Zhou Xuan stepped out through the stone chamber's door.
Everyone outside craned their necks.
Old Ancestor Taichu stood at the front, rubbing his hands together, his palms slick with sweat.
Old Ancestor Xuanming clutched his Ledger, staring eagerly at Zhou Xuan's hands.
In the distance, Xie Yuan and the others lay flat in the mud, not daring to breathe too loudly for fear of missing anything.
Zhou Xuan opened his palm.
Three translucent Top-Grade Crystal Stones lay in it.
The rich, refreshing fragrance of Immortal Court Origin instantly spread.
Old Ancestor Taichu's breathing grew extremely heavy.
Zhou Xuan picked up the smallest one.
It was only the size of a fingernail.
He casually tossed it.
The crystal stone traced an arc through the air toward Old Ancestor Taichu.
Old Ancestor Taichu startled and hurriedly reached out with both hands, fumbling to catch it.
Holding that tiny Crystal Stone, he froze.
That was all?
The anticipation on Old Ancestor Taichu's face instantly collapsed.
He looked at the fingernail-sized Crystal Stone in his hands, a tight knot forming in his chest.
Ten thousand contribution points!
The Taichu Immortal Vein had lost three elders at the peak Spirit Transformation stage and ruined a sect-guarding magic treasure passed down through three generations.
Only after exhausting the strength of nine oxen and two tigers had they dragged that Longevity realm Turbid Qi Bone Dragon back from the Sea Eye in the East Sea.
And all they got in exchange was this little thing?
Old Ancestor Taichu felt he had taken a massive loss.
This deal was practically carving flesh off his bones.
He raised his head, intending to voice a few complaints to Zhou Xuan.
Before he could speak, the dao fruit inside him suddenly began trembling violently.
Old Ancestor Taichu instinctively circulated his cultivation