Birk approached and said, "Surrender your spatial ring and weapons. From today onward, the Unbeaten Wind Sect no longer exists now nor in the future. Do you understand?"
"Yes!"
"Thank you, Mister Birk! Unbeaten Wind Sect does not exist anymore!"
Having their lives spared was what they wanted the most now. Winning the battle was not their concern anymore. Thus, they quickly surrendered their weapons and spatial rings as told and fled the scene.
"Hahaha! We won! We won!" Sofia laughed out loud.
The elders instructed the disciples to collect the loot, handle the dead bodies, and inspect any damage to the sect.
Severin looked down and said, "Not bad. Our death toll ranges from thirty to forty people. Most of the members only suffered minor injuries."
Birk nodded. "That's because you requested the weaker members to stay out of the battle. Otherwise, the death toll won't be so low. Although we have fewer numbers, our fighters are much stronger than them. Plus you killed two of their strongest very quickly and that had put off the fighting spirit. Otherwise, I don't think the battle will end so soon."
Sheila looked very happy. "Haha. I feel so great. This is the first time I enjoy battling!"
Severin frowned and looked unhappy though. "Why did you and Diane join the battle? It's very dangerous because you two are not strong enough yet."
Sheila pouted and said, "Nothing happens to us, isn't it? Besides, we can use our Mind's Eyes to look for fighters who are lower or similar to us."
Birk said, "Hey, my wonderful son-in-law. I'll ask the Great Elder to bring over the spiritual herbs for you later. Take a look and pick out the ones that you want."
Severin frowned. He did not have the intention to join the Stormy Moon Sect, so it did not seem right to be the first one to choose the spiritual herbs from the loot when there were two other alchemists in the sect.
After giving it a thought, he said, "Let's do it this way. Just send fourth-grade spiritual herbs to me. Other than that, give them to the two grand-elders and let them pick out what they want. They need those more than me. I still have a lot of second-grade and third-grade spiritual herbs and they could last me for a while."
Birk nodded. "Alright. Then I will send the fourth-grade spiritual herbs to you. Maybe with more practice, you could be fourth-grade alchemist very soon."
He added, "Oh. If that day comes, don't forget to give me an alchemical pill."
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