After the battle, the work of looting the spoils continued for several months.
Kunpeng's lair was turned upside down.
The accumulations of countless epochs—Spirit Stones, Spiritual Materials, Dharma Treasures, and Alchemical Pills—were piled into several mountains.
Three hundred Storage Rings were filled with high-grade Spirit Stones alone, while Innate Spiritual Materials formed a small mountain.
If Iron Abacus had been here, he would likely have fainted from excitement on the spot. But Iron Abacus had not come. Instead, a group of even more ruthless Human Race Cultivators had arrived.
Not only did they empty Kunpeng's lair, but they also swept through every Demon Clan cave abode near Beiming along the way.
Their reason was "uprooting the weeds," but everyone could see that they simply wanted to haul away more loot.
Su Miao watched this scene through the water screen, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly. She thought to herself, The Human Race's style is exactly like those "landlord-bashing and land-redistributing" movements I saw in my past life.
After the spoils had been inventoried, the Suiren Clan held a bonfire party and began rewarding meritorious deeds.
The high platform was filled with treasures looted from Kunpeng's lair, gleaming with Spiritual Light and piled up like a small mountain.
The Suiren Clan stood beside it with a long merit ledger in hand. He read out a name, someone came forward, and they chose a treasure.
When he reached Taihao's name, the Suiren Clan's brush paused.
"Taihao."
Taihao stepped out from the crowd, with Feng Lixi following behind him. Taihao glanced over the list of spoils.
Innate Spiritual Materials—no.
Ancient Dharma Artifacts—no.
Rare Alchemical Pills—no.
He wanted only the River Diagram and Luo Book.
"The River Diagram and Luo Book are enough for me. Leave the rest for those who have rendered