"All the gains go to me? That won't do. How could I, Su Qing, take advantage of my friends? Eighty percent for me, and the remaining twenty goes to you!"
"Fellow Daoist, you saved our lives. Wanqing has no way to repay you—how could I dare ask for the spoils of war? Please do not embarrass Wanqing further."
"Then take ten percent? Look at you all—dead, wounded, none of it was easy. Hurry back. This place isn't safe. Once you reach the Forward Camp, you'll be fine!"
"After only a few months apart, Fellow Daoist can already control so many Puppets. Did you hide something from Wanqing before? You weren't very honest, were you?"
"You're no better. Dual Cultivation of Law and Body—Tang Wanqing, you've hidden yourself quite deeply!"
Along the way, Su Qing rode Fire Egg while Tang Wanqing flew beside him. The Puppets dragged Demonic Beast materials that would not fit into their Storage Bags, and the group returned to the Forward Camp in a grand procession.
He had Tang Wanqing use his Outer Disciple token to negotiate with the Cloud Mountain Sect disciples stationed there.
He led the Female Cultivators, carried Sun Yan and several other heavily wounded people, and hurried straight to Guo Qiao Lian's clinic.
That day, the Dwarf Mountain Defense Line had completely collapsed. The Rogue Cultivators who managed to flee to the Forward Camp were all carrying injuries of one sort or another.
As a result, Su Qing, who had once thought Guo Qiao Lian extravagant for using a Spirit House as a mobile clinic,
could only sigh that his experience was still too shallow. The vast Spirit House was now packed with wounded patients, leaving only a narrow passage for people to walk through.
Guo Qiao Lian and several spirit medicine apprentices