Jiang Changkong accepted the six thousand Star Stones, along with the Star Stones they had gained from killing, feeling somewhat regretful.
If they had not drawn in a late-stage Star Spirit Star Demon and caused the competition to end early, he could have won even more.
The Star Demons he and these people had killed, even counting all the Star Treasury-level ones together, amounted to only nearly three hundred.
There were six or seven hundred at the Star Gate Level; the Star Sea Level ones were not worth mentioning.
Of the Star Treasury-level ones, more than half were early stage. There were only a few top-grade ones, around ten high-grade ones, and the rest were mid-grade.
Calculated like this, there was not much Essence, Qi, and Spirit.
However, added to the three hundred thousand Essence, Qi, and Spirit he had won from Lin Yunwang, it was more than enough to upgrade one martial art.
"I'll go return the Lunar Blade and Sword to him."
After saying that, Jiang Changkong rose and left.
This place was already safe, so there was no need for him to stay and watch over them.
Heng Yongxing's expression was painfully conflicted. Six thousand Star Stones—they had failed to win the Moon Laurel Leaf and had even lost six thousand Star Stones on top of that.
"Ah, if not for this accident, I think we still would have had a chance to win."
After Jiang Changkong had gone far away, Heng Yongxing could not help muttering in a low voice.
"Win with what? Didn't you see just now that Jiang Changyue was nearby too?"
The pain from An Yuanshan's injuries made his old face twitch. "If things had started going badly, would Jiang Changyue really have stood by without acting?"
Heng Yongxing opened his mouth, but