After transferring 1,000 Spirit Coins to Zhang Pianpian, Zhang Yu boarded the Flying Boat with the many True Lords once more.
Besides the four Nascent Soul corpses being divided up, Zhao Ruoli, a Golden Core cultivator, had long since been killed and was conveniently split among them as well.
In fact, Zhao Ruoli had already been included when they divided the proceeds from the four Nascent Souls. It was just that a mere Golden Core beside four Nascent Souls was like an extra throw-in, not worth True Lord Qing Ming specifically mentioning.
Before leaving, the True Lords issued a gag order, demanding that no one present reveal the information Flowing Gold True Lord had released—the intelligence that they could be revived through the Dark Spirit Realm, and that the Kunlun Society had caused losses for the various schools.
Yet whether it was Zhang Yu or the Nascent Soul True Lords, they all understood that such news could not be concealed for long. The Top Ten Universities would likely soon be thrown into turmoil again.
Looking at the Fourth Layer still locked in fierce battle across the heavens, everyone felt that since the war began, the rebel army had charged forward in triumphant song, winning battle after battle. The Top Ten Universities, by contrast, had suffered setbacks in everything, gradually taking on the air of defeat.
On the Flying Boat, although Flowing Gold True Lord's words had left everyone's thoughts roiling, the distribution of money just now had nonetheless made the atmosphere among the True Lords more harmonious.
After speaking with one True Lord after another, True Lord Qing Ming came over to Zhang Yu.
Looking at the black curtain in the sky that blanketed Kunxu Fifth Layer, True Lord Qing Ming sighed. "In troubled times, there are both crises and