"Hm? Why was there so little? The Corpse Refining Sect's Library Pavilion was actually this shabby?" Bai Lan swept her divine sense through the Storage Bag and clicked her tongue twice.
It was at least a second-rate demonic sect. How could it have only a few hundred cultivation manuals?
Having survived the catastrophe, Luan Yin finally let out a long breath and spoke slowly. "I know the Corpse Refining Sect's Library Pavilion best. The first and second floors only contain low-grade cultivation manuals, not even a single earth-rank manual. Only the Jade Slips on the third floor are the true heart of the matter."
"So that was how it was. You have worked hard this time, Peak Master Luan." Bai Lan patted Luan Yin's shoulder understandingly. "Go find True Lord Cannon Fodder. Whichever peak you take a fancy to will be your territory from now on."
Luan Yin's eyes lit up. Overjoyed, he began pouring out flattering words like the surging waters of an endless river, but Bai Lan had already flashed out of the Void Stone.
The system floated over with a grin and patted Luan Yin's shoulder from the other side. "Not bad, Little Luan. You're doing well now—you've become a peak master."
Luan Yin narrowed his eyes at the system and snorted coldly. "I am a peak master, at any rate. And you are merely a fake True Lord borrowing the sect leader's power to lord over others."
"Ah, yes, yes, yes. A bare-pole peak master with only yourself on the entire peak?"
Luan Yin's expression turned cold.
Right.
Seeing this, the system giggled. "What a pity. Though peak masters receive Spirit Stones every month, they cannot claim Soul Nurturing Pills. Little Luan will still have to come begging me for Soul Nurturing Pills in the future~"