As a fifth-rank member of the Demon Race who had lived for tens of thousands of years, and a figure who ruled over his own domain, Master Sky Lion had scraped together untold treasures. Yet before he could enjoy them himself, they had all fallen into Lin Xuan's hands.
"Sis, you really don't want any of it?"
Lin Xuan's own wealth was already abundant in the extreme, yet faced with the vast riches Master Sky Lion had left behind, he was still somewhat dumbstruck. He turned to glance at the beautiful female cultivator beside him and spoke with a face full of sincerity.
Fairy Ruyan smiled and shook her head. With this woman's proud nature, since the bold words had already left her mouth, how could she possibly do something like grow fat by breaking her word?
"If that's the case, then this little brother won't stand on ceremony."
Lin Xuan sorted the treasures Master Sky Lion had left behind by category and packed them into his own Storage Bag.
The entire process took about the time it took to drink a cup of tea, but matters did not end there. Master Sky Lion was a fifth-rank member of the Demon Race; his fur, bones, and skeleton were all superb materials for refining treasures.
Something one could only encounter by chance, never seek by request!
Forget the markets—even looking across the Human World, there was nowhere to buy such things. Who would dare hunt a fifth-rank member of the Demon Race? Would that not be like the old birthday star hanging himself, thinking his life too long?
Unfortunately, Yue'er's Mysterious Yin Treasure Box was far too strange. With one slash, it had severed the Lion King's head, and even his soul had been destroyed along with it. Otherwise, a demon