I Wanted to Live a Low-Key Life, but My Strength Wouldn't Allow It
Old Man Taixuan had not run away. He had merely gone back to pilot a Gundam.
It had to be said that Bamboo Mountain Number One was incredibly powerful. In three moves and two strokes, it had dealt with the martial artists from the various sects.
"Senior, this thing of yours is freaking awesome!"
Jun Changxiao circled the mech with a face full of admiration. Finally unable to hold himself back, he asked, "Can I go inside and try it out?"
"Get lost."
Old Man Taixuan rolled his eyes and hurriedly put Bamboo Mountain Number One away. "This is a treasure I painstakingly created with my heart and blood. It's more precious than a wife. No one is allowed to touch it carelessly."
"..."
Jun Changxiao was speechless.
Comparing a mech to a wife—there really was no one else like him!
Suppressing the thoughts in his heart, Gousheng walked over to Third Elder and the others, who had fainted, and collected all their Spatial Rings.
Seeing this, Old Man Taixuan immediately understood why this kid had offended so many sects.
"You brat." He rebuked him, "I was the one who dealt with them, so how did all the loot end up in your pocket?"
That single sentence instantly shattered the legendary image of Starfall Continent.
"Senior."
Jun Changxiao grinned. "We'll split it fifty-fifty."
"No."
Old Man Taixuan said, "Bamboo Mountain Number One consumed so much energy. It has to be ninety for me and ten for you."
"Fine, fine."
Jun Changxiao tossed all the Spatial Rings over. "They're all yours, Senior. I don't want a single one."
Gousheng, who had always valued Martial Dao Resources immensely, had actually taken the initiative to give up all the spoils.