Dashing Student Chapter 1390 1390: The Distribution Plan

Three months later, within a hidden cave on a secluded island, Divine Calculator was found gleefully counting a mountain of storage bags piled before him, a wide grin plastered across his face.

"Haha, junior brother, we are swimming in wealth now. Just by selling these storage bags alone, we’ll rake in a fortune in spirit stones."

Chen Nan wished he could ignore the incessantly chattering, overweight man. For over three months, the fat fellow had clung to his side. Initially, all those storage bags were his alone, but upon Divine Calculator’s arrival, he’d audaciously demanded half.

These were pure, unadulterated spirit stones.

"Junior brother, are you displeased?" Divine Calculator inquired, a hint of confusion in his voice.

Chen Nan clenched his teeth, internally grumbling, *Don’t you already know the answer?*

At that very moment, a short cultivator with dark skin approached Chen Nan. This individual was known as Wang Wu, one of the original ten people Chen Nan had led.

Due to his sharp intellect, Chen Nan had taken a liking to him and assigned him tasks requiring errands.

Among the initial ten, the young cultivator who consistently volunteered for combat held Chen Nan's highest hopes. Regrettably, he was far too young and couldn't stomach the grim task of cleaning battlefields alongside Chen Nan, prompting his departure.

Chen Nan understood this sentiment well; in essence, what they termed 'cleaning the battlefield' was nothing more than looting the spoils of other cultivators. Now, both cultivators of the Righteous Path and the Demon Sect harbored deep animosity towards them.

The remaining individuals, however, displayed a pragmatic mindset, recognizing that on this tumultuous battlefield, the lives of Foundation Establishment cultivators were as disposable as weeds. Consequently, they were content to follow Chen Nan.

No need to fight, coupled with abundant resources—what more could one desire?

"Speak, what intelligence have you gathered?"

Having incited considerable animosity, Chen Nan had led his contingent to an unnamed, desolate island for concealment, dispatching Wang Wu to procure information.

Wang Wu nodded, his expression grim, "Boss, I received word that brother Ma Han has tragically... has tragically perished in battle."

Ma Han was that very young cultivator.

Upon hearing the news, Chen Nan felt a pang of shock, but he soon regained his composure.

"I explained the risks to him beforehand. Now that he has met his end in battle, perhaps he fulfilled his aspirations. Tell me, how did he die?"

Wang Wu responded swiftly, "Brother Ma Han was accompanying a Nascent Soul Elder from the Righteous Alliance when they were ambushed by the Demon Sect. The elder was slain, and all the warriors under his command were annihilated by the Demon Sect cultivators."

"However, our Righteous Alliance is not to be trifled with. Master Canglan personally intervened, exacting vengeance by eliminating that Demon Sect elder."

Chen Nan was taken aback, "Have Nascent Soul Realm cultivators already fallen?"

"Indeed," Wang Wu confirmed with a nod. "Furthermore, such reports have been frequent recently."

Chen Nan and Divine Calculator exchanged a knowing glance and abruptly stood up, "The moment has finally arrived!"

Possessing intimate knowledge of the war's hidden machinations, they understood it to be a joint operation staged by the Demon Sect and the Righteous Alliance. Only by demonstrating colossal losses would the Demon Clan be convinced.

Chen Nan was certain that the fallen Nascent Soul Realm cultivators were being kept in reserve, poised to deliver a devastating surprise to the Demon Clan.

Yet, like Ma Han, those cultivators of lower standing had genuinely sacrificed their lives in this conflict, a stark illustration of the brutal realities within the Cultivation World.

With meager Cultivation, they lacked even the privilege of knowing the truth.

"Junior brother, we must make our preparations diligently. This Daoist intends to accompany you," Divine Calculator declared, unexpectedly choosing not to depart.

Chen Nan's expression plummeted, as if he'd swallowed a bitter pill. "Dao brother, might we still go our separate ways?"

"Absolutely not. I believe your luck is extraordinarily potent, junior brother. Following you will undoubtedly lead to immense fortune." The sheer delight radiating from Divine Calculator's face made Chen Nan feel an urge to strike him.

How could he utter such words with such unblushing conviction?

Nevertheless, Divine Calculator wasn't entirely devoid of decency, and he chuckled, "Junior brother, fret not. This Daoist is not unreasonable. In the end, we shall divide all spoils fifty-fifty; I swear upon my honor."

"It seems your sincerity is lacking," Chen Nan mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully.

Divine Calculator immediately sprang up, "Junior brother, your words wound me deeply."

Setting aside his apprehension, Chen Nan abruptly queried, "Do you also desire the corpses of Demon Clan members?"

"Naturally, they are invaluable treasures. But more crucially, there's the Demon Core. That item can significantly enhance one's Cultivation!" Divine Calculator responded enthusiastically.

A sudden laugh escaped Chen Nan as an idea dawned on him, a method for achieving peaceful coexistence with Divine Calculator.

"Since fellow Daoist wishes to accompany me, why not part ways now? If you desire Demon Cores, then all future Demon Cores within their bodies shall be yours."

"But the corpses of the Demon Clan are mine!"

Chen Nan gathered the Demon Clan corpses with the intent to refine Demon Spirit Pills; thus, the Demon Cores held no value for him.

Although absorbing Demon Cores could rapidly boost one's cultivation, Chen Nan felt that employing such a method was no different from using Evil Techniques—it was all about plundering.

Consequently, absorbing Demon Cores would inevitably lead to side effects akin to Evil Techniques, and Chen Nan refused to depend on such means to improve his cultivation.

Divine Calculator, uncharacteristically slow to agree, scrutinized Chen Nan with suspicion: "Are you planning to kill me? Otherwise, why propose such a division?"

He understood that the value of a single Demon Core far surpassed that of a Demon Clan corpse, leading Divine Calculator to believe that Chen Nan, given his typically frugal nature, would never propose such an arrangement.

Gazing into Chen Nan's eyes, he suddenly gasped, for he did indeed perceive a murderous intent gleaming within them.

"No, I agree to whatever you say, alright?"

Despite being a cultivator in the Nascent Soul Realm, the harrowing scenes he witnessed within the Great Swamp remained indelibly etched in his memory; he was acutely aware of Chen Nan's capacity for ruthlessness.

Chen Nan responded with utmost seriousness, "I am not jesting. I do not utilize Demon Cores, nor do I have any desire to; therefore, it is perfectly acceptable for them to be yours."

Only then did Divine Calculator accept Chen Nan's sincerity, his demeanor shifting to one of mild deference.

"I have no need for Demon Cores myself, but numerous individuals covet them, and I can certainly secure a favorable price. Thus, I fully endorse this division."

"Excellent, it is settled then." Chen Nan smiled with genuine pleasure, deciding that allowing Divine Calculator to claim the Demon Cores would serve to placate the bothersome, rotund man.

This arrangement would ensure he had a Nascent Soul Realm bodyguard accompanying him, significantly mitigating the risks should the Demon Clan make an appearance.

Exchanging potential Demon Cores, which he had yet to acquire, for a Nascent Soul Realm ally—this was an unparalleled bargain.

With Divine Calculator's situation resolved, Chen Nan proceeded to locate the Foundation Establishment cultivators he had brought along.

"Henceforth, the battlefield is likely to descend into chaos. You should seek out a secure location to conceal yourselves and remain hidden until the conflict concludes. I have no wish for you to meet a fate similar to Ma Han's."

The remaining nine individuals readily assented, aware that Ma Han's demise had hardly caused a stir. Moreover, each had received a generous quantity of storage bags, further diminishing their inclination to risk their lives.