Chapter 1897: Yang Chan

"Senior brother, I'll go check the spoils first!"

He Pingsheng clasped his hands and sat cross-legged directly on the deck.

At the same time, he threw out a formation plate, and with a thought of his divine sense, the second-tier God-Sealing Formation unfolded.

He Pingsheng wasn't doing this to deliberately shield Wang Dun's scrutiny.

He was afraid that when he was tallying the spoils, he would be spied upon by other God Voyage Realm cultivators nearby.

After all, this was on Wang Dun's divine vessel, and Wang Dun's divine vessel didn't have any defensive formations on it.

Next, He Pingsheng took out those six rings.

In an instant, he erased all the marks on them, then He Pingsheng didn't hold back and directly dumped out all the items from the six rings.

Clatter-clatter-clatter...

A pile of golden light flashed before He Pingsheng's eyes.

Hiss-hiss-hiss...

Seeing the items, He Pingsheng couldn't help but take a deep breath.

Good stuff!

Very wealthy.

Not to mention anything else, just the solid divine gold numbered in the tens of thousands.

Moreover, not only was it low-grade, but almost every ring contained medium-grade divine gold.

Besides divine gold, there were also pills.

Ping Shen Dan and Ling Shu Dan used for cultivation in the God Voyage Realm.

The key is, each of these rings contains a 【Three Zhang Valley】, and they are all inferior second-grade, and moreover, they are top-tier among second-grade.

He Pingsheng couldn't help but frown, and his eyelids twitched wildly twice.

Such wealthy God Voyage Realm cultivators are not commonly seen.

"This Golden Butterfly Immortal Sect, it seems not simple..." He Pingsheng took a deep breath, instantly feeling his head swell: I've provoked an even harder-to-offend power again.

Not to mention anything else, just looking at the items in these God Voyage Realm lower divine rings tells us they are far richer than the Lu family.

What exactly is this Golden Butterfly Immortal Sect?

Does the sect have a God King Realm or a God Emperor Realm?

Never mind, let's tally first and talk later!

The other side of the Mystic Realm of the Ancient Antiquity Ruins, God Voyage side.

A huge silver flying ship was slowly sailing forward!

Its speed wasn't fast, but this ship was extremely large; at first glance, one might mistake it for a divine warship.

On the deck at the bow, a man in silver armor stood, his whole body clad in armor, looking at first glance like some general from the mortal world.

He stood motionless at the bow like a mountain, his heavy aura pressing upon the surroundings.

His gaze swept around, constantly watching those streams of light surpassing him, yet he paid no heed, as if he were searching for something.

"Palace Wang Shixiong... Palace Wang Shixiong..."

"Not good!"

A disciple in moon-white Daoist robes came running out from a great hall at the rear of the decked vessel, panicking as he rushed to Palace Wang Shixiong's side.

Palace Lun turned his head: "What's wrong?"

"Senior brother, just now news came from the other side, saying...... saying......"

"Ji Ji Wang Shixiong and the others, just now, for a few stalks of third-tier divine grass, had a conflict with others, and then...... then......"

"They were slain by someone!"

"What?" The man in silver armor, Palace Lun, trembled, his face instantly turning deathly pale: "Slain by someone?"

"This stupid pig!"

"Just for a few measly stalks of third-tier divine grass......"

"Is the sect lacking this stuff?"

Palace Lun was so angry his whole body shook, and the light in his divine form flashed four times in succession.

If the Ji Ji that He Pingsheng slapped to death were here, Palace Lun dared to guarantee he could slap him to death four more times.

"Who just gave you the news?" Palace Lun asked after a few breaths.

The disciple said: "It's Niu Sike, the junior brother from Ziwei Peak!"

Palace Lun said: "Send him another message, telling him to come over quickly!"

"Not a moment can be delayed!"

"Stop the ship!" Palace Lun halted the flying divine vessel, then waved his hand: "Let your martial sister come to my dojo!"

Having said that, he walked toward his own dojo.

Soon, a woman in green robes also arrived at Palace Lun's dojo.

"Senior brother..." the woman's face was somewhat pale: "I... I heard... Ji Ji died?"

Pa...

Palace Lun directly slapped her, hard, across the face.

This slap used force, and instantly a red handprint appeared on the woman's fair complexion.

"Palace Lun, you've gone mad... why are you hitting me?"

The woman glared at Palace Lun, furious.

Palace Lun said coldly: "I've long said that Ji Ji this scoundrel acts without enough steadiness. The Yang Chan entering the earth is a matter of great importance, requiring Lu Wang Shixiong, whose cultivation and combat power are higher, to go!"

"You're quite something, secretly coaxing the Yang Cicada out of Wang Shixiong Lu's hand and letting Wuji go bury it in the earth!"

"Is that settled now?"

"Wuji is dead!"

"Hehehe... Le Qingyue, you deserve to die... Wuji's death is of no consequence, but if the Yang Cicada runs into trouble, you won't live to see another day!"

"Your entire Le family will be exterminated!"

Le Qingyue's face turned deathly pale as she said: "Impossible... Junior Brother Wuji surely won't come to harm!"

"Junior Brother Wuji is the one I have the highest hopes for!"

"Even if Junior Brother Wuji dies, he would never lose the Yang Cicada—he certainly wouldn't let me down!"

"Pa..." Gong Zilun raised his hand again and slapped Le Qingyue hard across the face: "Just pray!"

After another half incense stick's time, seven or eight streaks of flowing light came down heavily onto the deck of this divine vessel.

The seven people were brought before Gong Zilun.

"Greetings, Wang Shixiong..."

"Greetings, Qiao Shijie..."

The seven people bowed somewhat nervously toward Gong Zilun and Le Qingyue.

Gong Zilun asked: "Where is Wuji's ring?"

He did not ask whether Wuji was alive or dead.

Because Wuji's life or death meant nothing to him.

Le Qingyue, on the other hand, asked: "Wuji... has he truly perished?"

A heavy silence fell in the hall, and no one spoke.

The seven people, none daring to open their mouths.

"Speak!" Gong Zilun pointed at one of the disciples: "Tell me everything from beginning to end!"

"Yes... yes... Gong Wang Shixiong..." the pointed-to male disciple said: "We were led by Wang Shixiong Wuji to our destination to set up the formation, but on the way we happened to see a patch of about thirty or so 【Purple Peace Divine Orchids】..."

"Wang Shixiong Wuji decided to first compete with others to seize them..."

The man trembled as he recounted the entire incident from beginning to end.

"Damn it..."

"He really deserves to die..."

"People from a small clan, seeing just a few dozen 【Purple Peace Divine Orchids】, actually cast aside the matter of great importance!"

"Truly deserving of death!"

"Le Qingyue, this is the person you took a liking to!"

"Wang Shixiong Wuji did nothing wrong!" Le Qingyue gritted her teeth and said: "He merely didn't want to miss his own opportunity—what fault could he have?"

"If blame must be assigned, it can only fall on whoever snatched the Yang..." Saying this, Le Qingyue seemed to realize something, dared not utter the two characters 【Yang Cicada】, and instead changed her words to: "Only blame can be laid on the wretch who stole Junior Brother Wuji's ring!"

"He deserves to be cut into a thousand pieces!"

Gong Zilun's face turned white with rage, but this time he did not argue with Le Qingyue, merely saying flatly: "Give me a visage of the one who stole the ring, and his aura—has it appeared?"