Chapter 179

Chapter 179: The Dying Ao Xiu

"If you’re told to take it, just take it," the God of Theater said. "We’ve already agreed on how to split our gains."

"So, strictly speaking, it’s only fair for the God of Martial Arts to reward you."

The God of Magic was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Are you saying I should give you one of the two ultimate treasures from the Snow Spirit Clan?"

"What else would it be?"

"……"

The God of Magic took a deep breath. This old man, the God of Theater, was getting more shameless by the day.

You get to feast, and I’m left with just a sip of soup?

I’m already barely getting by with my little sip, and now you, the big spender, want to take half of what little I have left.

"Didn’t we agree on this earlier?"

The God of Theater replied, "And besides, the spell for the ultimate treasures was provided by the God of Martial Arts."

"If you really want it, that can be arranged."

"I know your recent magical experiments require a lot of ultimate treasures as equipment. As your old friend, I can be reasonable."

"How about this? The last spell you cast in the Snow Soul Realm, the one that combined dozens of forbidden spells, hasn’t been added to your spellbook yet, right?"

"Add that spell to your spellbook, and promise that when you make progress in your research on the ultimate treasures, you’ll include them in the spellbook for the God of Martial Arts to use."

The God of Magic couldn’t help but laugh. "Well played, old theater master. You were waiting for this, weren’t you?"

With that, the God of Magic glanced at Su Wen and added, "Alright, I agree."

"However, God of Martial Arts, I’m already quite pleased with the two ultimate treasures I’ve obtained this time. You really don’t need to reward me further."

"How about this: the last foundational Body Refinement Technique for five hundred billion euros, and this time, I’ll represent the European Union to buy the Foundational Body Refinement Technique 1.0 for five hundred billion?"

Su Wen nodded and said, "Well… that works too."

The God of Magic extended his hand and said, "In that case, show me the spellbook so I can infuse it with my latest magical research."

"Alright."

Su Wen flipped his right hand, and the spellbook appeared in his grasp.

"Buzz!"

As the spellbook trembled slightly, the God of Magic pointed with his right hand, and a powerful and complex force of magical elements began to surge.

After a moment, the magical element power dissipated, and everything returned to calm.

"Done, I’ve infused it."

The God of Magic wiped the sweat from his forehead and smiled.

"Thank you very much!"

Su Wen said as he received the spellbook.

The God of Magic replied, "No worries. Just remember not to forget me when you have new research in martial arts."

Su Wen smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I won’t forget.”

The European Union’s economic power is still quite strong.

Just like that, another fifty billion euros rolled in.

Nice!

“Alright, the job’s done. Shouldn’t someone be heading out now?”

After wrapping up with the Snow Spirit Clan’s treasury, the God of Theater hinted with a smirk.

God of Magic: “?”

Round two?

He kicked out the God of Freedom?

Now it’s his turn to get the boot?

“What? You wanna stick around for another bowl of noodles or something?”

The God of Theater raised an eyebrow and quipped.

This stroke of luck made him realize it was Ao Xiu’s power at play.

So, after finishing the handover, he wanted to chat with Su Wen about Ao Xiu.

He was really glad Su Wen had tipped him off about Ao Xiu’s location and helped him nab him.

If he’d gone after Ao Xiu on his own, who knows what could’ve gone wrong?

Sure, Ao Xiu’s fortune was just a fragment of the God of Wealth’s power, but fortune is a tricky thing.

Of course, he’s the God of Theater.

Even if the God of Wealth is special, the gap between divine titles shouldn’t be too crazy.

Fortune might not mess with him much—just a tiny nudge, at most.

But after today’s haul and the Magic Clan’s antics, he had to admit… fortune felt a bit unfair.

Could Ao Xiu’s broken fortune really mess with a bunch of Emperor Levels like that?

Thankfully, he’s got divine protection.

Otherwise, even with the God of Wealth’s blessing, snagging Ao Xiu from the Dragon Abyss Tribe wouldn’t have been so smooth.

So he thought, if the God of Martial Arts isn’t in a rush to deal with Ao Xiu, he’d take him around for a bit.

Maybe help poor China score some foreign treasures.

If China gets richer and the fate bearers stronger, they’ll have a better shot at facing the Arrow Realm’s invasion in the future.

“Not cool?”

God of Magic shot back, “You’re so broke you can’t even afford a bowl of noodles now?”

The God of Theater raised an eyebrow. “Give me some time, and I’ll head to the northwest myself. I’ll pack you some traditional noodles and have the Star God send them over via the star array.”

“Fresh and hot, straight from the pot. How’s that sound?”

God of Magic snorted, then turned to leave. “Fine, I’m out. You really know how to kick someone to the curb after getting what you want. So rude.”

“But hey, God of Martial Arts, if you’ve got more jobs like this, hit me up, alright?”

With that, the spatial magic circle under his feet flashed, and he vanished.

“Finally, some peace.”

The God of Theater grinned. “Now, let’s talk about our loot!”

With a wave of his hand, he pulled the Star God and the others into the Theater World.

As they stepped in, Su Wen and the Star God were greeted by a dazzling display of treasures and gems.

“The Magic Clan’s loaded, huh?”

Su Wen marveled. “Just a few Emperor-Level stashes are this rich? Imagine if we raided the whole Magic Clan’s treasury—we’d be rolling in it!”

The Star God chuckled. “Yeah, we really underestimated how rich the top Arrow Realm is.”

Just then, a weak voice piped up from nearby.

“Uh… can someone… help me?”

“I feel like… I’m about to… collapse.”

Everyone turned to see Ao Xiu sprawled on the ground, eyes glazed, tongue out, gasping for air like he was on his last legs.

Even with the Theater World’s healing powers working on him, his condition kept worsening.

It was as if the force keeping him alive had vanished, and his life was slipping away.