Seeing his expression as though both his parents had died, Chun Xiaobai said nothing. He simply frisked the five new captives, pulled out five Storage Bags, and stuffed them into his arms.
"Take them! These five fellows are paying compensation for your losses!"
Xiao Zhang froze. He looked down at the five Storage Bags in his hands, then back up at Chun Xiaobai.
Half believing and half doubting, he extended his Divine Sense into the Storage Bags. The next second, that bereaved expression vanished, and he asked cautiously.
"Great King... these... are really for me?"
"Of course they are!" Chun Xiaobai waved a hand, his generosity soaring to the clouds.
"When has this Great King ever cheated his own brothers?"
"If you don't believe me, just wait until the Second Boss and Third Boss get back and ask them! On this trip to the Mountain of Ten Thousand Spirits alone, they've already received fifty Storage Bags each!"
"What? Fifty?!"
Xiao Zhang felt his heartbeat suddenly quicken, and even his breathing grew heavy.
Fifty Storage Bags!
For centuries, the disciples of their Heavenly Baleful Valley had been subjected to joint sanctions by the Righteous Alliance. Normally, they didn't even have anywhere to take missions and earn a little extra money.
Aside from making puppets to sell on the Black Market for a pittance, their only option was to tuck their heads into their waistbands and join these confrontation missions.
Worst of all, the underground dealers in their region kept a stranglehold on puppet prices. Even Mystic Tier puppets were practically selling for the price of cabbages.
And they had to hand over ninety-nine percent of the treasures in the Storage Bags they collected during these confrontation missions.
The five Storage Bags in his hands might not contain much individually, but together,