"It has to be cleaned up sooner or later."

"There could be issues..."

"No worries, I'll plan them out. They wouldn't expect me to rebel."

Seeing Zhao Yi saying so, Li Zhiyuan fell silent.

He actually wanted to remind Zhao Yi that with his current status in the Heavenly Dao, over-involvement in any matter might lead to misunderstanding by the Heavenly Dao.

According to the current rhythm, when he encountered the Womb of the Earth Bodhisattva last time, the difficulty was reduced for the next wave;

This wave is heading towards Fengdu, and if he manages to return alive, the next wave will likely offer a sweet reward.

Going for an opportunistic raid in Jiujiang while passing by or when time allows isn't a big problem, but linking things and purposes too complexly... Li Zhiyuan fears the Heavenly Dao might misunderstand, simply taking the opportunity to arrange Jiujiang Zhao as his next wave.

If it really turns out that way, who knows how Zhao Yi would react.

But now isn't the time for these discussions; the third incense stick hasn't been overcome yet.

Zhao Yi stood up, stretched his muscles, and wondered:

"It seems different again; the first incense stick transformed the Life and Death Door, the second changed the body."

"How are you feeling now?"

"A bit tired, but it's no big deal."

"Then I'll account for you in your peak state."

"Alright." Zhao Yi glanced around, "Hey, this array targets a specific corner. Are you sure that thing will come out from there next?"

"Yes."

"Where did you get that information?" 𝐟𝕣𝗲𝕖𝕨𝗲𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝗲𝚕.𝗰𝚘𝐦

"Luck."

"Luck?" Zhao Yi widened his eyes, unable to imagine this coming from the young man's mouth, "Are you sure?"

Li Zhiyuan paused, his mind recalling the image of his Grandmaster lying ill on the bed when he left home, and instead of truly believing in luck, he was inclined to trust his Grandmaster.

"Dependable."

Zhao Yi seemed to recall something as well, the confusion on his face faded, replaced by a determination stronger than the young man's:

"Yes, definitely dependable."

As soon as the words finished, the official robe phantom appeared once again.

In its hand, the incense burner had only one incense stick left.

Zhao Yi sat cross-legged and began his respiration.

Li Zhiyuan stood up to check the progress of the array setup, while letting Yin Meng leave his post early to prepare a meal.

Precious time continued to slip away.

During the final stages of the array setup, the official robe phantom again appeared beside Zhao Yi, with only one-third of the last incense stick remaining inside.