Seeing such a wonderful place, William Brooks naturally couldn’t bear to leave. I had no choice but to persuade him: “I am a higher-level demon than you, and this is the Immortal Spirit Residence. As for why I don’t stay here as the master, it’s because I’m not the only one who knows about this place—others know of it too. In our demon world, there’s no such thing as first come, first served; the strong rule. If you’re not afraid of dying, feel free to stay.”

“We can take so little with us, and we can’t even bring back this Flying Pavilion.” His dejected expression was truly beyond words.

Seeing him like this, I really didn’t know what to do with him. “This Flying Pavilion can be big or small.” Just then, we had arrived at the Floating Cloud Palace. After we got off the Flying Pavilion, I pressed a corner of the pavilion.

Whoosh—

With a sound, the Flying Pavilion shrank to the size of a birdcage. I picked it up and handed it to William Brooks.

I stepped into the Floating Cloud Palace. There weren’t any powerful magical artifacts here; this place stored the luxuries and pleasures of its owner’s daily life—fine wares, gourmet food, and the like. I had always lived in poverty-stricken mountains and rivers, never enjoying such a beautiful life. This was what I truly needed in daily life; no matter how powerful a magical artifact is, it’s not for everyday use.

The Floating Cloud Palace was made up entirely of grand halls, with no small rooms. William Brooks saw that the hall we had just entered was lined all around with model-like houses—pavilions, terraces, towers, palaces, gardens—all beautifully shaped, ancient in style, exquisitely crafted, works of genius, truly eye-opening. He said to me, “The owner here must be a carpenter, to love making models so much. And they’re really well made.”

I couldn’t be bothered to explain further. I just picked up a pavilion and casually tossed it out.

As soon as the pavilion left the Floating Cloud Hall, it rapidly expanded, transforming into a seven-story tower of normal size, several meters above the ground, shrouded in clouds and mist, like a fairyland.

I ignored the now dumbfounded William Brooks and went straight back into the Floating Cloud Palace.

With a flick of my fingers, I cast a treasure-collecting spell. The pavilions and towers in the hall turned into tufts of white cloud, shrinking and floating into my palm, then disappearing from my hand.

“Hey, leave me a few, don’t be so stingy!” William Brooks shouted loudly, clearly very dissatisfied.

“There are more in the other halls, go get them yourself, don’t bother me.” I replied coolly. Indeed, there were more than a dozen grand halls here, and plenty of such things.

Just as I turned to leave, William Brooks suddenly turned back and asked, “Even if we take these out, we can’t use them! We can’t use them in front of people.”

“Haha, do you know there’s a saying, ‘living like an immortal’? That’s what it means. These pavilions can float in the air and generate clouds and mist to conceal themselves. From the ground, they look like nothing more than a white cloud. Drinking and making merry up here, overlooking the mountains and rivers—how leisurely and pleasant is that? If you threw a party up here…”

I didn’t need to say more; William Brooks’s eyes lit up and he started rummaging around. But after wandering for a while, he came back and asked me, “How did you turn those into clouds?”

“That? Come closer.” The treasure-collecting spell is just a minor technique, mainly used to collect magical items that can change size. It’s easy to master.

After trying out the spell I taught him and finding it really worked, the kid was overjoyed. There were two or three hundred of these cloud dwellings in the Floating Cloud Palace. I took dozens from the main hall, and let him take the rest.

There were also cellared fine wines, secret preserves, candied fruits, specialty fruits, and the like in the palace. Thanks to immortal techniques, they would never spoil. These were things unseen in the mortal world, and even mortals who ate them would find their bodies strengthened. In addition, there were all kinds of food, musical instruments, utensils, antiques, treasures, calligraphy and paintings—everything one could want. Some were from other worlds, not found in the human realm.

William Brooks naturally didn’t miss out, but he didn’t have my kind of magical power to carry nearly unlimited things. Luckily, he had some conscience and left me a share. For that, I gave him one of my spare “Universal Qiankun Bags,” which made him as happy as could be.

By this point, I had no interest in scavenging with him any longer. I told him that if he found anything else later, it would all be his, and he could go explore the rest on his own—I wouldn’t be joining him.

William Brooks didn’t mind at all and trotted off happily.

It was a whole day before the kid finally came back, satisfied, loaded down with bundles like a small mountain on his back. Apparently, even the Universal Qiankun Bag couldn’t satisfy his needs. No wonder, since the one I gave him was limited in capacity and not a very high-level artifact.

As soon as he returned, he asked me, “Do you know how to use this?” He took out a small pouch and handed it to me, saying, “I found this in the Beast Control Hall, but none of the beasts were there.”

I took it, turned it upside down, and out tumbled a pile of thumb-sized little sculptures—various birds and beasts, lifelike, neither gold nor jade, vivid and realistic. I couldn’t help but laugh. Well, well.

Beast-Sealing Spell!

From this, it was clear that he had once collected quite a few rare birds and beasts and refined them into magical items with the Beast-Sealing Spell. It really was much more convenient to use them this way.

This thing was quite interesting, so I decided to keep a few for fun.