The Clear Sky Sect was full of paupers—the kind so broke they might as well piss blood. You could turn its treasury upside down and still not find a thousand Gold Soul Coins.
As for rare treasures, it had none at all.
Its tables, chairs, benches, and everyday ornaments were all carved from stone quarried out of the mountain. They were so crude that even if you tried to sell them, buyers would complain they were too heavy.
But!
The Clear Sky Sect might have been poor, but its elders were loaded. Every one of them had at least three Soul Bones, and some even had four.
The five elders had eighteen Soul Bones between them.
Add Tang Xiao's full set of six, and the Clear Sky Sect had possessed twenty-four Soul Bones.
Even Spirit Hall might not have had that many in its collection.
Bone Douluo was beside himself with delight. He turned into a corpse-dismantling expert on the spot, pulling the five elders' bodies apart and digging out every Soul Bone. He piled them together, and the dense waves of energy left everyone there staring with hungry eyes.
"How do we divide these Soul Bones?"
These were Soul Bones. Even the high-level Soul Masters present did not necessarily have one. Restlessness swept through the crowd as they stared at the pile, eyes red with longing.
Ning Fengzhi was about to speak when a thought struck him. He turned to Su Chen with his usual gentle bearing and said encouragingly:
"My young friend Su Chen, you were the victim in this affair. The Clear Sky Sect joined forces with Prince Xue Xing so he could hand you over once he took the throne."
"I think you should suggest how the Soul Bones are divided."
Su Chen glanced at Ning