That idiot from the Sword Sect turned out to be a lucky charm.

Chapter 115 is Regret

After listening to Lin Zhifeng's words, Lin Jun knew that he should prioritize the overall situation and not cause trouble for the sect.

He understood the reasoning, but he was just feeling frustrated!

Seeing his indignant expression, Lin Zhifeng couldn't help but smile. He thought to himself: This kid is still so innocent and honest; his eyes are still only focused on these things.

Lin Zhifeng couldn't help but tease him: "Senior brother, don't be angry. It's really not worth getting upset over such trivial things."

Lin Jun said, "This is a small matter? Then tell me, what would be a big matter?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Didn't you even consider taking a single penny from our money for selling ourselves?"

Lin Jun didn't react for a moment and asked in confusion, "What do you mean by 'sell yourself'?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "The auction will be selling our ill-gotten gains! Just think how many high-grade spirit stones that is? Not to mention what the Ghost Realm Sect Master obtained before."

Lin Jun suddenly realized what it was all about. He hadn't even considered this possibility before.

The leader of the Ghostly Realm Sect has probably been committing these heinous crimes for at least several decades, so he must be quite wealthy. Even he must have squandered a considerable amount, but there's still a lot left.

Not to mention this auction, even ignoring the minor characters like them, Uncle-Master Ding Mo alone fetched a high price of fifty million high-grade spirit stones. The Ghost Realm Sect's net income from this auction exceeded one hundred million high-grade spirit stones.

Lin Jun gasped as he thought of this, his mouth opening and closing repeatedly, too shocked to speak.

After a long pause, he murmured, "It seems the money from the auction master hasn't arrived yet, but we've already started. What a pity."

Lin Zhifeng chuckled. "Is this guy a little off? Why is he focusing on this? Does he think he can just take advantage of the situation after the money arrives?"

Lin Zhifeng couldn't help but voice his thoughts, and Lin Jun agreed, realizing that whether the money arrived or not seemed to have nothing to do with them. They could only sigh longingly at the prospect of "spirit stones"!

Seeing that he was even more annoyed, Lin Zhifeng chuckled and said, "What? If you had thought of it beforehand, would you have dared to secretly hide some or something?"

Lin Jun said, "It's a pity I'm slow-witted and didn't think of that. Don't laugh at me for being a bad person. It's better to keep something that's unclaimed for myself than to let someone else have it. Besides, this trip was really dangerous. If it weren't for Uncle Ding Mo and Qiu Qiu, we would not only have lost our lives, but our bodies would have been defiled by these bastards."

Lin Zhifeng said, "I did think of that. To be honest, I had the same thought as you, but I managed to restrain myself in the end."

Lin Jun said, "Little Lin, are you confused? We don't pocket all the unclaimed money. Taking just a little as a tip isn't unreasonable! What? Is your sense of morality that strong? We never knew you were this kind of person when you were hanging out with us."

Lin Zhifeng smiled and said, "Senior brother understands me best. I'm not a bad person, but I'm not exactly a good one either. I can't bring myself to pass up a good deal."

Lin Jun was even more puzzled. "Then why didn't you remind the brothers earlier? If we all made a decision together, it wouldn't seem like you were being too greedy. We could have shared the responsibility. Besides, don't you know how many brothers we have? They're all on our side. If you're wary of Uncle Ding Mo, then getting past him won't be easy."

After finishing his sentence, Lin Jun mentally considered how to persuade his Uncle-Master Ding Mo. His final deduction concluded that it was hopeless.

Seeing Lin Jun racking his brains, his face contorted with worry, Lin Zhifeng chuckled, "Senior brother, it's not that I don't trust us brothers; nor am I afraid that Senior Brother Ding Mo won't stand by us through thick and thin." (Here, the phrase "colluding with each other" is omitted to protect Lin Jun's sensitive nature.)

Lin Jun asked in confusion, "Then what exactly made you able to resist such a great temptation?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Of course it's because we can't get this money quietly!"

Lin Jun asked naively, "We're all brothers, if you don't say anything, and I don't say anything, why can't we?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Senior brother! This problem is the same one that troubled you before. If we are ruthless and kill everyone in the Ghost Realm Sect, along with all the buyers, then there will be no way to prove anything. Whether or not to report to our sect or invite other sects can be discussed in detail later."

Lin Jun said, "We were originally on a sect mission. This mission is a joint mission issued by various sects, so I'm afraid we can't hide it, can we?"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Don't you understand? Since we represent the Sword Sect, we can't be too ruthless. Otherwise, it will affect the reputation of the entire Sword Sect."

"Similarly, if we do something petty like stealing chickens or dogs, we can disregard our own reputation, but we can't let it implicate the sect, can we?"

Lin Jun finally understood and couldn't help but exclaim, "You're really smart!"

Lin Zhifeng said, "Senior brother, you flatter me. These are all high-sounding principles. What I was actually thinking was that once the big shots arrive, there will definitely be an interrogation. Do you think those prisoners will tell them about us stealing the spirit stones? So, no matter what, we can't touch those stolen goods."

After listening to Lin Zhifeng's words, Lin Jun could only lament his own lack of intelligence. "Look at all these convoluted schemes Lin Zhifeng uses! Isn't his life exhausting?"

He couldn't help but tell Lin Zhifeng what he was thinking. Lin Zhifeng laughed and said, "You don't need to rack your brains to think about it. These thoughts will automatically come to mind when you encounter something."

Lin Jun said indignantly, "Could it be that you were a fool for the first twenty years of your life, and your brain was useless, and now it's suddenly working twice as well?"

Lin Zhifeng, in a blasphemous manner, patted Lin Jun on the back of the head: "How about I give my senior brother a good pat, so you can be an idiot for a few years and let your brain develop a second time?"

Lin Jun dodged his sinister hand and cursed, "Get lost! I don't need it."

Lin Zhifeng, having had his fill of commotion, said seriously, "Senior brother, there's no need to worry. We've done a great service this time, and we'll definitely receive a generous reward. Just wait patiently!"

Lin Jun was skeptical: "With our sect's stingy attitude, a generous reward? You must be dreaming. Verbal praise plus a little sect contribution, that's the most we can do."

Lin Zhifeng said, "The sects didn't receive any, but the gains this time are considerable. Barring any unforeseen circumstances, aside from compensation for some of the victims' families, most of it should be distributed among the various sects. A portion will definitely be used as our rewards this time. You have to trust the Grand Elder and your father's abilities."

After saying that, he winked at Lin Jun.

Lin Jun thought of his father, who never suffered a loss, and the competitive elder, and it seemed that what Lin Zhifeng said was not impossible.