Song Chengan smiled.
Naturally, he knew why the Old Cultivator's expression had changed upon seeing him. The man was afraid that Song Chengan would kill for treasure.
Among Rogue Cultivators, everyone but oneself was an enemy.
Could it be that, after obtaining a supreme treasure, one would still expect cultivators encountered on the road not to be tempted?
Song Chengan merely glanced in the direction the Old Cultivator and his disciple had left.
He did not pursue them.
He was happy for the boy.
The boy had met a good person.
Just as the Old Cultivator had said, the life of a Rogue Cultivator was not easy.
Still, trading a Magic Treasure for a chance to take on a disciple?
Even if he was accepted as a disciple, he likely would not be a personal disciple or anything of the sort, but... it was still better than being a Rogue Cultivator.
Song Chengan changed directions, intending to leave.
This place was dangerous for the Old Cultivator and his disciple, and it was dangerous for Song Chengan as well.
But just as Song Chengan was about to leave, he heard two screams.
Song Chengan's expression changed. He immediately removed the Demon Subduing Staff, disguised as a hairpin atop his head, and rushed over.
Song Chengan soon found the Old Cultivator and his disciple.
But he fell silent.
The Old Cultivator and his disciple stood together, both pierced through by a long spear.
Terror covered the Old Cultivator's face.
It was clear that, at the instant of death, the Old Cultivator had still wanted to shield his disciple behind him... but he was too weak. The killer had used his weapon to pierce through both his and his disciple's chests, killing them.
Song Chengan held the Demon Subduing Staff, staring blankly into