Chapter 116: What Is Worrying Is Not the Scarcity but the Inequality
Wu Ren's gloomy eyes swept over the cultivators who had walked out of the secret realm alive.
All the disciples were silent, as if they were being stared at by an ancient giant beast.
Xiu Yun said angrily, "Wu Ren, you'd better restrain yourself."
Wu Ren's expression was solemn, and murderous intent emerged in his eyes. His voice was as cold as a thousand years of ice.
"Among these survivors, there must be the murderer who killed my grandson. If you don't let me check the storage bag and stop me from finding the murderer, then I will have to kill them all."
"I would rather kill a thousand people by mistake than let the murderer who killed my grandson go!"
Fairy Huanyu sneered when she heard this.
"Wu Ren, you can try. Do you really think that you are invincible in the world with your mid-stage Jindan cultivation?"
The atmosphere at the scene became more and more dull and cold, and murderous aura filled the air. It seemed that the battle was about to break out at any time.
Wu Ren suddenly gave in, "As long as I can check the storage bags of every surviving disciple, I can give compensation."
Xiang Qi, Fairy Huanyu, and Xiu Yun's eyes lit up when they heard this.
Then, the four began to discuss compensation in a low voice. As for the previous statement that Wu Ren would never be allowed to check the storage bags of every disciple, the three of them never mentioned it again, as if no one had ever said this.
After a while, the four of them negotiated the price. Wu Ren took out some spiritual materials from the storage ring with some pain and distributed them to the three of them.
Xiang Qi, Fairy Huanyu, and Xiu Yun began to give orders to let the disciples of their respective sects gather on an open ground.
"The gains from this secret realm exploration will be counted by Wu Ren, the Jindan cultivator of the Corpse Demon Sect. You must cooperate well."
The disciples of the three sects had different reactions to the orders of their own Jindan ancestors.
The disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect had no objections.
Anyway, after leaving the secret realm, the sect would check the storage bags of each disciple, but in previous years it was the foundation building elders, and this time it was the Jindan ancestors.
The disciples of the Red Blood Sect and the Xuanyin Sect were quite dissatisfied. It was somewhat embarrassing for the sect to let the ancestors of the outer sect check their storage bags.
But intimidated by the four Jindan cultivators present, no one dared to show any dissatisfaction.
Wu Ren first checked the disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect. A total of nine Corpse Demon Sect disciples walked out of the secret realm alive. Three were in the middle stage of Qi training, and six were in the late stage of Qi training.
A Corpse Demon Sect disciple handed the storage bag to Wu Ren. After Wu Ren counted the spiritual medicines obtained from the secret realm one by one, he scanned the disciple back and forth several times with his spiritual consciousness. After confirming that there were no other storage bags, he let the disciple go.
Seeing this, Song Wen had no waves in his heart.
Just now, Wu Ren's spiritual consciousness had thoroughly explored his body and found nothing. This greatly increased Song Wen's confidence in the secret aura of his body. In addition, his storage bag contained nothing but the elixirs, talismans, and several spiritual medicines in the secret realm, so Wu Ren could not find anything unusual.
As Song Wen expected, he quickly passed Wu Ren's inspection. The spiritual medicines he took out to deal with the sect were not precious, but not bad either, which was in line with his strength of the fifth level of Qi training.
Wu Ren was a little disappointed that he did not find any clues on the nine disciples of the Corpse Demon Sect.
But the person who was even more unhappy was Xiang Qi.
He found that none of these disciples had obtained the most precious spiritual medicines in the Dry Blood Secret Realm, the Heavenly Spirit Fruit and the Jade Marrow Ganoderma.
Xiang Qi's face was extremely gloomy, as if water was about to drip out.
"Haha, old zombie Xiang Qi, your Corpse Demon Sect didn't get much." Xiu Yun, who was standing by, mocked in a sarcastic tone.
"Humph!" Xiang Qi snorted coldly, turned his head and looked at the nine disciples who had survived the secret realm after a near-death experience. His expression was cold and he cursed in a low voice.
"A bunch of trash!"
Next was the Red Blood Sect. The number of disciples who survived the Red Blood Sect was even less than that of the Corpse Demon Sect, where only one in ten survived. There were only seven. Two were in the middle stage of Qi training, and five were in the late stage of Qi training.
After Wu Ren checked them one by one, he still got nothing.
Fairy Huanyu's face was also terribly gloomy. None of the disciples of the Red Blood Sect got the Heavenly Spirit Fruit and Jade Marrow Ganoderma.
Xiu Yun was even more proud when he saw this.
"It seems that my Xuanyin Sect won the trip to the Dry Blood Secret Realm this time."
A total of thirteen disciples of the Xuanyin Sect survived, including six in the ninth level of Qi training. They were the strongest among the surviving disciples of the three sects, and they should have gained the most.
Thirteen Xuanyin disciples lined up one by one, and Wu Ren also checked them one by one. In order to avenge his grandson, he checked very carefully and did not miss any details.
As the inspection progressed, the face of Xuanyin Sect's Jindan Patriarch Xiu Yun gradually became gloomy.
Wu Ren had already checked twelve Xuanyin disciples, but none of them had obtained the Tianling Fruit and Yuzuzhi.
On the other hand, Fairy Huanyu and Xiang Qi looked much better at this time than before.
It is not the lack that is worrying, but the inequality!
To refine the foundation-building pill, each furnace needs one of the three main medicines, Tianling Fruit, Yuzuzhi, and Qixing Grass, and more than 20 other auxiliary spiritual medicines. When an experienced alchemist opens the furnace to refine, three to five foundation-building pills can be obtained.
In other words, as long as the three main medicines are gathered, it is possible to add up to five foundation-building cultivators.
It is not terrible that the sect did not get the precious Tianling Fruit and Yuzuzhi; what is terrible is that the opponent gets too much.
If that happens, the strength of both sides will be widened, which will be extremely detrimental to the development of the sect in the long run.
Now no one has obtained the Heavenly Spirit Fruit and Jade Marrow Ganoderma, but the existing balance is maintained.
At this time, there was only one disciple left in Xuanyin Sect who had not been checked. This person looked ordinary and was a female cultivator at the ninth level of Qi training.
The female cultivator took out all the storage bags on her body, a total of four. In addition to her own storage bag, the other three storage bags were obtained in the secret realm.
Seeing that the female cultivator had four storage bags on her body, everyone did not react much. It was common for cultivators in the secret realm to fight each other.
She was not the only cultivator with several storage bags on her body. Among the cultivators checked earlier, many people had several storage bags, and the most people even had ten storage bags.
The most important thing was that in the exploration of the secret realm in previous years, there had never been a situation where the younger ones were killed and the older ones jumped out to take revenge.
This made the fighting between the disciples of the three sects during the exploration of the secret realm unscrupulous, and life and death depended entirely on personal means; many people did not even consider that they should pay attention to concealing their tracks when killing people.
Wu Ren's eyes were stern, and he recognized that one of the storage bags belonged to his grandson Wu Sui.
Without seeing any movement, the storage bag flew into the air and landed in Wu Ren's hands.
Wu Ren probed his spiritual consciousness into it, and indeed found the broken chain magic weapon in it.
His eyes were cold and sharp, like a blade, piercing the female cultivator.
The female cultivator's expression was originally calm, but suddenly she was terrified. The fierce murderous intent emanating from Wu Ren made her feel like she was falling into the abyss.
"Tell me, how did this storage bag get into your hands?" Wu Ren asked sternly.
The female cultivator's legs softened and she knelt directly on the ground.
"Senior, I picked up the storage bag not far from the exit of the secret realm, and I don't know who this storage bag belongs to."
"Humph! Nonsense."
Wu Ren burst out with a powerful momentum, like a mountain pressing on the female cultivator.
The female cultivator's expression became extremely painful, and her bones creaked all over her body, as if Wu Ren's terrifying pressure would crush her into a puddle of mud at any time.