A warm, innocent smile appeared on Qing Chen's face. He really was in a rather good mood now.
He casually opened a jade box before him. The high-grade spirit stones neatly arranged inside were crystalline and translucent, and even the spiritual energy in the hall grew a little richer.
Looking next at the Storage Dharma Artifacts containing sealed blood marrow and high-rank corpses, some of his displeasure over losing the Primordial Magnetism Cauldron and the Blood River God-Slaying Spear faded as well.
There simply hadn't been enough time. These pigs weren't fat enough yet.
"Leave these for me." Qing Chen pointed at the remaining entries in the accounts.
"As for the remaining Low- and Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, you and Xu Jiuling can distribute them. Office expenses, the Dao soldiers' immortal stipends-pay whatever needs paying..."
Those spirit stones were no longer of much use to him.
Su Zixuan acknowledged his orders and withdrew, while Qing Chen closed the jade boxes before him one by one. Along with the vast quantities of blood materials and corpses in the treasury, he put them all into the Nine-Luminaries Glazed Vidyaraja Pagoda.
A month later, the Immortal Dynasty's heavenly envoy arrived at Yanmen Pass.
The man who came was Wei Jin again.
Looking at the familiar, imposing pass before him, his heart had already filled with bitterness.
Why was he always the unlucky one? Couldn't they send someone else?
Assignments away from court usually offered plenty of fat pickings. Unfortunately, there were none to be had with Qing Chen, and the danger was considerable too.
Gao Wuyong had even dressed it up by claiming he had a friendship with Qing Chen. Wouldn't he know whether they had a friendship?
This time, Qing Chen did not make him wait six months. He soon ordered Su