Divine Strike? No, a Whale-Spending Strike!
Song Shuhang calmly turned his head and glanced at the two Fairies and the Sacred Apes choir behind him—for he had been mentally prepared long ago, so no matter how the two Fairies' appearances changed, he could remain as unruffled as still water.
Carefree Loose Immortal, on the other hand, seemed to have jammed. Several strange syllables escaped his mouth. From those syllables, Song Shuhang could hear the agony in Xiaoyao's liver and the heartbreak of his shattered balls.
Thus, he was completely satisfied.
This was exactly the effect he wanted. Solo enjoyment was inferior to shared enjoyment—good things had to be shared with others.
After quite some time, Carefree Loose Immortal spoke. "Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, next...I'm going to give you the first prize."
"Senior." Song Shuhang extended a hand. "Could we discuss changing the first-prize reward to something mundane? To be honest, I'm a very vulgar person."
"Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, you're being far too agitated. As a cultivator, you must have a strong heart. Even if the heavens collapse and the earth splits, you must remain expressionless." Carefree Loose Immortal spoke—how could he lose his composure over mere mundane possessions?
"Senior, what you said makes perfect sense." After saying this, Song Shuhang meaningfully glanced at Creation Fairy, who was wildly performing a "head-shaking dance" behind him.
Carefree Loose Immortal: "..."
After another long while, Carefree Loose Immortal spoke. "I can't give you the rewards from the Eighth and Ninth Grades. But you'll receive something worth far more than them. Fellow Daoist Tyrant Song, do you see this Wealth-Scattering Throne? From today onward, it belongs to you! The value of this throne far exceeds the total value of the treasures from the Eighth and Ninth Grades."
Song Shuhang silently glanced at the