Old Ancestor Taichu trembled with rage, but he still gritted his teeth and accepted it.
Just then, Old Ancestor Hunyuan and Old Ancestor Wuji returned as well.
Together, they carried a massive black stone statue, its surface covered in densely packed turbid qi formation patterns.
"Taichu, you old bastard, what does that lousy bird of yours amount to?" Old Ancestor Hunyuan jeered loudly. "Look at what we brought back—an elder turbid qi puppet! Absolutely top-quality scrap!"
Old Ancestor Taichu's face turned livid, and he snorted coldly.
"Don't celebrate too soon. There's still half a month until the final tally. Who bags the deer remains to be seen!"
With that, he turned and left. Without even tending to his wounds, he led his remaining men straight back into the Forbidden Zone.
All of Central Province was swept up in this frenzy of competition.
Every day, enormous quantities of Scrap were transported back to the Immortal-Burying Abyss aboard the Immortal Court Prison Ship.
Old Ancestor Xuanming recorded accounts until his hands cramped every day, and the smile never left his face.
Outside the stone chamber.
Emperor Jiang Wu felt the terrifying pressure continuously seeping out from within and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
"Fellow Daoist Cangwu, the Token Master's aura... has it grown stronger again?"
Old Ancestor Cangwu leaned against the stone wall, cradling the Dark-Gold Long Sword, his gaze complicated.
"Stronger doesn't begin to describe it."
He looked at the black-gold light spilling through the gap in the stone door.
“I feel that, with his current strength, the Token Master could obliterate even a true Peerless Grade Longevity Realm cultivator with a single punch.”
Emperor Jiang Wu sucked in a cold breath.
"If the Heavenly Patrol Guards really descended and saw the Token Master like this, they'd probably be