"You're asking for death!" Mu Qinglan flew into a rage.
"Oh, dear!" Seeing this, the elders hurriedly swarmed her and lifted her bodily off the ground.
"Sect... Qinglan, calm down! Calm down!"
"That's right, that's right!"
"Fighting over an uneven split of the loot is what bandits and robbers do! We're a proper immortal cultivation sect. We can't let people make a laughingstock of us!"
Bai Jin'er chimed in with a perfectly serious expression. "But we are bandits."
Smack!
Chun Xiaobai slapped her forehead.
"What do you mean, bandits? We're civilized people!"
"Oh, right, right!" Bai Jin'er nodded hurriedly. "Robbery is what bandits do. We're doing business, so that doesn't make us bandits!"
"Of course we're not bandits," Chun Xiaobai said. "Even if we were, we'd be high-end bandits!"
"Right, right! The Great King is a high-end bandit!" Everyone nodded.
"Get lost!"
Chun Xiaobai kicked out again, then pointed at the boxes on the ground. "These three Heaven-Tier Magical Treasures are yours. Pick another two Rare Treasures yourselves."
"What?!" The elders lit up.
There were only eight treasures in total, and he was giving them five outright?
Mu Qinglan, who was still kicking up a fuss some distance away, froze too. "This brat is actually that generous?"
"The Great King is magnanimous!"
The elders immediately cupped their hands in salute.
"All right, all right, spare me the empty flattery. Hurry up and divide them."
Chun Xiaobai waved a hand and pulled Zhang Xuanhe aside. "Go settle the bill with old Cangshan."
"Will do!" Zhang Xuanhe nodded.
All they had to do was pay the old man a billion spirit stones for each job anyway. These treasures, on the other hand, were worth hundreds of trillions of spirit stones!
With everything taken care of, Chun Xiaobai lay down on a large