Smack!
Zhang Xing slapped Chuan Beiming's head and used the soul-searching technique to enter his soul.
Zhang Xing's soul was still 150,000 feet long, but his soul power was dozens of times stronger than before.
This was the inevitable result of advancing to the sixth level of the Divine Realm.
Under his powerful soul, Chuan Beiming's soul was like a sealed library that Zhang Xing forcefully pried open from the outside and casually flipped through the memories inside.
Chuan Beiming knew that he was finished, but he still gritted his teeth, not letting the heart-wrenching pain come out of his mouth.
However, his body was out of control. He trembled like a sieve and bled from his seven orifices. He looked very miserable!
This was his own choice. Zhang Xing didn't have the slightest bit of pity or pity.
An ordinary person's memory was like a vast ocean, so vast that it was unimaginable.
As a peak fifth-level Divine Realm expert, Chuan Beiming's memory was like a boundless starry sky, so vast that it was indescribable.
It was easier said than done to find a secret from so many memories. Perhaps this person would die before he could find it.
This was also the other reason why Zhang Xing was unwilling to use the soul-searching technique.
Especially someone like Chuan Beiming who was determined to die, his thoughts would affect the progress of the search.
Zhang Xing flipped through his memories while thinking about how to quickly find the secret to the hidden wealth.
According to Zhang Xing's understanding, Chuan Beiming had been the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect for about 500 years.
Then, he could ignore the previous memories.
And in these 500 years, he needed to establish his prestige and recruit or nurture reliable and useful subordinates.
He would need 100 years in this world.
There were still 400 years left to search.
But these 400 years weren't the time to accumulate a large amount of wealth. Then, another 100 years were deducted.
There were still 300 years left.
These 300 years were the period when he would take in a concubine every year.
The main search target would start from these 300 years!
Zhang Xing quickly formulated a search plan.
He started from the middle 150 years. He first searched forward and then looked back.
But in the end, he still didn't find the secret place where he hid his wealth.
Zhang Xing couldn't help but be puzzled.
Could it be that he didn't hide his wealth and only had these four to five storage bags on him?
Or did he put all his wealth in the sect's secret chamber?
No!
That was absolutely impossible!
The Dharma Sect was not surnamed Chuan. The direct disciples of the other elders also had the right to compete for the position of Sect Master.
Even if he didn't have a successor for his descendants, he would still hand over his authority. How could he hand over his private property to the sect?
It seemed that this old man was quite difficult to deal with. He was unwilling to part with his wealth even when he was about to die.
At this moment, if Chuan Beiming was not controlled by Zhang Xing, he would have collapsed to the ground.
However, he still had a trace of consciousness.
He also knew that Zhang Xing hadn't found the secret. He curled his lips and tried his best to show a contemptuous expression, as if he was mocking Zhang Xing's incompetence. At the same time, he was declaring to Zhang Xing that he should give up!
Zhang Xing took in his expression.
With a frown, he paused his search.
Where could the old man hide his secrets?
Suddenly, an idea flashed through Zhang Xing's mind. He immediately opened his mouth and shouted excitedly, "Haha, so you've hidden your secret in such an inconspicuous place. You really deserve to be called old ginger is spicier. Who would have thought that you would tamper with your memory? I really admire you!"
"What?
He found it? "
Chuan Beiming was shocked. He subconsciously scanned the depths of his soul with his Divine Sense.
Then, he realized that Zhang Xing's Divine Sense was not looking here. Instead, it stopped somewhere else.
He hurriedly retracted his Divine Sense. However, at this moment, Zhang Xing's Divine Sense suddenly flashed and quickly captured the abnormality here.
"Hehe …"
Zhang Xing laughed.
His smile was filled with smugness, and his voice was filled with conspiracy!
However, in Chuan Beiming's perception, it was incomparably sinister!
A person who could laugh like that must be … someone who only laughed when their conspiracy succeeded …
"This is bad!
I've been tricked! "
Chuan Beiming's brain had already been damaged by Zhang Xing. He no longer had a tenth of his usual intelligence. If he didn't fall for it, who would?
"Thank you for pointing me out, Brother Chuan Beiming. Hahaha …"
Zhang Xing immediately burst into laughter.
"I didn't expect that a money-grubber like you would hypnotize yourself and forcefully change the time in your memory."
Zhang Xing found the secret hiding place in Chuan Beiming's memories when he was still the previous sect master's personal disciple.
The last bit of confidence Chuan Beiming had in his heart that allowed him to compete with Zhang Xing was destroyed. His divine soul immediately fell into chaos, and large patches of memories collapsed.
His entire body thinned at a speed visible to the naked eye.
All that was left of his body was a bag of skin and bones without any divine power.
His empty and lifeless eyes opened as blood slowly flowed down from his eye sockets. It was the same for his ears, nose, and mouth.
He had completely turned into an idiot who had lost his cultivation!
"You can't avoid death even if you live. I'll fulfill your wish!"
Seeing this, Zhang Xing did not hesitate to smash his head.
In the blink of an eye, another three days passed. The Ten Thousand Dharma Sect had nothing left to take. Zhang Xing led the dragons to the Star River Sect again.
As for Chuan Beiming's treasure, Zhang Xing planned to take it last.
Perhaps the Star River Sect, Divine Tool Sect, and Hidden Mountain Cult had already received the news of the Shuntian Sect's destruction.
If he did not seize the time to collect the debt, he was afraid that they would hide with their treasures. In that case, he would not be able to find them in a short time.
If they all went to the Hidden Mountain Cult, it would be exactly what Zhang Xing wanted.
Sure enough, what Zhang Xing saw in the Star River Sect was not a scene of war preparation. Instead, all the disciples were busy moving.
The entire Star River Sect was shrouded in a dense atmosphere of fear.
Zhang Xing did not waste any time and immediately commanded the dragons to attack the Star River Sect.
In an instant, the Star River Sect was filled with wailing and howling.
Zhang Xing also participated in this battle. The other dragons also used their full strength, shouting that they would not kill if they handed over the money!
After a short four hours, the entire battle was over.
This time, they only used two days and two nights to empty the Star River Sect.
Their next target was the last first-rate sect under the Hidden Mountain Cult, Divine Tool Sect!
Although they had three or four days to pack up, there were too many things to take with such a big sect.
They were reluctant to part with this and that. Many elders wanted to give up everything and gather at the Hidden Mountain Cult first, waiting for the decisive battle with Zhang Xing.
However, many elders did not agree with this idea. Both sides were in a deadlock, which greatly affected the speed of moving.
The sect master and the others were also unwilling to give up their ten thousand years of foundation. However, the storage pouches they carried with them were limited. They could not take everything with them.
They could only move the things onto the battleships.
The entire Divine Tool Sect was in a mess. There was no order at all. It was like a pot of porridge.
It was fine to let these disciples fight. They were usually trained, but now they were moving and running for their lives. None of them had experienced it before. The elders could not just kill the disciples who did not know what to do as if they were fighting a war.
They did not even know what to take and what not to take.
They wanted to ask the sect master and the grand elder. Even if they had eight hands and eight bodies, they would not be able to handle it. In the end, they only had one sentence: do as you see fit.