73: Sit down, everyone! Let's have a spoils-dividing meeting!

Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, entrance to the treasury.

The flow of air seemed frozen into heavy blocks of ice; every floating speck of dust carried a weight of a thousand catties.

Su Chen felt his Divine Soul being repeatedly crushed in this strange multi-party standoff, on the verge of collapse.

Liu Ruyan, holding the tea tray, let out a charming laugh once again.

"Giggle, why has everyone stopped talking?"

Twisting her water-snake waist, she walked step by step into the center of the room, placed the tea tray on the ground, and then sat down cross-legged herself, her posture extremely enchanting.

"Come, come, don't just stand there. Standing is so tiring."

She beckoned to everyone, her eyes as seductive as silk.

"Whatever it is, let's sit down and chat slowly. Sister Qingzhu, don't you agree?"

Ling Qingzhu looked at this Demon Sect Enchantress who had suddenly appeared and was familiarly meddling, her elegant brows furrowed tightly.

In her cold eyes, a hint of vigilance and undisguised disgust flashed.

She didn't speak, only tightening her grip on the Ice Crystal Longsword in her hand as her Sword Intent grew increasingly biting.

The moment Su Chen saw Liu Ruyan sit down, a sudden light of hope burst into his eyes!

[Exactly! Let's sit down and talk!]

[Genius! This vixen is simply a Genius! Why didn't I think of that!]

[Fighting is so tiring! Standing is tiring too! What matter can't be discussed while sitting down? If we can't, then let's lie down and talk!]

[As long as there's no fighting, anything can be discussed!]

His survival instinct completely erupted at this moment!

The heavy and panicked expression on his face vanished instantly, replaced by a salted fish look full of "disdain" and "impatience."

He let out a long sigh and spoke to Ling Qingzhu and Ye Linghan in an extremely disdainful tone.

"Sigh, I say, you two, are you finished yet?"

"It's such a small matter, is it really necessary to act like it's a life-and-death parting?"

He pointed at the cold stone slabs on the floor, then at the cold walls around them.

"Don't you feel the cold? The floor is so chilly. If we start fighting and the clothes get dirty, who's going to wash them? Even if they don't get dirty, what if they get scuffed? This outfit of mine is a handmade custom model from the Su Family's Shenzi Peak Chief Tailor, a global limited edition of one, very expensive!"

"Can't you learn from this... uh, girl with the Fox Mask? Have some civic-mindedness, some class?"

"Come, come, stop standing. Sit down, everyone sit down!"

As he spoke, he actually plopped down right opposite Liu Ruyan, even naturally shifting his buttocks to adjust to the most comfortable position.

Then, he casually picked up a cup of hot tea, blew on it, and took a slow sip.

"Hmm, the tea is good, just a bit cold."

This shocking display of his directly rendered everyone present speechless.

Ling Qingzhu's hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Looking at the man sitting cross-legged on the floor without any decorum, seriously tasting tea, she felt her worldview suffer an unprecedented impact.

[What is he doing?]

[In such a tense, touch-and-go situation, he actually... sat down to drink tea?!]

[And he's worried about his clothes getting dirty? Complaining the tea is cold?]

[What on earth is going on in his head?!]

[Could it be... this is another one of his tests for me? Is he using this method to tell me not to be impulsive, that everything is under his control? Yes, it must be! He always has his deep intentions!]

Ling Qingzhu's mind began to spin uncontrollably again, rationalizing things on her own.

Behind Su Chen, after a brief moment of shock, Ye Linghan's wicked phoenix eyes instantly erupted with incomparably brilliant light!

[Giggle, giggle...]

[As expected of you, Little Liar!]

[Breaking the deadlock in such a way?]

[Forcibly turning a life-and-death duel into a... tea party?]

[This is too interesting! This is ten thousand times more interesting than just fighting!]

A wicked curve formed at the corner of her mouth, and she actually imitated Su Chen, walking slowly to sit opposite him with elegance, picking up a teacup.

"It indeed is a bit cold."

She spoke playfully to Su Chen while her gaze casually swept over Liu Ruyan, "It seems this sister's hospitality still needs some improvement."

Hearing this, the corner of Liu Ruyan's mouth under the mask twitched slightly.

[Good grief, these two are actually drinking tea now?]

[Are they treating me like a maid? One complains the tea is cold, the other says my hospitality is poor?]

She grumbled inwardly, but the smile on her face became even more charming.

"Oh my, it's This humble servant's fault. Next time, I will surely prepare the best hot tea for the two of you, Divine Son Su."

Now, of the four people present, three had already sat down.

Only Ling Qingzhu remained, standing there alone like a javelin, holding a shimmering ice sword.

The atmosphere instantly became incredibly awkward.

After taking a sip of tea, Su Chen lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, and waved his hand impatiently.

"Hey, you with the sword, why are you still standing? Cosplaying as an ice sculpture? Are you waiting for us to be one short so we can call you to fight the landlord?"

"Hurry up and sit down, we're having a meeting."

"It's just a simple Loot Distribution Meeting, why be so serious?"

Loot distribution... meeting?

Hearing these words, Ling Qingzhu was completely dazed.

Growing up in the Yaochi Holy Land, she had heard of Dao Discussion Assemblies, Dharma Assemblies, and various Ceremonial Grand Gatherings.

This was the first time in her life she had heard of... a Loot Distribution Meeting?

And in the treasury of the Myriad Dao Merchant Guild, no less?