Fifty to sixty people were in the Mission Hall, and everyone laughed upon hearing what Liu Wuxie said. This naturally made the deacon look displeased.1

The counter was specially crafted, and since the establishment of the Heavenly Treasure Pavilion, the highest record was set centuries ago when an outer disciple hunted five hundred abyssal devils. That disciple later rose to become a respected elder in the sect.0

The sect had various types of elders. The most common were the outer elders, who held the lowest rank. Inner elders were slightly higher, while elite elders wielded significant authority. For example, the elder of the Book Collection Hall commanded such respect that even the sect master deferred to them.0

“Leave if you have nothing else. The next person, come forward!” The deacon ran out of patience and urged Liu Wuxie not to waste time, as there were many people waiting in line.0

With no choice, Liu Wuxie could only take out an interspatial pouch and throw it on the counter.0

“See it for yourself!” Liu Wuxie’s tone didn’t contain a hint of emotion. The interspatial pouch was filled with abyssal...0