Bai Yujun had money now.
Ling Shanzi's belongings actually contained a storage pouch. For Bai Yujun, who ran all over the mountains carrying great bags and little bundles every day, it felt like blissful rain pouring over her head. She hurriedly tipped it out, never expecting a whole pile of things to spill forth.
There were Metal Materials whose names she could not recognize, several pills incomparably important to humans, and that flying sword badly corroded by venom.
Most crucially, there was also a tattered beast hide.
Recorded on the hide in blood was a demonic art that anyone who saw it would be unable to resist cultivating. It was impossible not to envy it—cultivation advanced at lightning speed after practicing it, its power greatly increased, and it could even extend Lifespan. Who could resist learning it?
More importantly, there was no real threshold for cultivating demonic arts. As long as one had even a little Spirit Root, one could cultivate a bright future and reach the pinnacle of life—it was no dream. Unfortunately, one might ultimately reach the pinnacle of madness instead.
Of course, the beast hide certainly would not mention that prolonged cultivation would leave one simple-minded and strong-limbed, acting on instinct. Almost none of those who cultivated demons had normal minds; even demon beasts disliked keeping company with them.
Ling Shanzi was dead. The three great stars represented by Sha Po Lang did not stand for evil demons, but slaughter. Ling Shanzi had merely met his tribulation...
The Gourd Demonic Artifact she had seized earlier was destroyed by Bai Yujun. A treasure incomparably precious to others was incinerated by Daoist techniques from the Chunyang Art, along with the beast hide covered in demonic arts.
There were many treasures in the storage pouch, so Bai Yujun went to