Yun Huanling noticed someone's gaze wandering over the Storage Ring beside him, and a flicker of mockery flashed through his eyes.
"Stop looking. I've already emptied out all the truly good things. Everything still in the Storage Ring is of little use."
When their boss remained silent, one of the underlings plucked up his courage and asked, "What do you mean by this?"
Yun Huanling smiled. "Why, I'm offering these things in exchange for my life, of course."
They were all old hands who had spent years scheming and deceiving in the cultivation world. Naturally, they did not believe him.
Still, one seemingly clever fellow decided to turn his scheme against him. "Fine. Hand over everything you have, and we'll let you live!"
Inwardly, however, he could not help thinking, A divination cultivator is just a divination cultivator-useless at anything except telling fortunes. He's already lost his nerve.
Yun Huanling nodded. "Sure. But how are you going to divide it all?"
As he spoke, he picked up a bottle shimmering with golden light. Anyone could tell at a glance that it was worth a fortune.
As though afraid they would not recognize it, Yun Huanling explained, "This contains a Nine-Turn Soul-Restoring Pill. Having it is as good as having a second life. Unfortunately, I only have one left."
He looked thoroughly troubled, as though unable to decide whom to give it to.
The other robbers stole sideways glances at their boss up front. When they realized he had not demanded it all for himself this time, their hearts began to warm with anticipation.
Only the underling who had planned to turn the scheme against Yun Huanling vaguely sensed that something was wrong with their boss.
After a moment's thought, he ultimately said nothing. After all, once their boss came to