After Shentu died, the unseen flow of fortune descended. Through the Conscription Order, which was connected to his mind, Bai Yang learned that killing Shentu had earned him a full twenty-three million military merits!
What did twenty-three million military merits mean? Shentu alone was worth as much as twenty-three million Human King Realm cultivators!
Bai Yang was shaken. Shentu had surely been a celebrated figure among his own race, someone on whom all sides had pinned great hopes. By killing him, Bai Yang had, in a sense, severed a piece of the monkey race's future!
For a race to establish itself in the starry sky, it needed top experts to withstand pressure from all sides. When the strong died, the weaker members lost their protection, shrinking the space in which the race could survive and threatening the continuation of its civilization. That was how fortune ebbed away: as one race declined, another grew stronger. That was the essence of fortune plunder!
As his thoughts raced, Bai Yang looked down. A few things had fallen where Shentu had died, but they were instantly annihilated by the darkness. Only three leaves remained.
The leaves were strange, shaped like willow leaves and seemingly made of jade. Two were entirely gold, while the third was half gold.
Bai Yang's eyes lit up. He recognized them as the things Shentu's race used to collect fortune.
"He must have had more than these three leaves for collecting fortune, but he doesn't look like he's been an Emperor for long. He probably used some of them up. What a pity. It would've been great if he'd left them all to me. Still, the fact that these objects for collecting fortune weren't annihilated by the darkness means that fortune must lie beyond even the control of the Great