Chapter 100: A Heavenly Opportunity

Shortly after Wang Ran entered the Void, the realm erupted with the sounds of fierce battle. Surging spiritual energy exploded outward with such overwhelming pressure that countless beasts dared not lift their heads, trembling and cowering on the ground.

However, no matter how brutal the war was, it no longer concerned Wang Ran. Having slipped away, he now traversed the Void itself.

Seated cross-legged atop a massive black brush, Wang Ran’s gaze was somber. Forming a hand seal, he pressed firmly against his chest, instantly suppressing the turbulent blood energy within. The Everlasting Immortality Technique began to operate fully, repairing his internal injuries.

Around him stretched utter darkness. Countless fragments of space raged about, forming a terrifying storm. Even a Nascent Soul-level expert caught within would be incinerated in an instant.

“Xiao Hei, where are we headed?” Wang Ran whispered softly to the black brush, giving it a nickname as he spoke.

The brush’s body trembled slightly, as if displeased by the name, then transmitted a message to Wang Ran. He blinked in astonishment, clearly shocked by what he heard.

According to Xiao Hei, it was currently in a weakened state and could not freely wield its power. Though it could traverse the Void, it could not select a destination, leaving neither itself nor Wang Ran certain where they would emerge.

Hearing this, Wang Ran’s brow furrowed deeply. Without a fixed point of arrival, his precarious condition would leave him at a grave disadvantage.

Worse still, Xiao Hei’s limitations meant the distance they could travel through space was restricted; they would remain within the Northern Marshes region.

This realization only compounded Wang Ran’s peril. The Northern Marshes were under the vigilant watch of the Northern Marsh Sect, the region’s dominant power, which had the means to detect such movements.

He sighed softly, resigned to fate. As he prepared to emerge from the Void, his spiritual energy quietly gathered, ready for any challenge ahead.

Whoosh!

A sudden tearing sound echoed as Wang Ran and the brush flashed out of the Void, landing in the outside world.

The moment he touched down, a brilliant light flooded his eyes, forcing him to squint. After sensing no immediate danger, he finally allowed himself to relax.

***

Catching his breath, Wang Ran surveyed his surroundings. He found himself in a sealed chamber no more than seventy or eighty square meters in size, with no visible exit.

But what filled the room left him utterly stunned.

Mountains of spirit jade were meticulously arranged before him, each piece of the finest quality, radiating pure, potent spiritual energy.

Beyond the jade, countless other treasures lay scattered—elixirs, spirit implements—all of top-tier grade, piled carelessly yet breathtakingly valuable.

“What is this… Concentration Pills?” Wang Ran picked up a bottle of elixir casually and studied it. His expression turned to shock. Each pill was a precious treasure worth over five thousand pieces of spirit jade—far beyond what an outer disciple of the Myriad Sect could afford in a lifetime.

Yet here, hundreds of such pills lined the shelves.

He also found hundreds of exceptional healing elixirs, famed for life-restoring properties, tossed casually in a corner.

Most striking was the chamber’s profound tranquility. The air brimmed with spiritual energy, as if a powerful spiritual vein coursed beneath his feet.

As Wang Ran marveled, his eyes caught a white jade plaque hanging above him, inscribed with six large characters: “Northern Marsh Sect Treasury Pavilion.”

This revelation twisted Wang Ran’s expression. He had, in effect, landed squarely within the heart of the Northern Marsh Sect’s stronghold—the very treasury pavilion itself.

Gazing at the amassed treasures piled high like a mountain, Wang Ran’s breath quickened. This was a godsend.

“Seems it’s all fate,” he murmured, suppressing the swell of excitement as he touched a piece of spirit jade.

He recalled how every great sect maintained a secret treasury, a repository of their heritage and strength.

Legends spoke of countless spirit jade, elixirs piled like mountains, and talismans like rain—true wealth beyond imagining.

***

Such treasuries were always hidden in the sect’s most secret and spiritually rich places, cloaked by powerful formations. Ordinary people searching for them were like chasing a dream.

Even sect leaders lacked direct permission to enter; access required consensus among the elders.

Usually, these treasuries were opened so rarely that decades might pass without a single visit. To be discovered by a schemer would be a catastrophe.

The Myriad Sect also had a treasury pavilion, divided into outer and inner chambers. The outer was accessible to disciples under elder supervision but contained only modest treasures.

The inner chamber was far more secretive, known only to the sect leader and high elders.

Shaking off the chaotic thoughts, Wang Ran fixed his gaze on the small chamber before him. These treasures represented centuries of the Northern Marsh Sect’s accumulated foundation.

And now, all of it lay within his easy reach.

More importantly, his injuries were still unhealed, and this hidden treasury, rich in spiritual energy and protected by formations, was the perfect refuge. There was no longer any need to flee desperately, hiding in the shadows.

Here, no one would disturb him. The spiritual energy was abundant, the elixirs plentiful, and the formations offered protection.

Such a sanctuary was a rare blessing.

Without hesitation, Wang Ran raised his hand, drawing dozens of healing elixirs from the nearby shelves. He consumed them greedily while sitting cross-legged to cultivate.

These elixirs were peerless among their kind. Once ingested, their medicinal force flowed through his meridians and bones like an endless sea, mending his wounds steadily.

As the young man meditated, the chamber once again fell into its usual serene stillness…