Inside the Crimson Cloud Hall.
Dongbo Xueying and a total of forty-seven cultivators had gathered here. Floating in mid-air within the hall were scenes of every battle they had experienced during their recent hunting expedition. Clearly, the artifact spirit of the Crimson Cloud Hall could easily investigate all past battles within the Sacred Realm.
Based on each cultivator’s contribution, the artifact spirit would make a fair distribution.
“Emperor Feixue shall receive fifty percent of the spoils.”
“Daoist Youya shall receive five percent of the spoils.”
“Demon God Xie Fan shall receive four percent of the spoils.”
“…”
The artifact spirit’s voice echoed through the Crimson Cloud Hall.
Everyone accepted the distribution without complaint. Dongbo Xueying was allotted half the spoils—though in truth, this was still less than he deserved. Given his contributions, it would have been reasonable for him to receive eighty or even ninety percent. The reason the Crimson Cloud Hall only gave him fifty percent was due to its inherent rule: no matter how great one’s contribution, the maximum share was half.
This was simply how the artifact spirit of the Crimson Cloud Hall distributed rewards.
If anyone felt it was unfair?
Cultivators could always negotiate their own distribution plans—as long as everyone agreed, it was permitted.
For example, if Dongbo Xueying were to form a hunting party next time, he could openly declare in advance that he would take eighty percent of the spoils, leaving the remaining twenty percent for the others. If everyone consented, that would be the arrangement. In fact, if Dongbo Xueying were to assemble a team, even if he demanded ninety percent, there would still be a flood of cultivators eager to join.
“Brother Feixue, truly impressive. During the hunt, you didn’t even reveal your full strength until we encountered grave danger on the return journey. And yet, you still effortlessly claimed fifty-three peak-level Divine Emperor Hunyuan lifeforms,” Daoist Youya remarked with admiration as he stood nearby.
The main spoils of this hunt consisted of eighty-two peak-level Divine Emperor Hunyuan lifeforms. However, these creatures varied in value. For instance, a single ‘Mo Wu Chaos Serpent’ was worth three peak-level ‘Demon Hunter’ lifeforms, while a ‘White Stone Deity’ was worth two.
Given their differing worth, the total spoils—including the slain mid and late-stage Divine Emperor lifeforms, as well as the provisions left behind by the four fallen cultivators—amounted to the equivalent of one hundred and six ordinary peak-level Divine Emperor Hunyuan lifeforms.
Dongbo Xueying took half.
“As agreed, this is what I owe you,” Daoist Youya tossed over a storage treasure.
Dongbo Xueying caught it and inspected the contents—a single peak-level Demon Hunter.
“For this hunt, I thought I’d have to dip into my own reserves to compensate the others for the Mo Wu Chaos Serpent,” Daoist Youya sighed. “Yet in the end, not only did I not need to compensate, I even gained a little extra.” His five percent share amounted to slightly more than five peak-level Hunyuan lifeforms. After accounting for the Mo Wu Chaos Serpent, he still had a surplus.
“So much.”
Dongbo Xueying examined his gains.
Fifty-three from the spoils, one from Daoist Youya, and three from Xie Fan as an apology—totaling fifty-seven peak-level Divine Emperor Hunyuan lifeforms.
Such a haul…
No other cultivator in the Sacred Realm could obtain so much with such ease.
“The three City Lords, though powerful, are only marginally stronger than the top-tier experts,” Dongbo Xueying mused. “Their ability to gather spoils is merely a few times greater than Daoist Youya’s.”
Though their combat strength was only slightly superior, their efficiency in securing provisions was vastly higher—thanks to their extraordinary, near-unique abilities.
“Setting aside combat prowess, in terms of gathering provisions alone, I must be the best in Crimson Cloud City—perhaps even the entire Sacred Realm,” Dongbo Xueying thought.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, he noticed a message. “From them?”
Over the past half-day, he had received countless messages—from his hunting party members, as well as numerous other cultivators in Crimson Cloud City.
But this particular message, sent by three individuals, demanded his full attention.
“An invitation from all three City Lords?” Dongbo Xueying nodded slightly.
The banquet was to be held at Fengyun Yiye’s residence.
Fengyun Yiye, Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor, and Wu Xiao were hosting a feast for all the cultivators in Crimson Cloud City—though the guest of honor was none other than Dongbo Xueying.
“Truly befitting of Emperor Feixue. The moment you return, the three City Lords throw a banquet in your honor.”
“We’re all benefiting from your glory.”
“The last time such a grand event occurred was when Fengyun Yiye and Wu Xiao hosted a feast for the Nine-Headed Snake Ancestor.”
The cultivators in the Crimson Cloud Hall chattered excitedly.
“The three City Lords have summoned us,” Daoist Youya urged. “We should hurry.”
“Indeed, let’s go.” Dongbo Xueying nodded and strode out.
Xie Fan quickly followed. “I’ll come too!”
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Soon, Dongbo Xueying and the others arrived at Fengyun Yiye’s residence. Outside the gates, many cultivators had already gathered, chatting in small groups rather than entering immediately.
“Emperor Feixue!”
“Greetings, Emperor Feixue!”
The cultivators greeted him warmly, their gazes burning with admiration. For most, survival in the Sacred Realm was an immense struggle. A single peak-level Divine Emperor Hunyuan lifeform could sustain a cultivator for three billion years—meaning thirty such creatures were needed to last a trillion years.
Peak-level Divine Emperor lifeforms were notoriously difficult to slay. Most cultivators hunted mid or late-stage Divine Emperor prey, relying on sheer numbers to compensate. But frequent hunts carried great risks.
Joining Dongbo Xueying’s party, however, promised safety, ease, and potentially enough provisions for hundreds of billions of years in a single expedition.
“In such a short time, he’s risen to such heights—even the three City Lords are hosting a banquet for him,” Northriver Emperor mused from a distance, watching as Dongbo Xueying entered the residence surrounded by admirers. A pang of bitterness twisted his heart. “Meanwhile, I risk my life again and again just for sustenance.”
Since arriving in the Sacred Realm, Northriver Emperor had participated in multiple hunts. Typically, he only secured enough provisions for a few million years at a time—if he was lucky, perhaps tens of millions. His parties usually hunted near the city, where the risks were lower but the rewards modest. Distant hunts, though far more dangerous, could yield enough provisions for hundreds of millions or even billions of years in one go.
But the perils were immense.
Daoist Youya’s recent expedition, for example, had the misfortune of encountering a ‘Prisoner’s Procession.’ Without Dongbo Xueying, the entire party might have perished—instead of just four casualties.
“*Sigh*.” Northriver Emperor quietly slipped into Fengyun Yiye’s residence.
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Amidst the crowd, Dongbo Xueying arrived at an elegant garden where numerous seats were arranged, attended by servant puppets.
“Hmm?”
His gaze immediately landed on three figures standing apart, conversing. Their auras were uniquely radiant, and the other cultivators instinctively kept their distance.
“The three City Lords?” Dongbo Xueying’s eyes swept over them, lingering on Fengyun Yiye.
Reaching the semi-Hunyuan level in the path of Rule-Oriented Mysteries was already an extraordinary feat—far surpassing the likes of the ‘Stone Sage’ or the ‘Sacred Master’ from his homeworld.
Yet Fengyun Yiye had achieved semi-Hunyuan mastery in *two* paths—a uniqueness unmatched in the entire Sacred Realm.
“Across countless source worlds and special realms, how many cultivators like Fengyun Yiye could possibly emerge?” Dongbo Xueying thought with deep respect.
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