Chapter 1018 - 472: Master and Disciples Dividing the Spoils (2)

As for Pills, there were even more.

It was just that these Pills were far inferior in quality to those refined by Chen Ye, with quite a lot of Erysipelas remaining inside.

In addition,

there were several Magical Treasures of excellent quality, among which the most precious was that set of Lock-Spirit Shrouding-Heaven Array.

"But... this Array is generally used for covert assassinations. For me, it doesn’t seem all that useful?"

Chen Ye muttered to himself,

"Forget it. It’s a rare Array Plate after all, better not sell it. Maybe I’ll get a chance to use it in the future."

"Waa—so bright!"

Qing Jun was dazzled by the glow of the Spirit Stones until her big eyes squinted into two slits, and her little hand instinctively reached out to grab them,

"Master, Master, we’ve struck it rich! Does this mean Qing Jun can buy candied hawthorn every day from now on, and eat roasted Spirit-Feather Chicken every meal?"

"All you think about is eating."

Chen Ye smilingly knocked her small head,

"These Spirit Stones will temporarily go into the public pool. I’ll give you more pocket money every month later. These few Second Tier Upper Grade Magical Treasures are pretty good though. Each of you pick one to carry on you, just in case."

After finishing dividing the wealth of Huayue Mansion, Chen Ye turned his gaze toward those two Storage Bags belonging to the old Devils of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect.

As soon as the old Devils’ Storage Bags were opened, an icy, bone-piercing Evil Qi spread out.

Inside the Storage Bags,

there were actually dozens of corpses. Among these corpses were both Qi Cultivation Cultivators and Foundation Establishment Cultivators.

The one with the highest Cultivation was a Cultivator at the Foundation Establishment Sixth Layer.

"Hmm? Isn’t this man a hidden expert cultivating in seclusion in the Peach Mountain District? He actually fell victim to the Ten Thousand Puppets."

Chen Ye’s brows furrowed slightly. After his Divine Sense had formed, he had specifically swept over the Peach Mountain District and discovered quite a few Foundation Establishment Cultivators cultivating in seclusion there, and this corpse was precisely one of them.

"Ew... it stinks so bad!"

Qing Jun pinched her little nose in disgust and whooshed to hide behind Zhiwei.

She wasn’t afraid of corpses, she just couldn’t stand that smell!

If it contaminated her, that would be terrible.

Back when Master held her, he always said she smelled nice. If she turned stinky, Master wouldn’t want to hold her anymore...

"Master, these corpses have all been processed by the Ten Thousand Puppets’ Cultivators, their quality is excellent. What do you intend to do?"

Zhiwei asked softly.

"Forget it, let them rest in peace. Later I’ll tell Hee Qi to bury these corpses outside the valley."

Chen Ye shook his head.

He didn’t consider himself a gentleman, but he still wouldn’t use innocent Cultivators to refine corpses.

Zhiwei nodded in deep agreement.

Chen Ye gave his sleeve a sweep, Spiritual Light flashed at his fingertips, and he put those corpses back into a separate Storage Bag, sealing off that pungent corpse stench.

"Huu—finally it doesn’t stink anymore!"

Qing Jun relaxed as if granted amnesty, letting go of her pinched nose. She cautiously sniffed the surrounding air, then happily scooted back to the stone table, and even rubbed against Chen Ye’s sleeve on purpose to prove she was still that fragrant little disciple.

Besides the corpses, the Storage Bags of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect’s old Devils still contained many yin-cold attribute Spiritual Materials, such as Ten-Thousand-Year Yin Wood, Dark Yin Evil Water, and several pieces of beast bones emitting a ghostly glow.

Just then, Jin’er’s sleeve cuff stirred slightly.

A dark-green vine quietly poked out its head, trembling excitedly toward that pile of yin-cold materials, like a wild beast starved for a long time suddenly seeing a delicious feast.

"Master, these things... Teng seems to like them a lot." Jin’er tilted her small face up, looking at Chen Ye with hopeful eyes.

"The Demon Cultivators of the Ten Thousand Puppet Sect have long dealt with Corpse Qi and Evil Qi. Though these materials don’t look pleasing to the eye, their quality is quite good."

Chen Ye smiled gently and nodded,

"The Vine King is now already in the Late-stage Foundation Establishment. Though it’s a Demon Plant, it still needs cultivation resources. Jin’er, these will all be yours. But when refining them, you must proceed step by step and not let the Evil Qi backlash against your mind."

"Thank you, Master! Jin’er will definitely be careful!"

Jin’er replied joyfully. With a wave of her tender white hand, the Demon Plant vine in her sleeve turned into a dark-green great net, sweeping away all those revolting yin-cold materials before shrinking back in satisfaction.

Now that Chen Ye’s wealth had grown and his disciples’ Cultivation had risen, it was time to change some of his old policies.

Chen Ye paused for a moment and looked at his three disciples:

"Previously, because your Cultivation was still shallow, ’an ordinary man is not guilty, but carrying a jade ring is his crime’, so I kept the spoils from Luo Xiao Grotto Heaven for you. But now, not only do you sisters have the ability to protect yourselves, your mental states have also grown more steady. These fortunes should naturally be handed over for you to manage yourselves."

With that, Chen Ye swept his sleeve and divided the disciples’ reserve funds into three shares. Suddenly, his movements paused. He looked at the Spirit Stones on the stone table and pondered for a moment.

Back then, his disciples’ gains in Luo Xiao Grotto Heaven amounted to more than a hundred thousand Spirit Stones.

But over these years, the rate at which the sisters burned through Spirit Stones had also been astonishing, and now only tens of thousands remained.

As for himself, holding the one hundred and fifty thousand Spirit Stones dividend that Mao Qingzhu had just sent, plus this windfall before him worth two hundred thousand, he could now be considered one of the rare wealthy men in the Cultivation Realm of Yan Kingdom.

Since the Master had made a fortune, how could he treat his disciples poorly?

With a thought, Chen Ye simply formed a sword with his fingers and neatly carved out a very large portion from the heap of Spirit Stones.

"Clatter—"

The Spirit Stones flowed like water into three brand-new Storage Bags.

"Inside, besides the shares you originally gained in the Grotto Heaven, I’ve added some extra for each of you."

Chen Ye handed the three heavy Storage Bags to Zhiwei, Jin’er, and Qing Jun respectively, speaking with lofty generosity,

"Each of you gets fifty thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. These Spirit Stones are yours to spend as you like, whether for cultivation or for enjoyment. When you’re out and about, you must never let yourselves suffer grievances when it comes to Spirit Stones!"