Fang Che almost spit out his drink with a ’pfft’. 𝑓𝑟𝑒𝘦𝓌𝑒𝑏𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝘭.𝒸𝘰𝑚

He forcibly suppressed the urge to burst into laughter, his face turning bright red.

Dongyun Yu was incredibly embarrassed and said, "...Yes, cough, that guy really is quite something."

Xue Fuxiao laughed, "Right? Last time I was chatting with your ancestor, we talked about it. Apparently, he’s top-notch at starting fights, his sharp tongue is unbeatable, haha. It’s rare for a family as disciplined as yours to produce such a character. What’s his name again?"

Dongyun Yu stuttered awkwardly, his face flushed with embarrassment, unable to say a word.

Fang Che bowed his head deeply, quietly covering his stomach with one hand.

Too funny, hahaha... Dongyun Yu is probably dying to hold it in.

Sure enough, Xue Fuxiao noticed something was off. Why... no response? And why is Fang Che’s reaction so strange?

Then, a thought flashed through his mind, and he was shocked: No way! No way, could it be him?

Thinking of this, even Lord Xue was stunned.

Indeed.

Dongyun Yu reached his limit. After all, Lord Xue asked the question, so he had to answer. Finally, he squeezed out, "The person you’re talking about... is... is somewhat like... me."

Xue Fuxiao was dumbfounded.

"Hahahahahaha..."

A burst of laughter erupted from the side, it was Duan Xiyang, Feng Yunqi, and Emperor Ziwei.

The three of them were laughing so hard that tears came out.

None of them expected such a hilarious moment to come out of such a casual conversation. It totally caught them off guard...

Feng Yun, Yan Beihan, the Deity of the Sun, and others dared not laugh too excessively, but they also turned their heads, shoulders shaking.

Yan Beihan held his mouth, laughing until he was gasping.

Xue Fuxiao’s lean face even flattened a bit, laughing, he said, "It’s good for young people to have some personality and be more lively. You may sit down."

Dongyun Yu wiped off his sweat, "Thank you, Lord Xue."

Duan Xiyang held back his laughter, wiped his tears, and said, "How do you usually handle things? Show the old man."

Dongyun Yu was dumbfounded, stuttering, looking miserable, "Senior... I..."

Though he was naturally roguish, under the gaze of Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao, he wouldn’t dare to act up even if given ten guts.

"I really... usually am very serious..."

Dongyun Yu felt depressed.

Duan Xiyang encouraged, "Come on, show your antics to Lord Xue."

Dongyun Yu lowered his head deeply, not daring to move at all.

Right now, he’d rather offend Duan Xiyang than Xue Fuxiao.

He was endlessly regretful inside.

Originally, he wanted to do the same as Fang Che, getting an amulet for a chance at survival, but ended up trapping himself with no way out!

Why!

Damn it, why! Why is Fang Che so lucky? I was also in there fighting tooth and nail!

Different paths for different people.

Seeing Dongyun Yu as paralyzed as a quail, Duan Xiyang stopped teasing after one joke. Given his status, teasing a junior with one line was already enough for Dongyun Yu to endure.

Didn’t you see Xue Fuxiao’s face almost turning purple?

Next, the Deity of the Sun and the Deity of the Moon, along with King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang, began collecting 30% of each sect’s share.

No sect dared to mention ’it’s just ordinary wood’ or anything like that.

Clearly, neither the Heavenly Palace nor the Underworld would tolerate underreporting.

Everyone obediently handed it over, and after calculations, it was taken by the Heavenly Palace and Underworld.

The countless leading elders were cursing internally: Damn it, the Underworld got cleaned out, and we have to supplement their resources...

Damnit!

Especially during this period, most disciples were lamenting in their own sects’ private rooms.

The various elders listened, their faces filled with anger, yet full of doubts.

For now, these issues shouldn’t be acted upon; it’s better to go back and discuss with experienced elders and the top brass.

They are old foxes, they can sit tight and wait.

But this Yin Yang Realm incident absolutely can’t just pass!

Finally, it was all collected.

The Deity of the Sun compiled all the resources and handed them to Emperor Ziwei.

Then Emperor Ziwei, Duan Xiyang, and Xue Fuxiao started dividing the spoils.

Xue Fuxiao took 3.5%.

Duan Xiyang took 3.6%.

Feng Yunqi snatched two black and white ginsengs from Duan Xiyang.

Thus, the total value equaled 3.5% each.

King Qinguang and King Chu Jiang from the Underworld were staring straightforwardly at Duan Xiyang’s share. Your people took everything from us, and now you’re even taking part of the share!

The dignified Underworld ended up with the least resources this time!

Since the Heavenly Palace would not contribute 30%, the 30% from other sects was divided among Xue Fuxiao and Duan Xiyang, totaling 7.1%.

The Heavenly Palace and Underworld then evenly split the remaining 2.9%. So, overall, the Underworld received only 1.45%.

Essentially, they got the leftovers.

Emperor Ziwei, looking at his pitiful 1.5%, shook his head and sighed. He looked at Duan Xiyang and Xue Fuxiao’s full loot, only feeling his liver slowly swelling.

Because Xue Fuxiao was shaking his head, sighing, "Ah, is this all I get for handling it personally?"

Duan Xiyang was even more dissatisfied, "What a bunch of useless people! To gather only this much stuff."

Then, looking at the overall haul of the Heavenly Palace and Underworld, Duan Xiyang’s gaze was contemptuous: Worthless bunch, clearly so many people and still less productive than Little Han alone!

Feng Yun is also a waste, can’t even compare to a woman!

And it’s not even close.

Xue Fuxiao looked at the total haul of the Heavenly Palace and Underworld, realizing that even together with Duan Xiyang’s share, it was still less than what Fang Che’s Space Ring contained, he felt extremely satisfied.