Get Rich, Then Run for the Hills

Jiang Ding looked toward the merit rankings.

Wei Qingqing was first, Yu Zhong second. Behind each merit total was a Spiritual Sense Imprint. Anyone who touched one with their spiritual sense could see scenes of its owner fighting, slaughtering, and persuading other Golden Core cultivators to surrender. They had submitted these themselves, and the reviews had confirmed there were no duplicates or conflicts.

The latter, in particular—persuading others to surrender—accounted for the greater part of their merits.

To be honest, Yu Zhong and Wei Qingqing, one at the middle stage of Golden Core and the other at the initial stage, were still far from standing head and shoulders above the rest in strength. Yet they had persuaded the most people to surrender, earning the greatest amount of merit through that.

As for combat and slaughter, they made up only a small portion. Once the formation had been broken, there had been no enemies worth mentioning.

Golden Core spiritual sense operated at astonishing speed.

In barely a dozen breaths, the various Golden Core cultivators had already selected the Third-grade Natural Treasures, Third-grade Magic Treasures, and other items they wanted. A handful with abundant merits chose Fourth-grade Natural Treasures.

Many Third-grade Natural Treasures with limited quantities were exchanged away in the blink of an eye. The quick got them; the slow got nothing.

"True Lord..."

Everything had been completed, and all the Golden Core cultivators looked eagerly at Jiang Ding.

"Fellow Daoists, catch."

With a thought from Jiang Ding, Storage Bags floated into the air and opened on their own. Spirit medicines, ores, magic treasures, bottles of pills that enhanced magical power, and even Fourth-grade Spirit Medicines and Fourth-grade Natural Treasures flew out in streams, each tracing a striking arc through the sky.

All kinds of Natural Treasures and magic treasures packed