Get Rich, Then Run Far Away

Jiang Ding looked toward the merit ranking.

Wei Qingqing was first, Yu Zhong second. Behind each merit record was a divine-sense imprint; anyone who touched one with their divine sense could see scene after scene of the merit holder fighting, slaughtering enemies, and persuading other Golden Core cultivators to surrender. These had been submitted by the cultivators themselves and audited to ensure there was no duplication or conflict.

Especially the latter—persuading surrenders accounted for the greater part of the merits.

To be honest, Yu Zhong and Wei Qingqing, one at mid-stage Golden Core and the other at early-stage Golden Core, were still far from standing head and shoulders above the rest in strength. Yet they had persuaded the most people to surrender, earning the greatest merits in this way.

As for fighting and killing, it accounted for relatively little. Once the formation had been broken, there had been no enemies worth mentioning.

Golden Core divine sense operated at tremendous speed.

In merely a dozen or so breaths, the Golden Core cultivators had each chosen the third-rank heavenly treasures, third-rank magic treasures, and other rewards they wanted. A few with abundant merits chose fourth-rank heavenly treasures.

Many third-rank heavenly treasures with limited quantities were redeemed in the blink of an eye. The quick got them; the slow went without.

"True Lord..."

Once everything was finished, all the Golden Core cultivators looked eagerly at Jiang Ding.

"Fellow Daoists, catch."

With a thought from Jiang Ding, storage pouches rose into the air and opened automatically. Spirit herbs, ores, magic treasures, bottles of pills that enhanced cultivation, and even fourth-rank spirit herbs and fourth-rank heavenly treasures flew out one after another, tracing eye-catching arcs through the sky.

All kinds of heavenly treasures and magic treasures densely filled the air, blotting out the sky and