The vein of lower-grade spirit stones was like an irresistible cake, drawing the two camps into a struggle like starving tigers pouncing on prey for three days and nights. Yet its ownership remained undecided.
Casualties among both sides' disciples kept surging like the tide, while more and more small and medium-sized factions came to watch like sharks scenting blood, hoping to reap the fisherman's reward while others fought.
In the end, the two warring sides had no choice but to lower their banners and still their drums, beginning ceasefire negotiations. First, they swept the weaker factions out of the contest like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves.
The dozen or so factions that remained divided the mine of lower-grade spirit stones among themselves like hungry wolves.
Among them, the Misty Sect stood like a crane among chickens, claiming twenty percent of the allocation for itself.
The Clearwind Sect and the Corpse Puppet Sect each claimed fifteen percent. Like the three legs of a tripod, the three great sects held half the spoils between them.
The remaining fifty percent was divided among a dozen factions like starving dogs fighting over scraps.
After a fierce round of arguments, with the clamor never ceasing like a bustling marketplace, they finally settled on an allocation plan.
Each sect assigned disciples to mine spirit stones in proportion to its share, while the other disciples continued freely exploring the Secret Realm.
Amid this great melee, Qing Yun, Wang Yong, and the others had acted like cunning foxes, fishing in troubled waters during the chaos. They had picked up the Storage Rings of nearly a thousand Heavenly Prodigy disciples, becoming the greatest winners of the entire upheaval.
Moreover, they had discovered the Spirit Stones Mine first, giving them every advantage in the distribution of spirit stones,