Lu Yuan did not intervene in the battle that had flared up for a second time.
On one hand, he needed to adjust his condition.
Red Dust Threads were not inexhaustible.
Nor were they cabbages growing in a field, something he could simply pull out whenever he pleased.
On the other hand, he was giving these people a chance to prove themselves.
The concern was not scarcity, but unequal distribution.
However much merit one earned, that was how much meat one could take.
At first glance, this might seem somewhat unfair, since such a rule fundamentally went against the notion of "equality." But from another perspective, so-called equality should be tied to one's contribution, not the number of people involved. Equality meant receiving as much as one had contributed—that was fairness. If someone contributed nothing yet received the same reward as everyone else, that was true unfairness. After all, others had shed blood and sweat, only to receive the same tier of reward as someone like you, who had done nothing. Where, then, was the value of all the blood and sweat they had spilled in this matter?
Therefore, after he had represented the Nine-tailed Fox Clan and cracked the hard nut, it was inevitable that more than ninety-five percent of all spoils of war from this expedition would belong to the Nine-tailed Fox Clan. The remaining five percent was the share left for these five clans to divide.
Of course, beneath this apparent unfairness lay a very objective kind of fairness.
Take any one of the fifteen Earth Supremes.
None of them were opponents these five clans could swallow.
Yet these five clans were qualified to take part in this feast of division.
Fundamentally speaking, they had already struck it lucky.
But that was not why Lu Yuan had