In just half an hour, these cultivators had snatched up every last one of the millions of Demon Cores.
Those who'd joined the scramble were all Rogue Cultivators. The disciples from major forces had stayed where they were and watched. Once they returned, their own forces would give them appropriate rewards.
These things could be left for the Rogue Cultivators.
They had no particular attachment to their homeland. They'd fought for every bit of their cultivation, step by step. This time, they'd resisted the Demon Race without hesitation, relying entirely on themselves.
So it would only be fair to give them some rewards.
"Hahaha! I got a full thirty thousand Demon Cores. I won't be short on resources for the next five years—no, ten years!"
A Nascent Soul Realm cultivator patted his bulging chest, his face full of satisfaction.
No fighting had broken out over the Demon Cores. Whoever got them, kept them.
After this great battle, even two people who hadn't known each other before had developed a little fondness for one another.
After all, they'd fought side by side.
"Everyone, that brings this to a close. Thank you for taking part in the battle against the Demon Race. It's all over now, so you may return whenever you're ready."
Only after seeing every last Demon Core claimed did Jian Wushuang finally speak.
"Very well, Fellow Daoist Wushuang. We'll take our leave."
With that, the Rogue Cultivators departed one after another.
They'd reaped such a tremendous harvest this time that they were sure to return and go into seclusion, first digesting all these Demon Cores.
"It's all over now. I should head back, too."
Ye Lin stood with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance. When he returned this time, he'd surely become an Inner Sect disciple