"Everything Ran Zun replayed is the power of the generous rewards I mentioned," Qin Shaofeng continued.
"Though this battle was difficult and we lost more than three hundred men, do you know what our gains were?"
"What were the gains?" Old Ancestor Qing Yu grew interested.
"We killed nearly fifteen thousand enemies. Those below the Seventh-tier Saint Star Position were not even counted..."
"Wait! Even Seventh-tier Saint Star Position experts weren't counted?" Old Ghost Chen Xing could not help interrupting him.
"Before the battle began, my order was that killing an Eighth-tier Saint Star Position expert would earn one hundred million. Those from the Seventh tier onward would be roughly calculated afterward!"
"Uh..."
The several old ancestors, along with Old Man Tian Ling, who had just arrived while leading people on patrol and heard those words, were all stunned.
Old Man Tian Ling in particular could not help stopping in his tracks, wanting to know just how outrageous Qin Shaofeng's claim was.
"In this battle, we killed ninety-six Eighth-tier Saint Star Position experts and six Ninth-tier Saint Star Position experts. Moreover, our Saint Star Position experts almost did not contribute at all," Qin Shaofeng continued.
The Seven Stars Sect old ancestors who had not known the details completely fell silent.
Old Man Tian Ling, who had overheard those words, opened his mouth wide. Only after a long while did he dazedly continue his inspection.
Qin Shaofeng looked toward Chen Xing. "In light of this, I hope Sect Master Chen Xing can agree."
"Go on," Chen Xing said.
"What I just mentioned is the first move of Ghost Three Slashes. Sect Master Chen Xing will have to propose the requirements for the latter two moves. At the very least, they must be ten times higher than mine. As for those we