A banquet dispersed, and another lively scene had just begun.
In the sky above Celestial Realms City, flashes of sword light streaked across like teors, causing everyone to look up.
The sword lights landed in front of the Eighth Prince’s mansion, with one person standing at the forefront, staring at the tightly shut gate with a calm expression.
The Eighth Prince had just announced that he would open the gate to wait for Long Fei.
But upon returning, he had urgently closed the gate, activated the house’s defenses, and fortified its security.
Compared to the ancestral hos of other families, the mansion here was not large.
But it was luxuriously decorated and located in the most bustling district of the area.
A group of over a hundred cultivators hurried over and blocked the front of the mansion.
They were recruited by the Eighth Prince’s Gather of Heroes Pavilion, each wielding a variety of magical weapons and staring at Long Fei with tense faces.
The Eighth Prince erged from the house, surrounded by a group of guards, and shouted in shock at the crowd, "How dare you, are you rebelling?"
Long Fei, unfazed, replied, "Eighth Prince, let’s make it quick. Hand over the spirit stones, and we’ll leave. If you delay any longer, once others get the news, it won’t be just these three thousand people coming to your place!"
He was telling the truth; people were already calling their friends, saying there were benefits to be had here.
More and more sword lights kept coming from all directions.
The number of onlookers continued to rise.
The Eighth Prince, glaring at Long Fei, scolded, "Do you not fear the bla from my father the Emperor or the Empress Dowager? After all, we will be one family in the future. We see each other often; why make our relationship so strained?"
Long Fei chuckled, "Family? The Eighth Prince just ordered his n to kill . Did you not think we were family then?"
He raised his hand and summoned Yin Thirteen’s Mystic Yin Ruler Gourd.
The spiritual imprint on the gourd had been erased and replaced with his own.
Those opposite, upon seeing the gourd, retreated in fright.
The Eighth Prince, even more nervous, shouted, "What do you intend to do?"
Long Fei said, "This is what you had soone impose on earlier; now I return it to you. If you can handle it, you won’t have to give up the spirit stones."
The Eighth Prince spat blood. Damn it, he had no ans to block sothing so sinister.
He glanced at the group of cultivators behind him.
When this group joined Gather of Heroes Pavilion, they claid they’d brave any danger for the Eighth Prince without hesitation.
Yet now, not only did they frown, but they were scared to death.
They all urged the Eighth Prince to endure the mont, report to the Emperor at dawn, and have him deal with Long Fei.
Otherwise, appeal to the Empress Dowager; soone would surely back the Eighth Prince.
Facing this lunatic head-on, one might end up dying here tonight.
The Eighth Prince was disheartened, unable to believe not one among his n had the guts to stand firm.
He negotiated with Long Fei, "How about an 80% cut? Our family is not wealthy!"
Long Fei opened the gourd lid directly, "You’re wasting everyone’s ti."
A wisp of Netherworld Water leaked from within, instantly causing the surrounding cold winds to swirl wildly.
The Eighth Prince quickly waved his hands, "Stop, fine, spirit stones—I’ll give them to you."
He dejectedly emptied his savings and tossed a storage ring to Long Fei.
Inside, there were exactly one hundred billion spirit stones.
With a thought, a cultivator could instantly verify the amount.
The Eighth Prince’s heart twitched in pain; this fortune was his accumulation over the years.
Whether from elite mines or managing shops, all were legitimately earned over the years.
Unexpectedly, in one night, more than half was scattered.
The cultivators behind Long Fei were excited, surprised at how easily they obtained money from the Eighth Prince.
In the Capital City, the Eighth Prince was not soone anyone dared provoke!
"Aren’t you going to close your gourd?"
The Eighth Prince urgently shouted at Long Fei.
Long Fei smiled, retracted the gourd, and clasped his hands in thanks to the Eighth Prince, "Thank you, Eighth Prince. If there’s such a good thing in the future, co find again."
He turned back and counted the people.
Starting with three thousand, tens of thousands had gathered in no ti, even attracting talents from the Demon Clan to join the spectacle.
His reputation as a Wealth-Scattering Child wasn’t unfounded.
The crowd grew larger, and Long Fei signaled the disciples present to sit down, lest they miss out when the distribution was made.
This gave the Inner Gate disciples of Heaven-Piercing Palace ti.
Within the Inner Gate, soone ran around shouting, "The Consort Prince is distributing wealth in front of the Eighth Prince’s mansion, everyone hurry there!"
Deep into the night, everyone had just settled down to rest.
This call awakened all Inner Gate disciples of Heaven-Piercing Palace.
There were a hundred thousand elite Inner Gate disciples, so not even having ti to put on their outer robes, all heading over with their swords.
When Long Fei brought eighty thousand Outer Gate disciples to raid various houses, it made the eyes of these hundred thousand Inner Gate disciples go red with envy.
Unexpectedly, today, such a good fortune fell upon them.
They intended to help upon arrival, only to find upon inquiry that the matter had been resolved.
Everyone sat in the field, waiting for the wealth to be distributed.
In the midst of excited gazes, Long Fei had soone announce that anyone who arrived before Mao Ti would get a share.
After Mao Ti, no exceptions.
It was now midnight Zi Ti, a long way from Mao Ti.
Sunrise marked Mao Ti.
So Outer Sect disciples present, seeing this, left Celestial Realms City, hurried back to the Outer Sect, and inford the other disciples.
Among the million Outer Sect disciples, aside from those out training, all gathered in response.
Getting spirit stones while sleeping was like heaven descended with gifts.
Suddenly, the night sky over the central continent was illuminated by waves of sword light, resembling teor showers one after another.
By the end of Mao Ti, two million cultivators had gathered, blocking the area in front of the Eighth Prince’s mansion densely.
The Eighth Prince swallowed, thinking he was lucky to have given it early.
If he had been more stubborn, his Prince’s Mansion might have been razed to the ground.
In the warm gaze of everyone, Long Fei indeed took out five hundred billion spirit stones.
Calculated per person, it ca to over twenty thousand each.
The scene erupted, raising their arms and shouting, "Long live the Consort Prince!"
"Long live the Consort Prince!"
"Long live the Consort Prince!"
"..."
In this world, "long live" is not only a title for the Emperor.
For cultivators, ten thousand years is not an ultimate limit.
Their chants thundered, echoing far and wide, and it took a long ti before quiet returned.
So thought Long Fei had a screw loose, keeping so many spirit stones for himself would be better than always distributing them.
Others said he sought fa, dispersing wealth to win people’s hearts.
So said he made a wrong calculation; instead of allocating these funds to buy experts, sharing with these schooling disciples of Heaven-Piercing Palace and loose cultivators in the cultivation world served no purpose.
Amidst all kinds of chatter, Long Fei distributed the money with a calm deanor, then left alone, leaving behind an ecstatic crowd and the Eighth Prince, who was nearly petrified and on the brink of tears.
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