Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 216 - 216 1 Demon Emperors Cave Mansion Deep Hatred

Chapter 216: Chapter 1: Demon Emperor’s Cave Mansion, Deep Hatred in the Sea of Blood [3 in 1 for Monthly Tickets!] _2 Chapter 216: Chapter 1: Demon Emperor’s Cave Mansion, Deep Hatred in the Sea of Blood [3 in 1 for Monthly Tickets!] _2 Feng Ying had already crawled out of his pocket, looking around curiously at this lavish palace.

Feng Yin looked around, marveling at everything he saw.

This is the true Demon Emperor’s residence.

Even at the entrance, the grandeur was evident with the passage standing fifty feet high and thirty feet wide. Beautiful stone sculptures lined the sides, each with Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures level spirit herbs growing atop them.

The spirit herbs stretched on until the path curved out of sight.

Even though Feng Yin’s knowledge was limited to identify these herbs, he could tell by their spirit infused essence that every single one of them could be sold for an astronomical price.

Yet here, they were simply decorations at the entrance.

Pearls the size of bowls were embedded in the walls and ceilings, constantly emitting a soft light that illuminated the passage like daylight.

Just stepping in, moving forward, was like entering a world of spectacular, brilliant light, as if walking under a starry sky, glittering with splendor.

As they moved forward, Feng Ying remained at Feng Yin’s feet, rarely jumping up as he usually did.

Carefully sensing every bit of aura in this palace.

In Feng Ying’s heart, there was an inexplicable sense of warmth and longing.

Perhaps, this was the aroma of his mother?

The size of this palace far exceeded Feng Yin’s imagination, and its luxury was unparalleled.

“Poverty has limited my imagination indeed,” Feng Yin couldn’t help but lament, even living two lives, he still lacked a basic understanding of the concept of a palace.

The palaces he saw in his past life were empty, merely scenic views to be admired.

But setting foot in this palace, filled with the essence of life, he truly understood what the word “palace” represented.

It meant power, strength, status, class, enjoyment, and extravagance!

All these are beyond the imagination of an ordinary person.

It represented a kind of arrogance: “The earth is under my feet, I hold the world in my hand, who dares to say a word?”

Looking down on the mundane world!

This palace was not only vast, but it also exuded a homely charm; it was comfortable and did not invoke any feelings of emptiness.

All the arrangements and decorations were of a level that Feng Yin can’t possibly attain. Everything was beautiful, useful, and high-end.

Of course, there were things within this palace that Feng Yin could recognize, such as the chairs, they were carved from the core of the Cloud Mist Tree. Legend has it that the core of a Cloud Mist Tree, older than ten thousand years, has the power to gather spiritual energies and wash the meridians of its owner, rivaling the legends of the Iron Heart Tree.

Feng Yin, excited at the sight of these, sat on one of the chairs and was amazed to find that, just like the legend, the chair could gather spiritual energy and wash his meridians…

In other words, these chairs, made from the core of the Cloud Mist Trees, were all over ten thousand years old! Perhaps even older!

Aside from the Cloud Mist Tree core chairs, the only other thing Feng Yin could identify was the top-grade spirit crystal tiled on the floor. Wherever Feng Yin looked, the entire floor was paved with these enormous Spirit Crystals.

Each one was about three cubic meter, neatly arranged and bright enough to reflect people.

Leaving everything else aside, just the floor tiles in this palace were worth hundreds of times more than Feng Yin’s current fortune.

There were various rooms in the palace, including a study, bedrooms, a training room, surprisingly even a dance room; and there was a leisurely tea-room, with various kind of spirit tea arrayed all around.

There was also a chessboard, with chess pieces neatly stored in two soft jade boxes.

The black and white pieces were all made of top-grade warm and soft jade.

“This is flaunting wealth, blatantly flaunting wealth. The life of the rich is so boring… and…”

Feng Yin sighed.

In this world, there are countless people, countless cultivators, who struggle all their lives and may not be able to afford a single chess piece in this palace!

Thinking about the words Feng Ying’s mother said to him before: “When you reach the level of Beyond the Heaven, you can go to my place of cultivation. There, you will find a small token of gratitude from me.”

Everything in front of him was just a “small token”?!

Poverty seems to really have limited my imagination.

At this point, that’s all Feng Yin could think about.

After a long stroll, Feng Yin’s attention was drawn to a table in the center of the living room.

The table in the center of the room was actually made up of two tables joined together.

On the table, there was five colored brilliant light, extremely beautiful and pleasing to the eye.

There was also a note on it.

“These are all mere token of gratitude, I hope you won’t find them too humble; anything in the palace that catches your fancy, you can take away. Thank you for taking care of my daughter, your great kindness will be rewarded later.”

The handwriting was messy, apparently written in a hurry, probably because there wasn’t much time left.

Also on the table was a pile of purple spirit crystals.

“Is this… the top-tier spirit crystal?!”

Feng Yin’s breath suddenly became hurried.

Every treasure here was valuable beyond words, but limited by his experience, Feng Yin didn’t dare to touch them. Even those chairs made from the heartwood of the ten-thousand-year-old Cloud Mist Trees, while certainly valuable, wouldn’t Feng Yin get into trouble if he took them out casually?