Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen – Spoils of Victory (1/2)
Chapter Two Hundred and Eighteen – Spoils of Victory
The entire battle gradually lost meaning.
Seeing that their own side was at a disadvantage, the leader did not hesitate to find a solution – surrender!
With a rattle, everyone surrendered. Gongsun Cha’s face was shocked but the other xiuzhe looked as if this was completely normal.
What would they do if they didn’t surrender? Escape? In the present Little Mountain jie, unless they were jindan, any xiuzhe would be targeted if they were alone. Fight to the death? Then the group would be crippled. A crippled group either would be killed or swallowed by someone else.
Surrendering was a loss of face, but at least they were not losing their lives.
This leader long knew the importance of this. Moreover, this group clearly did not have many people but were very strong. Rather than being swallowed by another group, it was better to go with this kind of group. Their days would be better. These days, weren’t people just looking for a way to survive in Little Mountain Jie?
This loud and noisy battle ended like this.
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When Zuo Mo saw Gongsun Cha come back with a large group of captives, he was very shocked. As expected of a crazy battle-maniac. This efficiency was frightening! Before he could be happy, when he saw the thirty something captives, he grimaced inside.
His consciousness would have to bleed greatly again … …
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Bao De was the head of this group. When he heard the head of the other side was going to set in jinzhi in his body he couldn’t help but shudder. Compared to those with no sect, he had come out of a little sect and knew more things than normal people.
Wasn’t it only jindan that could set down jinzhi? Was there a jindan elder here?
His heart became scared. In Little Mountain Jie, jindan were an invincible existence. Then he became puzzled. If jindan wanted to gather people, then he only needed to stand in the open and people would flock to him. There was no need to engage in fighting; everyone would have already surrendered.
But when Zuo Mo appeared in front of him, he was stunned.
The person putting down the jinzhi was a guy that had just broke through to ningmai first stratum! He was instantly discontent. Jinzhi meant that his little life was on that person’s hands. If he did not comply, the gentlest punishment was his cultivation would decrease, the most serious would be the destruction of his soul.
His little life was grasped within the hands of a guy that just broke through to ningmai?
However, he also knew his present situation. He didn’t understand. Was there someone behind this guy who supported him? Otherwise, why would so many people that were stronger than him obey him? He thought inside but he didn’t dare to show the discontent on his face.
No way about it. The losers could not be brave. Becoming other people’s prisoners, they didn’t dare to have any other thoughts. When he saw that Gongsun Cha who was standing silently by the side with a light and soft smile, he instantly discarded all his thoughts.
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Zuo Mo was very familiar with jinzhi now. Quickly, all thirty people’s lives were in his hands.
However, after putting down thirty jinzhi, he lost a lot of energy, looking somewhat drooping.
“How many people died?” Zuo Mo asked.
“Twelve, all the zhuji died.” Gongsun Cha’s mood wasn’t good. Even though they had achieved victory, and the primary backbone was not damaged, but he was not satisfied with this result.
Zuo Mo sighed, his mood slightly down.
“At least we won,” Gongsun Cha didn’t have much confidence when he said this.
The mood became slightly heavy. The troubled world was like a copper cauldron, no one could escape. Zuo Mo decided to change the topic.
“Did you find ling grains?”
“No,” Gongsun Cha shook his head.
Zuo Mo almost spat blood. Originally, he wanted this group to use battle to feed battle, to steal ling grains from other people to lighten his load. Who could have thought that they had come back with thirty something people but no ling grains. He had just expended large amounts of consciousness and now had to care of thirty something more mouths.
He had really lost!
“Aren’t there any gains you made?” Zuo Mo was like a tomato after the frost, as he asked weakly.
“We’ve gotten some items. But I don’t really understand their functions, so Shixiong can pick,” Gongsun Cha blinked his plum flower sized eyes that sparkled as he said innocently.
From the numbers, Gongsun Cha had gotten many things. Piled up together, it was a little mountain.
Flying swords, talismans, jade scrolls, and materials. They all dazzled the eyes.
Zuo Mo glanced and was quite surprised. The great majority were not worth anything, but there were some good ones. This had been the collections of ningmai xiuzhe. They had some good items.
Zuo Mo’s eyes were very experienced and acted quickly. After flipping and picking, he divided the little mountain into several piles.
He pointed at a pile of flying swords and talismans, saying, “This batch isn’t bad. Go and divide it among them. Only if they are properly equipped can their battle strength increase.”
Gongsun Cha was full of admiration. Shixiong was really someone who could do great things. He had followed Shixiong for this long, and his eyes were not as experienced as Shixiong; but he could generally detect the quality. The flying swords and talismans in this piles were all pretty good. If they could be sold, that would be an enormous sum of jingshi. He hadn’t expected Shixiong to take it out.
This generosity, this breadth of mind … …