After Yan Biao left, Tang Yan carefully examined the five men's Storage Rings.
The core disciple who led them had been fairly well-off.
Inside were forty-three pills he did not recognize, but they contained abundant spirit power and were probably treasure pills!
Besides those, there were ten mid-grade spirit stones, two hundred low-grade spirit stones, two Spirit Artifacts, five Magic Treasures, one divine weapon, and assorted medicinal ingredients.
The four Inner Sect Disciples had fewer assets. Even combined, they amounted to less than half of the core disciple's.
At present, Inner Sect Disciples only had to complete one Grade-C Mission each month.
He remembered that one of the Grade-C Missions required refining twenty treasure pills. He could easily use his spoils to fulfill it.
With that thought, Tang Yan settled down to read without worry.
Early the next morning.
Tang Yan brought Yan Biao to Tong Banzhi's courtyard.
"Second Senior Brother, come out! We're going to pick up missions!" Yan Biao knocked on Tong Banzhi's bedroom door.
When the door opened, Tong Banzhi emerged in a pink nightgown, his hair disheveled. Flailing his arms, he launched into a tirade. "Knock, knock, knock! Knock your damn head!
You're even picking up missions? Why do you have to grab every bargain? Can you even handle them?
Get in here and sleep!"
With that, Tong Banzhi dragged Yan Biao toward the room.
Yan Biao clung to the doorframe and wailed, "Junior Brother, save me!"
Tang Yan said calmly, "Second Senior Brother, Master put me in charge of supervising your missions. There's only half a month left. If you don't start now, you probably won't make it. You have half a tea's time to get ready and go to the Mission Hall."
"Not going. Whoever wants to do them can do them!" Tong Banzhi