Qin Ye was going mad.

No, rather, he already looked mad.

He was practically rolling around in the copious amounts of Yin spirit stones, akin to a rat that had just fallen into the oil tank. He was so happy that he could even die right now.

He was currently in an incredibly large cellar. Everything around him was neatly paved with granite and polished to a spotless finish. The entire space was as large as a regular football field, and it was currently piled up with Yin spirit stones and open boxes. Piles after piles of exotic treasures filled the space to the brim. It could be said that Hell was suddenly overflowing with wealth! The joy of rolling around in a pile of money was something that Qin Ye had never experienced before!

“Come on~~ Pleasure and joy~~ We’ve struck it big time~~ Ahh~~” Qin Ye wrapped a string of black pearl-like objects around his waist, acting as though he were a beautiful girl enjoying a bath. He made a questionable gesture, “Ooo… that hits the spot!”

He couldn’t care less!

The twelve envoys had departed for their fiefdoms earlier this morning, and he was finally free to inspect the great harvest of the meeting. The place he was in was the first vault of Hell that he had earlier dug out. The wealth stored within dazzled his eyes as soon as he stepped in. After staring in astonishment for five full minutes, he suddenly charged towards it like a dog running towards waters for the very first time, and he dove right into the large ocean of wealth.

There weren’t only Yin spirit stones in the cellar....