With the Sect Master backing him, there were always people making snide remarks whenever he earned merit or gained anything.
They said he relied on connections.
They said he went through the back door.
As though half the credit for everything he had done for the sect and every hardship he had endured over the years belonged to his junior sister.
Over time, Lu Qingshan had stopped bothering to explain himself. Those elders disliked him, and he was equally unwilling to press his warm face against their cold backsides.
After all that, there were precious few people he could truly call old friends.
"Should I ask those old friends?"
Lu Qingshan considered it for a moment, then shook his head.
After all, this meant going out to sell Demonic Artifacts-a business that could cost them their heads.
If anything went wrong along the way, the few friends he had left in the sect might all go down with him. Then he would not even have anyone left to confide in.
"Or should I ask those old bastards who are always looking at people through a crack in the door?"
No sooner had the thought surfaced than Lu Qingshan felt something was off.
Chun Xiaobai might be a bandit with gall enough to swallow the heavens, but he really did have some ability.
Not only had he escaped a place as dangerous as the Ten Thousand Flowers Sect alive, he had actually gotten his hands on ten billion spirit stones.
If this deal with the Spirit Origin Sect succeeded too, each person would get a billion spirit stones.
That was a billion!
Would handing such a wonderful opportunity to those old bastards not be aiding the enemy?
Smack!
Lu Qingshan abruptly slapped himself.
"What do I mean, aiding the enemy?"
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