109: Chapter 109 Rewards in Hand, Returning Home with a Full Load

The mouthful of old blood spat out by Master Xuanyang traced a mournful yet beautiful arc in the air, scattering onto the pile of grayish-white Spirit Stone powder before him, appearing exceptionally harsh to the eyes.

As the dignified Sect Master and a powerhouse at the Peak of the Divine Soul Realm, his face was now pale as a sheet, his body swaying unsteadily, looking somewhat more miserable than Li Qingfeng who had just fled back from the Wanshou Mountain Range.

The several Grand Elders on the high platform were also beating their chests and stamping their feet one by one, their facial wrinkles twitching from heartache.

Over a thousand Top-Grade Spirit Stones!

Those were the bottom-of-the-chest treasures in the Sect's treasury, the strategic reserves used to maintain the operation of the Guardian Array!

Now, just to perform an empowerment for a kid, right under everyone's noses, they had turned into a pile of useless trash!

The most crucial thing was that after spending such a huge price, this kid didn't even have the slightest reaction at all!

His cultivation was still at the Peak of the Late Stage of the Pulse Condensation Realm, and not even a trace of a sign of a Breakthrough could be seen!

This deal was simply a massive, unprecedented loss!

"My Spirit Stones... My Spirit Stones..." A Grand Elder in charge of guarding the treasury clutched his chest, tears streaming down his aged face, crying like a three-hundred-jin child.

The atmosphere of the entire square was awkward to the extreme.

Tens of thousands of Disciples watched the Sect Master spit blood and the Elder wail, then looked at the priceless pile of powder on the ground and the innocent-looking culprit in the center, each with a weird expression, wanting to laugh but not daring to, holding it in quite painfully.

Zhao Ruoan also snapped out of that warm, comfortable state.

The moment he opened his eyes, he saw Master Xuanyang spitting blood and the Elder crying bitterly, leaving him momentarily dazed.

"Uh... Sect Master, Elders, what is wrong with you all? Why are you even crying?" He stood up, patted the dust off his trousers, and asked with a concerned expression.

It would have been fine if he hadn't said that, but as soon as he spoke, Master Xuanyang was so enraged that another mouthful of old blood surged up to his throat, which he forcefully swallowed back down.

What is wrong with me? I should be asking what is wrong with you!

What kind of composition are you, kid? Are you a Reincarnation of the Taotie? You swallowed the accumulated wealth of our Sect for over a century, yet you still act like nothing happened!

"Cough... Cough cough!" Master Xuanyang forcefully steadied his mind, waved his hand, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing... This seat just... just had a slight mishap in Cultivation, it doesn't matter."

He couldn't possibly admit in front of the entire Sect that he attempted empowerment on his Disciple's Disciple, only to almost be sucked dry, could he?

Where would his dignity as the Sect Master be then?

"Oh, is that so." Zhao Ruoan nodded, then rubbed his hands together and asked with an expectant expression, "Then Sect Master, since the empowerment is over, where are my remaining rewards? Things like High Grade Spiritual Artifacts and Heaven Rank Cultivation Techniques, shouldn't they be given to me as well?"

"Pfft..."

The mouthful of old blood Master Xuanyang had just swallowed down almost spewed out again.

How can this kid be so carefree?!

We are so heartbroken over here that we are about to faint, yet you are still thinking about your puny rewards?

Doesn't your conscience hurt?!

"Give it to him! Give it all to him!" Master Xuanyang gritted his back teeth, squeezing these words out from between them.

He didn't want to look at this face for even another second now.

He feared that if he looked two more times, he wouldn't be able to help disregarding his identity as the Sect Master, rushing up to strangle this prodigal thing to death.

Soon, a deacon from the Zongwu Hall walked over tremblingly, holding a tray.

On the tray were three glittering Magic Treasures, an antique Jade Slip, and a Storage Pouch filled with purple crystals.

"Zhao... Senior Brother Zhao, these are your rewards for this grand tournament." The deacon's voice was shaking, "Three High Grade Spiritual Artifacts, which are the Chasing Wind Sword, Black Turtle Shield, and Monster-Binding Rope. One Low Grade Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique, 《Sea-Incinerating Art》. And... one hundred thousand Sect contribution points."

Zhao Ruoan glanced at them.

Those three Spiritual Artifacts had restrained brilliance, making it clear at a glance that they were no ordinary items.

But compared to the Immortal Artifact ice soul given to him by his Revered Master, they were just three pieces of scrap iron.

That Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique sounded quite domineering by name, but compared to the Great Dao Scripture he cultivated, it probably wasn't even worthy of carrying his shoes.

As for those one hundred thousand contribution points... Well, these seemed somewhat useful; he could use them in the future to exchange for some Medicinal Pills, Materials, and the like within the Sect, saving him from spending Spirit Stones himself.

"Fine then, many thanks."

Zhao Ruoan didn't stand on ceremony either; with a wave of his hand, he directly put all the items into his sumeru ring.

Even a mosquito's leg is meat; might as well take what's given for free.

Watching his taken-for-granted, and even slightly disdainful expression, the eyes of the surrounding Disciples turned practically red with envy.

Those were High Grade Spiritual Artifacts! That was a Heaven Rank Cultivation Technique!

These were things they might not even get one of after struggling for a lifetime, yet this guy still looked down on them?

Comparing people really makes one want to die of anger!

"Alright, since the rewards have been distributed, we will head back first."

Yun Qinghan, who had remained silent all along, spoke indifferently.

She took Zhao Ruoan's hand and turned to leave.

"Wait... Wait! Junior Martial Uncle Yun!" Master Xuanyang hurriedly called out to stop her.

"Something else?" Yun Qinghan turned back, her cold eyes looking at him.

"Well... regarding Li Qingfeng and Zhang Kuang..." Master Xuanyang glanced at the Master of Tianjian Peak and the Peak Master of Lieyang beside him, whose faces looked like dead people, and said bracingly, "Although the two of them lost to Ruoan in the grand tournament, they are after all Prodigies of the Sect, and now they are heavily injured with severely damaged cultivation... Would you see if you can let Ruoan make a move to... resolve the Sword Intent within their bodies?"

He had no other choice either.

Aside from Zhao Ruoan himself, probably only Yun Qinghan could dissolve the Fifth-Order Sword Intent inside Li Qingfeng's body.

But he wouldn't dare beg Yun Qinghan to make a move.

As for the Peak Master of Lieyang and the Master of Tianjian Peak, they had completely lost their temper at this moment and could only look at Zhao Ruoan with gazes bordering on entreaty.

They finally understood now that the young man before them was simply not an existence they could afford to provoke.

Let alone that Yun Qinghan stood behind him, even without Yun Qinghan, purely based on his masterful Fifth-Order Sword Intent, it would be enough for him to walk sideways across the Qingxuan Sect.

Right now, they only prayed that this great deity could raise his hand in mercy and save their precious Disciples.

Hearing this, Zhao Ruoan raised an eyebrow and looked at the two old men who had wanted to kill him just moments ago.

He touched his chin and showed a benign smile: "You want me to save people? Sure."

Upon hearing this, the two Peak Revered Masters immediately revealed looks of joy.

However, Zhao Ruoan's next sentence directly froze the smiles on their faces.

"However, my price for making a move is very expensive." Zhao Ruoan held up two fingers and said with a smile, "Twenty thousand Sect contribution points per person, or equivalent Spirit Stones and Medicinal Pills. No credit is given; pay first, treat later."

"What?! Twenty thousand contribution points?!"

The Peak Master of Lieyang's eyes rounded in shock, "Why don't you just go rob someone?!"

"I am already robbing you." Zhao Ruoan said righteously, "You can also choose not to get treatment; after all, it's not my Disciple who is dying. Letting your precious Prodigies lie in bed like that for the rest of their lives and become useless cripples is also quite nice."

"You!"

The Peak Master of Lieyang was so angered that he almost spat out another mouthful of old blood.

The Master of Tianjian Peak hurriedly pulled him back and squeezed out a smile at Zhao Ruoan that was uglier than crying: "Zhao... Senior Nephew Zhao, twenty thousand... isn't that a bit too much? Look, can you make it cheaper?"

"Take it or leave it." Zhao Ruoan didn't bother talking nonsense with them at all, and pulling Yun Qinghan's hand, he turned and left, "Revered Master, let's go home. Qiuyin, Xiamo, keep up."

"Hey, don't leave! Senior Nephew Zhao! We can talk things over!"

The Master of Tianjian Peak grew thoroughly anxious and hurried to chase after him.

Just kidding, Li Qingfeng was the future hope of their Tianjian Peak; if he really became a cripple, he as the Peak Revered Master wouldn't be able to account to the Sect.

"Forty thousand it is! We'll pay!" The Master of Tianjian Peak gritted his teeth, directly fished a whole bunch of jars and glowing crystals out of his Storage Pouch, and shoved them all at Zhao Ruoan in one go, "These Medicinal Pills and Spirit Stones definitely exceed the value of forty thousand contribution points! I beg you, please save Qingfeng quickly!"

Although the Peak Master of Lieyang felt heartache to the point of bleeding, he could only swallow his broken teeth along with his blood, and together they gathered the "medical fees".

Only then did Zhao Ruoan nod in satisfaction, slowly walk over to the stretcher, and casually pointed twice in the air toward the bodies of Li Qingfeng and Zhang Kuang.

Two barely perceptible strands of golden Qi merged into the bodies of the two.

The next moment, that terrifying Sword Intent entwined within their Meridians that caused them excruciating pain instantly vanished into thin air.

At almost the exact same time, Li Qingfeng and Zhang Kuang let out a comfortable moan, and their pale complexions rapidly recovered a trace of blood.

Although they were still very weak, at the very least, their lives were saved, and their Foundation was undamaged.

Having finished all this, Zhao Ruoan clapped his hands and, amidst the murderous gazes of the two Peak Revered Masters, swaggered away from the square with his Revered Master, his two little maidservants, and a huge pile of spoils.

Leaving behind a group of Elders and Disciples left in disarray by the wind, as well as the two Peak Revered Masters who had lost everything and were on the verge of tears.