An immortal herb worth ten million divine-grade Spirit Stones might have amounted to nothing in the Immortal World, but to this bunch who had smuggled themselves up from the human realm, it was an unimaginably vast fortune—enormous beyond enormous. It was like a group of poor people who usually had nothing but coarse buns to eat suddenly being served a full Manchu-Han Imperial Feast...
That immortal herb was carefully put away. Everyone was tense, excited, and thrilled, and they began acting with wild abandon. Relying on their overwhelming numbers... they robbed everyone they encountered.
After pulling off several jobs in succession, they suddenly discovered something strange amid their tense coordination. They had carried out several major raids, each battle earth-shaking and fiercely intense, frightening everyone out of their wits—yet strangely, not a single one of them had been injured. It was truly like seeing a ghost in broad daylight.
One had to know that most of the more than three hundred people were at the mid Spirit Transformation stage, while most of the opponents they encountered were at the late Spirit Transformation stage. By the standards of the Cultivation World, one late Spirit Transformation cultivator should have been able to flatten many mid Spirit Transformation cultivators. Yet the late Spirit Transformation cultivators here always gave everyone a peculiar feeling...
They looked like tigers, and their momentum and methods were frightening enough, but once they truly fought, they felt like sick cats. What a waste of all that cultivation.
Lu Yanqing disliked all this fighting and killing more than anyone, but she also knew that while she might be able to call the shots for others, she could not call the shots for Yue Qianchou. At first, whenever someone came to hand over the things they had robbed, she always urged