Empress Myrtlestar shifted the treasures from the ancient site of the inner vault into a storage treasure and tossed it to Lu Yun, along with the Divine Seaward Iron.

As for the Moon Osmanthus, Qing Han refined it with Empress Myrtlestar’s help.

After a brief moment of solemnity, the six troublemakers began dividing their spoils with renewed glee and chatter. Thanks to the doting care of their factions, they were almost lackadaisical in nature, despite their precious bloodlines.

The six of them and their peerless immortal followers had truly made out like, well, bandits this time. 

Even the little fox, who’d abstained from the raid and thus hadn’t done much, was given many valuable items. That prompted an immediate shift in loyalty and drove her to seek the comfort of Jing Dichen’s arms.

Fortunately, the space Lu Yun had created was large enough, or it wouldn’t have been able to accommodate all of the valuables.

……

Hell.

Beigong Chonglou had been duly sacrificed in exchange for the power to temper the Divine Seaward Iron. The material was so sturdy that even the three immortal fires combined...