Distributing the Spoils!

After hearing what Lingling had to say, Mo Fan's expression darkened instantly.

The current situation was far from optimistic, though the lockdown was for the best to prevent any students carrying a Parasitic Demon Insect from escaping and causing incalculable losses.

With mutual assistance, the group escorted those female students to the infirmary.

The healing-type female student looked quite spirited now, and when she saw Lan Yu bring back a large group of female students, she was filled with astonishment.

"You guys are truly amazing. Even with many of us working together, we might not have been able to handle these demons, yet you solved so many," she praised them sincerely.

"It's alright," Mo Fan smiled modestly in front of the pretty girl, though deep down, he felt he was incredibly badass.

Lan Yu shook his head; his only focus now was dealing with that Scale-Skin Mother Demon.

Taking this opportunity to make Mo Fan owe him a favor would be highly beneficial in the future, as debts of gratitude are the hardest to repay.

"Annoying guy, I have some bad news to tell you all," Lingling's voice rang out again.

"What is it?"

"The Scale-Skin Mother Demon has realized we've locked this place down. According to the latest intel, if the Mother Demon is pushed into a corner, she will issue a suicide order to all the Cyan-Yellow Demoness, and their suicide will drain the life force of everyone they have parasitized," Lingling said in a heavy tone.

"No way, we've only saved twenty-something people so far, and there are way more people parasitized than that..." Mo Fan frowned.

This wasn't a laughing matter; if the Mother Demon really was pushed to the brink, the death toll could easily exceed a hundred in an instant.

Furthermore, the death of so many people at once would inevitably trigger social unrest.

"The Hunter King can't get in, and the school authorities can't easily make a move either. Everyone is still looking for an entrance to the gymnasium that won't alert the Mother Demon... but dragging this out will only make things worse, so the Hunter King and the others want you to take out the Mother Demon," Lingling said.

"We go?"

Mo Fan turned his head, his gaze meeting Lan Yu's.

There was no need to guess; the Mother Demon was surely surrounded by plenty of underlings and minor demons.

How could the three of them possibly wipe out that Mother Demon?

"With just the three of us, I'm afraid that's going to be tough..." Lan Yu spoke up.

"Speak your mind," Lingling said with black lines on her forehead; she seemed to know exactly what Lan Yu was going to say next.

"It's not that we can't go and take out the Mother Demon, but you'll have to pay more!"

Afterward, the three followed the route Lingling pointed out, heading toward the third floor of the gymnasium.

"Mo Fan, let's get this straight: you're in it for the money, and I'm in it for the reputation. But if my life is threatened, I'm turning around and leaving. For something like this, I'll do what I can, but that doesn't mean I'm going to throw my life away," Zhao Manyan said seriously while running.

"What do you mean?" Mo Fan didn't quite understand Zhao Manyan's point.

In truth, he hadn't expected Zhao Manyan to choose to fight at all. He was just a Light-element mage; even if Light-element magic had a significant effect on these demons, a Light-element mage's combat power was extremely limited.

"I won't hide it from you, I'm from the Zhao Family, and our family's influence is greater than the Mu Family. Of course, most of us scions from prestigious families don't go around throwing our weight at school; we mostly want to build our own reputations—partly to prove ourselves, and partly to attract talent for the family."

"The impact of this Mother Demon incident will definitely be significant. If I take the credit for the primary kill, my influence and family prestige will rise sharply, and the family will value me more," Zhao Manyan said.

Hearing Zhao Manyan say this, Mo Fan exhaled and said, "I don't get you people... but anyway, I'm already notorious, so reputation doesn't mean much to me. Even if I solve the Mother Demon, I figure it'll just be a way to clear my name."

Hearing this, Zhao Manyan's eyes darted around, and he said, "That's perfect then. We'll work together to take down the Mother Demon; the credit goes to me, and the money and resources go to you guys."

"Besides, other people aren't stupid. How many do you think will believe that?" Lan Yu asked.

"Who cares if they believe it or not? As long as both of you testify that I killed the Mother Demon, isn't that enough? Even if people don't believe it, so what?" Zhao Manyan said.

Mo Fan pondered for a moment. He was indeed very short on money at this stage; after all, he had four elements to support—he was basically a money-burning furnace.

"Fine, deal. But..."

"Name your price," Zhao Manyan said quite generously.

"A Wing Magic Tool."

"..."

"Bye-bye then~"

"A Spirit-Grade Lightning Seed. If that won't work, I'll just go with this brother here. I'm not counting on you for any combat power anyway; I have my own defensive measures," Mo Fan said with a serious face.

Zhao Manyan gritted his teeth and cursed, "Damn it, you treacherous bastard, you're ruthless!"

A Spirit-Grade Lightning Seed was generally worth around thirty million.

Moreover, Spirit-Grade seeds were often in short supply; the moment they hit the auction house, they would be snatched up by other wealthy factions in minutes.

Although the Zhao Family could afford a Spirit-Grade Lightning Seed, it wasn't something they could just buy on a whim.

Damn it, having this guy as a roommate—I, Zhao Manyan, must have had the worst luck in eight lifetimes!

"Is it a deal?" Mo Fan asked, seeing his reaction.

"Deal!" Zhao Manyan gritted his teeth.

Besides, there was no harm in being on good terms with this guy; if he ran into any trouble later, it wouldn't be a problem to ask him for a hand.

"Lan Yu, what about you?" Zhao Manyan continued, looking at Lan Yu.

"Me? I haven't decided yet, but you two owe me a favor for now. I'll let you know what I want later," Lan Yu said.

In any case, they would inevitably clash with the Holy City in the future, and by then, these people would all be a source of assistance.

"When did I ever owe you a favor?" Mo Fan looked bewildered. So, this guy's name was Lan Yu.

It seemed he had just been passing by the stadium when Lingling conscripted him into service.

If anyone owed a favor, it was Lingling; what the hell did that have to do with him?

"Alright, it's settled then." Lan Yu didn't give Mo Fan a chance to speak, cutting off the words he was about to utter.

"The third floor is covered in red dots, and here you are, discussing how to split the credit while walking up the stairs!!" Lingling's cold voice came through.

Clearly, she was suppressing her anger.

"Shut up, brat."

"..."

The three of them had reached the third floor by now and discovered that the rehearsal had already begun.

They had no interest in listening to the deafening music; instead, they scanned the dense crowd in the hall below as they ran.

According to Lingling, among these four or five thousand spectators, over a hundred had been parasitized, and other Cyan-Yellow Demoness were currently gathering here from other parts of the stadium.

Once the mother demon gave the order, those demonesses would reveal their true forms, and this entire concert rehearsal hall would turn into a slaughterhouse.

With four or five thousand people, most of whom were merely entry-level mages, even if some could react and fight back, the others certainly wouldn't be able to.

"You need to move quickly and eliminate the mother demon, otherwise you will be surrounded by a massive swarm of Cyan-Yellow Demoness, and by then, you will have virtually no way to survive!"