162: Professional team, on-site distribution

The street was deathly silent.

Ye Chenfeng's question was like a cold needle, piercing into the ears of every demonic cultivator present.

"How should we divide it?"

He asked, how should they divide it?

That was a Late-stage Golden Immortal expert.

It was Old Scorpion of the Black Flame Demonic Sect.

A terrifying existence in this Dry Bone City who could stop a child's night crying.

Now, he lay on the ground like a slaughtered animal.

And this group of people, who looked younger than his own grandson, were seriously discussing how to carve up his corpse.

This was no longer just a provocation.

This was the ultimate contempt.

It was trampling the dignity of the Black Flame Demonic Sect, along with the entire Demonic Path of the Western Regions, under their feet and ruthlessly crushing it.

Ghost Fiend knelt on the ground, his body trembling even more violently.

It wasn't just fear.

It was a shudder originating from biological instinct.

He finally understood what kind of monsters he was facing.

They didn't care about the Demonic Path of the Western Regions at all.

"Ahem!"

Wang Duojin cleared his throat, breaking the suffocating silence.

The gold abacus in his hand clicked and clattered, as if playing a harvest symphony.

"Senior Brother, that's a good question!"

He dashed to the two halves of the corpse, his eyes gleaming with a terrifying light.

"Let me do it, let me do it! I'm a professional!"

He knelt down and tapped the pitch-black carapace with a finger, producing a metallic "clanging" sound.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad."

"The carapace of the Black Crystal Demonic Scorpion is mixed with at least thirty percent Nine Nether Profound Iron; its hardness is comparable to a High Grade Immortal Artifact."

"If we peel off the whole set, we can make two sets of inner armor, three shields, plus eighteen throwing knives."

"Market price for one set of inner armor is at least eighty thousand High Grade Immortal Stones. If we use it internally, even the cost price would be thirty thousand."

He spoke while rapidly flicking the abacus beads.

"And these two large pincers, they contain Old Scorpion's Life-bound Demonic Fire brand; they're excellent Materials for refining offensive Immortal Artifacts."

"These eight legs are as sharp as knives; they can be detached and used directly as spears. Selling them to those Body Cultivators would definitely make them hot items."

"The most valuable thing is this!"

He pointed to the poisonous hook at the end of the scorpion tail, which shimmered with a faint green light.

"A Late-stage Golden Immortal's Life-bound Poison Source! Tsk tsk tsk, if this is given to Fifth Junior Sister, she could concoct a treasure that could poison even an Immortal Lord!"

"A priceless treasure! A truly priceless treasure!"

He became more excited as he spoke, almost drooling.

Ye Wushang had also approached at some point.

He crouched on the other side of the corpse, his pale face devoid of any expression.

"These are all just the outer shell."

He spoke hoarsely.

"What's inside is the essence."

He pointed his finger at the internal organs and flesh that were still slightly wriggling.

"His Demonic Core, his Divine Soul fragments, and this body's essence energy, which contains ten thousand years of cultivation."

"I want them."

His tone was flat but left no room for argument.

As if he were stating something perfectly natural.

Wang Duojin's face instantly slumped.

"Sixth Junior Brother! You can't do this!"

He grew anxious.

"Everything must follow the basic laws! This corpse is the public property of our Myriad Dao Divine Sect! We need to conduct a proper asset evaluation and distribution!"

"If you eat all the essence, what the hell am I going to sell?!"

"I eat to Cultivate." Ye Wushang looked at him, his eyes calm and rippleless.

"You sell for Spirit Stones."

"Cultivating is more important than Spirit Stones."

"Bullshit!" Wang Duojin jumped up. "Without Spirit Stones, what will you use to Cultivate! Do the Medicinal Pills you eat not cost money? Does the Immortal Cave you live in not require Spiritual Qi? Do you know how many Immortal Stones it costs to keep the Sect running for a single day?!"

"I don't care." Ye Wushang shook his head. "I want to eat."

"You..."

Wang Duojin trembled with rage.

Just then.

Boom!

Zhao Wuyou slammed the dragon emperor halberd in his hand heavily onto the ground.

His golden eyes swept over the corpse on the ground, then looked at the two arguing.

"His spine is the hardest."

"I want it."

"I'll use it to sharpen my halberd."

His words were, as always, concise and overbearing.

"No way!" Wang Duojin immediately objected. "That's a dragon bone! The whole piece can be sold for a huge price!"

"Then let's have a fight." Zhao Wuyou looked at him, pure Battle Intent igniting in his eyes.

"Whoever wins, gets it."

Wang Duojin: "..."

He looked at Zhao Wuyou's fist, which was the size of a casserole, and silently swallowed the words at the tip of his tongue.

Fight with this battle maniac?

He wasn't stupid.

"Cough."

A light cough.

Gongsun Yan walked over. Looking at the bloody corpse, she wasn't afraid; instead, a hint of curiosity and research appeared in her eyes.

"Third Senior Brother, Sixth Junior Brother, you're both wrong."

She said softly.

"The most valuable parts of this corpse are his poison sac and blood."

"His poison contains a rare characteristic of nerve paralysis and Divine Soul corrosion. If successfully isolated, it can be refined into a rare poison called 'Silent Annihilation'."

"And his blood, tempered by Devilish Qi and poison over the years, has produced a unique antibody."

"It can be used to develop a new type of Detoxification Pill."

She paused and added.

"It's very useful for the Sect."

"And me."

Bai Jinnian also walked over. At some point, he had produced a spring and autumn brush in his hand.

"This scoundrel has committed many evils. Although his Divine Soul is destroyed, his resentment remains."

"I need to take a drop of his heart's blood and refine it with Noble Spirit to write a 'Demon Suppressing Strategy' as a warning to others."

"Only then will it conform to the Righteous Path of heaven and earth."

Chen Qianhuan and Hua Ying appeared by the corpse like ghosts.

They didn't speak.

Chen Qianhuan just reached out and pointed to several inconspicuous nerve nodes on the scorpion's corpse.

Hua Ying pointed to the pair of compound eyes that had already dimmed.

The meaning was self-evident.

Those were the Materials assassins liked most.

For a moment.

All eight Personal Disciples, except for Ye Chenfeng, had actually claimed "ownership" over parts of this corpse.

Moreover, their reasons were all incredibly sufficient.

Wang Duojin was completely stunned by this scene.

He felt like he wasn't in a meeting with his fellow disciples.

Instead, he was with a top-tier demolition team with professional division of labor and tacit cooperation, dividing spoils on the spot.

It was too professional.

So professional that even he, the Chief Financial Officer, felt a hint of pressure.

"Alright."

Just as everyone was about to start arguing again.

Ye Chenfeng spoke.

He only said two words.

The entire area instantly fell silent.

Everyone's gaze turned toward him.

"Sixth Junior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Ye Wushang.

"The Demonic Core, Divine Soul fragments, and seventy percent of the essence energy belong to you."

Ye Wushang nodded without speaking, a flash of satisfaction in his eyes.

"Fourth Junior Brother."

Ye Chenfeng looked at Zhao Wuyou.

"The spine belongs to you."

The corners of Zhao Wuyou's mouth turned up slightly. He shouldered the dragon emperor halberd and stepped aside.

"Fifth Junior Sister, Seventh Junior Brother, Eighth Junior Brother, Ninth Junior Sister."

"The poison sac, heart's blood, nerve nodes, compound eyes, and all the miscellaneous Materials you need belong to you."

Gongsun Yan, Bai Jinnian, and the others all nodded in unison.

Wang Duojin grew anxious.

"Senior Brother! What about me?!"

He pointed at himself.

"What about me?! You're just leaving me an empty shell?"

"The rest."

Ye Chenfeng looked at him and said calmly.

"The carapace, the two pincers, the eight legs, and all the remaining flesh."

"All belong to you."

"You can take them to sell."

Wang Duojin froze for a moment.

He quickly calculated in his head.

The carapace, pincers, and eight legs were the bulk of it.

Although the essence was gone, as Materials, they were still worth a fortune.

Calculating it this way, it seemed he wasn't losing out?

"Senior Brother is wise!"

Wang Duojin's face was instantly covered in smiles.

"Senior Brother is far-sighted! Such deep foresight! This distribution plan perfectly achieves the optimal allocation of Sect assets!"

A meeting regarding the distribution of a Golden Immortal's corpse thus ended successfully in a harmonious and friendly atmosphere.

The surrounding demonic cultivators watched, dumbfounded.

They felt like their worldview was being pressed to the ground and repeatedly rubbed.

After dealing with the corpse.

Ye Chenfeng's gaze finally fell on Ghost Fiend, the Young Lord of the Seven Fiends Valley, who had been kneeling on the ground without daring to move from beginning to end.

Ghost Fiend's body suddenly stiffened.

It was coming.

Finally, it was his turn.

He closed his eyes, his heart filled with despair.

However, the expected death did not arrive.

An abacus was handed to him.

"Young Lord Ghost Fiend, right?"

Wang Duojin's face, which had "unscrupulous merchant" written all over it, leaned in.

"Don't be nervous. We are a proper Sect; we never engage in the business of killing and looting."

Ghost Fiend: "..."

He glanced at the two halves of the still-warm corpse on the ground and really wanted to ask, you call this proper?

"Our Senior Brother asked me to talk to you."

Wang Duojin said with a smile.

"We've just arrived and are unfamiliar with the Western Regions."

"We happen to need a guide."

"I think you'll do quite well."

Ghost Fiend's pupils shrank slightly.

He understood.

This was making him be a dog.

A humiliated rage rose from the bottom of his heart.

He was, after all, the Young Lord of the Seven Fiends Valley!

"Of course, our Myriad Dao Divine Sect never forces anyone."

Wang Duojin seemed to see through his thoughts and changed his tone.

"You can also choose to refuse."

"Then, we will personally pay a visit to the Seven Fiends Valley."

"And have a good talk with your Valley Revered Master."

"By the way, we'll evaluate the total assets of your Seven Fiends Valley."

Wang Duojin's smile became meaningful.

"Personally, I prefer the second option."

"Because our Myriad Dao Real Estate is recently preparing to enter the Western Regions."

"The land of the Seven Fiends Valley looks quite good to me."

"..."

The color instantly drained from Ghost Fiend's face.

He had no doubt that this fat man would do exactly what he said.

Resist?

With what?

"I... I am willing!"

Ghost Fiend squeezed those three words out from between his teeth with all his might.

Dignity was worthless in the face of survival.

"A smart man."

Wang Duojin patted his shoulder with satisfaction.

"Then, as our Myriad Dao Divine Sect's first temporary partner in the Western Regions."

"Tell us about that 'Demon Child Assembly'."

"Tell us everything you know."

"Remember, everything."

Ghost Fiend didn't dare to hide anything.

He told them everything he knew about the Black Flame Demonic Sect, the Demon Child Assembly, and the rumors about that 'primal demon stele'.

"...So, everyone believes that Old Demon Black Flame wants to use the opportunity of comprehending the stele to find the most suitable and powerful demonic body for Possession."

"This assembly is called a selection for the Demon Child, but it is actually a bloody screening for sacrifices."

After Ghost Fiend finished speaking, he cautiously looked up to observe everyone's reaction.

Ye Chenfeng and the others looked calm, as if they had already expected it.

"A bit cliché," Wang Duojin remarked with a curl of his lip.

"Revered Master said this was a trap set by an old Immortal Lord monster," Ye Chenfeng said calmly.

"It seems that Old Demon Black Flame is the person we are looking for."

Ghost Fiend's heart skipped a beat.

Immortal Lord?

These people were actually here for an Immortal Lord?

Crazy!

They were all crazy!

"However, there is one thing you might not know."

Ghost Fiend swallowed hard, his voice extremely low.

"What is it?" Wang Duojin asked.

"I once accidentally heard my father mention it."

"He said Old Demon Black Flame's trap is missing the most critical piece."

"That primal demon stele is just an introduction, an empty shell."

"To truly activate that sacrificial formation."

"A supreme demonic treasure called the 'Heart of Ten Thousand Demons' is needed as the formation's core."

"And that item is not in the Black Flame Demonic Sect."

"It's in..."

Ghost Fiend paused, a look of extreme fear flashing in his eyes.

"In the 'Demon Emperor Palace' within the Abyssal Demon Ridge's Forbidden Ground."

"It's guarded by an Immortal King-level ancient demon that has been slumbering for countless millennia."

As soon as he said this.

Even Wang Duojin's expression changed slightly.

Immortal King?

This was already beyond the scope of what they could currently handle.

However, a knowing smile appeared on Ye Chenfeng's face.

He remembered his Revered Master's meaningful words.

"Others are holding a Prodigy assembly; you guys just go and have a school reunion."

So, the key was here.

Old Demon Black Flame couldn't get the 'Heart of Ten Thousand Demons' alone.

That's why he wanted to gather all the prodigies of the Western Regions.

His goal wasn't Possession at all.

It was to drive the tiger to swallow the wolf!

To let these so-called prodigies act as cannon fodder to awaken and stall that Immortal King ancient demon!

While he himself stayed behind to reap the benefits!

What a clever move of 'the golden cicada shedding its skin'!

What a 'killing two birds with one stone'!

"I understand."

Ye Chenfeng nodded.

He looked at his Junior Brothers and sisters.

"Change of plans."

His voice was calm but filled with unquestionable power.

"Three days later, we will attend the Demon Child Assembly as planned."

"But our target is not the Black Flame Demonic Sect."

He pointed his finger at the deepest part of the Abyssal Demon Ridge marked as a 'Forbidden Ground' on the map.

"Our target is this."

"Old Demon Black Flame wants to be the fisherman."

"Then we will be the oriole that flips the table."