"Skinny Monkey! You little brat!"
The courtyard gates burst open with a bang. Huo Ling'er strode in wearing a scarlet dress, with Xia Youyu following behind in flowing white robes.
The moment the two women crossed the threshold, their feet froze in place, and both their mouths fell open into an O.
The flesh of ancient remnant beasts towered like a mountain in the courtyard, its savage, bloody aura surging skyward and scattering the clouds overhead. Dazhuang, Ermeng, and the other two Stone Village boys each clutched a dazzling, top-grade defensive Treasure Weapon, grinning like fools.
Most outrageous of all was the enormous Black Pot in the center.
Dozens of radiant spirit medicines lay neatly arranged on the stone slabs beside it. Ten translucent pieces of primordial rune bone sat in the most conspicuous spot, wreathed in intricate, profound runes.
Huo Ling'er stared wide-eyed and pointed at the pile. "You... did you rob the sect's treasury?"
"We earned this through hard work," Shi Hao replied with perfect confidence, hugging a bronze heart-protecting mirror. "And workers' compensation."
"..."
Xia Youyu was speechless.
As a core disciple, she knew all too well how much these resources were worth. Those ten rune bones were high-grade ancient relics from the Scripture Repository's deepest reserves. Workers' compensation? You really have the nerve to make that up.
Before the two women could recover from their shock, something else happened.
Dozens of brilliant streaks of escape light tore through the night sky and thundered down into the courtyard.
The Pavilion Master led the charge, followed closely by the eight Guardians and a host of elders. More than thirty white-haired, white-bearded old men with auras as deep as abysses crowded into the little courtyard.
Dazhuang and Ermeng were so frightened that they stumbled three steps back, clutching their