Yang Dingtian counted the money, grinning so broadly that drool nearly ran from his mouth.
"This is great! With these resources, I'll have more than enough to stabilize my realm!"
Yang Lingtian looked at the pile of spoils, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly.
Killing and arson make a golden belt; the ancients truly never deceived me.
This Nine Star Sword Sect really was a gift-bearing boy.
"Get cultivating quickly. From here on out, I'm afraid the real hard battle is only just beginning."
Yang Lingtian offered a reminder, then casually picked up several bottles of pills useful for his Primordial Spirit and returned to his room.
While the Lu Family was busy cultivating their sword formation and the Yang brothers were busy dividing the spoils,
on a barren mountain several thousand miles from Tianxing City,
two streams of light descended in a sorry state.
They were none other than the two elders of the Nine Star Sword Sect, supporting Jian Wuchen, who was wearing nothing but a pair of underpants.
Jian Wuchen had already woken up.
Looking at his naked state and recalling the humiliation he had suffered at the Lu Family, he was so furious that he spat out another mouthful of blood.
"Ahhh! Lu Family! Yang Dingtian! I'll tear every one of you to pieces!"
He threw back his head and roared, his voice as shrill and mournful as a ghost's.
Just then,
"Hehe, isn't this Young Sect Master Jian? How did you end up in such a state?"
A sinister laugh suddenly came from the woods not far away.
Jian Wuchen abruptly turned his head.
Two figures radiating terrifying auras slowly emerged.
The person on the left wore a gray robe and had a gloomy, sinister face. He was none other than the