Besides that, the Golden Core Cultivator's wealth was quite tempting: a glittering heap of Spirit Stones in every color, materials for refining artifacts and alchemy, treasured spirit artifacts and magic treasures seized from who knew where, and all sorts of miscellaneous items. It was worth a small fortune. It took Qian Luo and his team a full day to draw up an estimated inventory of all the spoils. After deducting various losses, the valuables taken from the Foundation Establishment Cultivators were worth a little over ten million Spirit Stones. The captured Golden Core Demon Beasts were worth fifteen million in total. The belongings of the slain Golden Core Cultivator were estimated at sixteen million. The Flying Boat was worth around six million.
The total profit from this battle had astonishingly reached forty-seven million Spirit Stones. When the figure came out, everyone sucked in a sharp breath. Holy hell, what did that even mean? You could work your whole life and never earn that many Spirit Stones. But with one robbery, they could get their hands on this much? It was pure profit. Even Lei Dong's breathing quickened at the figure. Robbing a team with a Golden Core Cultivator really was the surest way to get rich.
Once they recovered from their stunned silence, everyone burst into cheers. This wasn't just about a few tens of millions of Spirit Stones. They seemed to see a broad, shining road ahead—a path to wealth and power. Everyone knew that cultivation talent was crucial, but without Spirit Stones, you were utterly helpless. Even those who had once felt uneasy about robbery had long since tossed their guilt to the winds in the face of such enormous gains. They had all been led astray by Lei Dong.
With hearts blazing, they began searching the vast