Ink Plum True Immortal covered herself from head to toe and began attacking the other immortal sects.
"That's the third True Immortal sect." She patted her money pouch and flashed a smug smile.
There were differences even among True Immortals.
A True Immortal like her, at the tenth level of perfection, was clearly an entire major realm above ordinary low-level True Immortals.
The sects of those ordinary True Immortals could not even defeat a single True Immortal beast she commanded.
"It's a windfall."
She took a deep breath and moved with thunderous efficiency.
Unlike Ning Zheng, who mostly attacked Heavenly Immortal marketplaces, Ink Plum True Immortal targeted True Immortal forces.
Her motto was simple: only rob the high-end!
Before long, the money in her pockets had already surpassed Ning Zheng's.
As a top True Immortal, her harvest today was destined to be richer than Ning Zheng's.
The Immortal Realm was in turmoil.
Among the True Immortals serving under the thirteen Esteemed Immortal giants, many in key positions were ambushed and turned into painted people.
Meanwhile, the other top True Immortals who did not belong to the giants' sects were all clever people. They donned masks and took advantage of the chaos to rob others.
With these greedy True Immortals fanning the flames, the entire Immortal Realm descended into even greater disorder.
If they had acted wholeheartedly, the Immortal Realm would probably have regained its peace very soon.
But people were greedy. What did it matter to them if commoners and low-level cultivators ran into trouble and became infected?
Mortals were like straw—another crop would grow in just a few decades.
To the lofty True Immortals, the commoners at the bottom could die for all they cared.
In terms of the level of life, the difference between the two sides was