At the thought of that human female cultivator making off with so many Spirit Cores, the cultivators hidden in the shadows could no longer sit still. One after another, they employed every means at their disposal to search for her whereabouts.
"It's already the fifth day. The island is only so big—she can't have gone far!"
"I suspect she has no fewer than a thousand Spirit Cores on her! Even if we have to turn the whole island upside down and search heaven and earth, we must find her."
Only a very small number chose not to join the search.
They believed midnight was nearly upon them, and there was little chance of finding the human female cultivator within half an hour.
Moreover, the formation she had used earlier was quite extraordinary. Even if they truly found her, she could rely on that formation to hold out for this short half hour.
Once midnight passed, she could leave the island with the Spirit Cores in her possession.
Those who had rushed after her had merely been driven red-eyed by the Spirit Cores and lost their reason.
Once they failed to find her, they would sooner or later realize this and stop wasting their time for nothing.
In truth, those who had gone after her did indeed come up empty-handed.
But it was not because Xu Chunniang had left the island. Rather, she had temporarily entered the small world to take stock of her spoils.
There was no helping it. This time, there was simply too much loot; she had to sort through it properly.
At that moment, in a corner of the small world, Xu Chunniang swept her gaze over the several dozen corpses she had found in the mustard-seed spaces of the final seven people, her heart filled with