After Lu Qingshan gleefully finished handing out everyone's pay, the elders who had been trembling earlier began shaking even harder.
This time, however, they were not trembling from fear.
They were trembling with excitement.
Those old fellows sat in the distance, cradling their Storage Rings, tears streaming down their weathered faces.
"After living for hundreds of years, I've finally found the right way to pursue immortal cultivation!"
"Exactly! Sure, it was a little dangerous, but this one trip earned us as much as a few hundred years of muddling along in the sect!"
"Indeed!" The elders who had previously clamored to quit no longer mentioned leaving. Every one of them beamed with delight. "And this is only the beginning!"
"That's right!" Another elder cradled his Storage Ring and sighed with feeling. "You have to admit, dangerous as it was, this money... sure smells sweet!"
"Right! Two hundred million spirit stones just for standing there. Sounds good to me!"
"What?! Two hundred million spirit stones?!"
Nearby, Zhang Xuanhe froze when he heard their discussion.
Then a wave of discomfort swept through him.
That old bastard Lu Qingshan had pocketed three hundred million spirit stones in one go!
That... was fucking highway robbery!
He immediately got up, ready to tell those innocent elders the truth.
But he had barely taken a step when someone grabbed his arm.
He turned to look and found Han Jiufeng beside him.
Han Jiufeng winked at him and pulled him aside.
Zhang Xuanhe refused to go along quietly. "What are you dragging me away for?! Don't tell me you're helping that shameless swindler Lu Qingshan cover this up!"
Han Jiufeng lowered his voice. "Brother Zhang, are you stupid? If that old bastard can take a cut, then... so can we!"
"Wouldn't reporting him just be shooting yourself