As the few of them spoke.
Qin Jiu stood behind them, his heart stirring as he listened.
It was not that he wanted a share of the spoils, but that he had his eye on the Nine-Calamity Mystic Turtle's innate talent.
"Perhaps I can fight for the chance."
"Have them let me help slaughter it?"
That was what he was thinking.
At that moment, Zheng Dahai nodded again. "That is indeed the only way. Every calamity of the Nine-Calamity Mystic Turtle is a death calamity. No one has ever seen a true Nine-Calamity Mystic Turtle. Better to deal with it early, lest others set their sights on it."
"This Mystic Turtle has undergone its third calamity, and evidently, that calamity was the three of you. Though it did not make it through, its essence blood can still extend a person's life by at least three years, while its inner core can help you condense true qi. This old man will not point fingers over how you handle it."
"Let the army enter the city and garrison first."
As he spoke, he turned to Xu Jinghua at his side. "You remembered all the locations I told you about these past two days, yes? Have them set up camp according to the arrangement of one Banner Commander and three Squad Leaders. Also, Qi Yuan, take those newly recruited disciples and their families to settle in the place chosen in the south of the city. Let them rest and get themselves in order for a few more days, then they may return to the sect."
"Yes."
The two clasped their fists and departed together.
Zheng Dahai nodded slightly, then looked at Qin Jiu. "These three are direct disciples of our sect. Zhou Yingxue is the sect master's third disciple, Lei Shaoqing is the