Chen Xun and Big Black Ox also took out every spirit herb from that Storage Bag, without holding back even a scrap.
"If you did not obtain three main-flavor spirit herbs, there is no need to be discouraged. You can accumulate them for next time, and you will naturally receive sect contributions as well."
Wei Shan stood with one hand behind his back, a sharp gleam flashing through his eyes as he calmly swept his gaze over everyone. "This seat will record everything. The sect will certainly not fail you all."
Those words—the sect will certainly not fail you all—rekindled the ashes in many eyes. Their hearts stirred with excitement. They had gained experience this time; in the next twenty years, they would still have another chance!
Yet Chen Xun and Big Black Ox trembled all over. Peak Lord Wei had claimed he would not inspect them, but through the Essence of All Things' senses, he had just swept every inch of their bodies. Fortunately, no one dared embezzle anything. They were all honest people.
He and Big Black Ox were the most honest of all, having contributed the most to the sect. The others had clearly not sensed that inspection and were still listening attentively to Wei Shan.
"Take out your Eight Trigrams Contribution Tokens."
Wei Shan looked unhurried and at ease. Spiritual power surged from his fingers, and all the spirit herbs on the ground were gathered into his Storage Ring. "Once the sect confirms them, your contribution points will naturally turn from illusion into reality."
"Yes." Everyone cupped their fists and took out their sect contribution tokens.
Wei Shan had already estimated their values based on the varieties and ages of the spirit herbs.
More than a hundred people discovered an illusory number appearing in their sect