Wang Yue bent down and gathered Chongyun, Chongyi, and the corpses of the four scavengers one by one. Then he piled dry branches and weeds around them.
A wisp of Pure Yang Energy condensed at his fingertips. With a light flick, it landed on the branches, and roaring flames instantly flared up, orange-red firelight licking at the grass and wood.
It quickly spread to the corpses, producing sizzling sounds of burning along with a faint scorched stench.
He stood to one side, watching the bodies continuously curl up within the flames, his face twitching slightly.
He had only been focused on fighting earlier and had not examined these people's identities closely. Now, as the flames reached their clothing, several tokens fell from the charred corpses, striking the ground with crisp clinks.
Wang Yue bent down and picked up the tokens. His gaze swept over one engraved with the words "One Qi Misty Cloud Hall," its script flowing and elegant, bearing faint misty-cloud patterns.
Another was engraved with "Three Fortunes United Heart Gate," three silver lines inlaid along its edge. It was clearly an identity token from within the sect.
There were several more tokens of strange design, their writing twisted and difficult to make out. He had never seen them before.
"They're all forces with names known throughout the land..." Wang Yue silently committed the markings on the tokens to memory, then flicked out several more streams of Pure Yang Energy.
The scorching energy landed on the tokens. The metal rapidly melted into puddles of molten iron, seeping into the soil and erasing all traces completely.
Just then, a red flash sprang from Chongyun's charred corpse after Dao transformation, arcing through the air before landing on the ground. It was a palm-sized black cloth pouch—the Red Cloud Bag Chongyun had