Chapter 545 – Assemble, Share the Booty! (2/2)

The people around her all revealed astonished faces, although the rumors of Prince Crane taking over Sagittarius Constellation were not new, but for Ni Yu Hong to personally say it, that meant something else entirely.

“Auntie looks too highly of her nephew.” the smile on Crane’s face was still the same, his speech tactful: “Auntie is still young and at her peak age, all these matters, are still early. And, I feel extremely comfortable in Ursa Major Constellation, and have no wish to change place.”

Ni Yu Hong looked at Crane deeply, and said meaningfully: “Ursa Major is good, but your highness is not the Constellation Master. And in three to five years, the Sagittarius Constellation can be handed over to your Highness.”

Crane laughed: “Why must one be a Constellation Master? My lifelong wish, is to revive the Crane Sect, and earn a place for Crane Sect to reside, and now that I have already fulfilled this wish, and to an extent far greater than I thought, what else can make me unsatisfied?”

Ni Yu Hong wanted to continue speaking, but Crane waved his hand: “Auntie doesn’t have to advise me any further. Crane is unambitious, and also a man that no king can pull his reins on. Ursa Major is only here today through many difficulties, and can be even be said that it was through mud and blood. Everyone fought side by side, and the unity of will is an impregnable fortress, to be where it is today. I have fought together with everyone here, and got injured here, but never wanted to leave. No matter how good Sagittarius is, It is not the place that Crane yearns to protect.”

All the ladies did not know what to say.

The communicative treasure on Crane shook, Crane moved his attention, and then raised his head to inform the ladies: “My apologies, Crazy Tang is looking for me to discuss matters, I will take my leave now.”

Ni Yu Hong forced a laugh: “Urgent matters are more important!”

Crane bowed, and then left.

Inside the conference room, Crane, Ling Xu, Jing Hao, Magic Flute, Ding Man and the Saint Unit that she led, Ah Mo Li, Han Bing Ning and the rest all walked in a line, but when everyone entered the conference room, their eyes were immediately glued to the center of the room, all of their expressions were dumbstruck.

At the center of the conference room was a pile of spirit treasures.

Every single person’s expression was stunned, even Jing Hao who was the most calm, seemed to have lost his soul. The moment that he stepped inside, his gaze never left the block sword that was amongst the spirit treasures.

“I called everyone here, to share the booty……no, share the spoils of war!”

Tang Tian’s voice sounded distant to everyone, like a cloud that floated over from a very high place. Everyone felt as though they had stepped onto cotton, their legs becoming weak.

Tang Tian stood at the side of the spirit treasures, looking like he was the owner of the run down shop.

“Big Brother Jing Hao, this [Drunk on Saint Blood] is for you!” Tang Tian threw the black sword over to Jing Hao without hesitation, in which he accepted subconsciously, upon entering his hands, a burst of sword intent entered his heart. He quivered, as though he was drenched in an ice cold bath in winter, his entire person awakening immediately.

Such a strong sword intent!

Jing Hao’s face immediately revealed a fanatical happiness, any swordsman’s love for treasured swords definitely came from the heart.

This sword, was the only sword kept by Senior Gui Wu!

The sword blade was dark black color, simple and unadorned, thick without an edge, with two small lines of words: “Drunk on Saint Blood, only to realize the taste.”

After that, from senior Gui Wu’s records did he know about the history of [Drunk on Saint Blood], and started to repeat it word for word as a flaunt.

“This [Drunk on Saint Blood] comes from a big history, many many years ago, there was a sword fanatic that came into the world and travelled the entire Heaven’s Road challenging saints everywhere, defeating his opponents in less than 10 moves, causing his name to soar. All the saints that had lost to him secretly came together in a plan to ambush and defeat him, but the result was that he slashed down all 30 of them, then left easily, and no one dared to chase after him from then on. This sword, is his sword, fed on Saint’s blood, and thus the name Drunk On Saint Blood, as it only feeds off the blood of saints.”

Jing Hao was extremely excited, he caressed the sword’s body, the proud and aloof back view of the swordsman appearing in his eyes. He knew of this sword, and the senior never left his name behind, but it had become a taboo topic that was never to be mentioned. Honorable Martial Group were the few participants involved. With those few words on the sword, it made him realize the bearing of the swordsman.

Tang Tian read out the contents in a breath, then grabbed a pair of crystal like wings and threw them to Crane.

The wings felt weightless, every single feather on the wings were as pure as water, the surface revealing a thin layer of rainbow light aura. The wings released an energy fluctuation that was not strong, but with a unique rhythm, directly stirring Crane’s heartstrings.

“This pair of wings, I think it’s called the [Demonic Wings], it is a spirit treasure that comes from some distant Eastern Sect, and I know nothing else about it. LIttle Crane, your Crane Sect’s was passed down and had its origins from the east, I feel that the [Demonic Wings] would suit you very much. The East side also has spirit treasures, it truly is strange.”

Tang Tian’s heart was thinking gloomily, damn it, when Little Crane puts on that wings, he will definitely be so handsome and angelic that even the women will be jealous of him.

I should just kick Little Crane into being a woman in the future, then no one will be as suave as this godlike young lad!

Crane was already completely intoxicated with the [Demonic Wings]’ distant tranquility and abstrusity. Filled with a mysterious flavor and rhythm, it made Crane’s body to unconsciously follow its flow and rhythm.

“LIttle Xu Xu, this Silver Frost Sheep Horn Seal is definitely yours, I heard that only the leader of the Silver Frost Mounts can wield it, this senior Gui Wu’s taste is truly complicated, to even keep this….”

Tang TIan muttered, as he threw the Silver Frost Sheep Seal to Ling Xu.

Silver Frost Sheep Horn Seal….

Ling Xu’s mind was blank, he subconsciously accepted the Silver Frost Sheep Horn Seal that Tang Tian threw over. The seal did not look very special, the sheep horn that was as straight as a sword, the round stamp seal side, had the insignia of the Silver Frost Mounts engraved in.

Ling Xu knew of its importance, the Silver Frost Sheep Horn Seal, was the Silver Frost Mount’s symbol, and the symbol of authority, and only the leaders of the Silver Frost Mount had the qualifications to hold it.

The Silver Frost Sheep Horn Seal suddenly lit up with a flickering light aura, and transformed into a silver light that entered Ling Xu’s body.

Tang Tian did not have time to care about him, and continued his booty sharing meeting.

Inside the Energy Furnace, Little Fool was crying all over, his heart felt as if knives were stabbing him repeatedly.