Chapter 318: Divide the Gold by Heavy Scale, Leave a Message on the Heavenly River

After leaving the mountains and pulling off a big job, the next step is the great-scale division of gold.

The Nine Mountains bandits, back at the mountain, sat in orderly ranks within the Grand Palace of Tian Gong Island, all gazing at the center of the hall.

Most obvious was the black stone brought back by Sister Zhang, standing upright on the ground, its surface riddled with sword marks as if telling a story.

Beside the stone stood a desk normally used by Zheng Fa, upon which lay five items—

a yellow leather gourd and a jade cylinder, both from the Water Palace.

The gate opened, revealing a sea of pink—endless peach orchards stretched before him, branches bowed under clusters of pink blossoms, countless bees and butterflies dancing amid the flowers.

After his eyes darted around several times, he suddenly froze, as if understanding something.

If I weren't utterly drained, I'd rewrite the first three hundred thousand characters.

Naruto's disheveled figure surfaced from the murky water, his clothes caked with broken branches, dead leaves, and filthy mud, his body covered in purple-black bruises, a trickle of blood lingering at the corner of his mouth.

Dongfeng was about to answer when his phone chimed. Their phones never rang without reason—when it rang, something important was happening. He paused mid-sentence and glanced down at his phone.

His emotions had calmed somewhat; he was no longer frantic and lost. He knew someone had used Swan's fingerprint to open the door. Just two days ago, he had set up the system allowing Swan to enter and exit his private office via her fingerprint.

Gao Ziyu seemed to have urgent matters to discuss with some people—some she knew, like Dongfeng and Sparrow, and others she didn't.

Two loud thuds rang out as the two bodyguards were blasted backward by Brother Ying; they crashed into the wall with two dull thumps.

"I understand. Keep flying," Sucha replied after a moment, then stepped out and resealed the cockpit door, preparing to report to Lei.

"Don't be so polite," Li Jiahao said modestly to Li Xue. "Just spare me some trouble in the future. By the way, the Japanese government has confirmed—the payment's been deposited. Could you check your account, Sister?"

Princess Qingyan was furious—Lin Yifan was deliberately making things difficult for her, refusing to let her obtain the first-possessor proof of the Bi Shui Pearl, so he could claim it legitimately.

"We doctors save lives—we don't do this for rewards," Niu's tone changed instantly. Could that red envelope really contain five million? Niu wondered.

Qin Ge trained in the Horizontal Sword Technique of the Zongheng Sword Art, but for reasons unknown, he also mastered its ultimate killing move.

"If you really have that kind of ability, I guarantee you'll be promoted to an Inner Sect disciple the moment you return!" the middle-aged man laughed.

No need to thank me. Xie Jiaoyang smiled, his eyes bright as he stared ahead—cars surged past in an endless stream, giving the illusion of wandering through a painting.

Instead, they were divided into two categories: one of objects, one of people—clearly meant for Ye Qiong to choose from.

Her ambiguous hint had left the other person completely unmoved; this wounded Liu Chengyin's pride, and her irritation grew sharper.

"Did I show it?" Niu thought he'd only thought it—his expression must've still been serious.

"I'm Xu Meiyan. Now we know each other." She smiled again, sweet and genuine.

Xia Xun waved his arm, retrieving the jade slip he'd used to block the Heavenly Pillar guard's strike—the same slip given to him by several members of the Canglin Kingdom's Alchemy Guild before entering the Xuan Realm.

The long knife in Qin Ge's hand wasn't the custom-made premium blade he used for slaughtering—it was merely the standard-issue military academy issue, its craftsmanship far from refined.