An overnight fortune!
After taking stock of all the spoils, this was the only thought in Li Qing's mind.
He had truly struck it rich overnight. He had merely killed an immortal cultivator, yet Li Qing had gone from an immortal cultivator with nothing to his name to one with a rather substantial fortune.
One Storage Bag, an unknown-grade magical artifact, three jade slips, and some Blood-Generating Pills that were better than nothing.
Beyond that, even the two sets of clothing inside the Storage Bag were no ordinary items.
After taking them out, Li Qing had instinctively injected a trace of spiritual power into them, only to discover that the clothes could calm the mind and steady the spirit. Ordinary blades and swords could not damage them at all.
Upon realizing this, Li Qing couldn't help but sigh.
"Damn it, no wonder they were kept in a Storage Bag. Even Immortal Cultivators have standards when it comes to clothes!"
Of course, Li Qing also realized that the so-called Cultivation World was probably far from peaceful.
He had always thought that those who cultivated immortality lived on wind and dew, soaring high above the mundane world, untouched by mortal dust as they devoted themselves wholeheartedly to seeking the Dao.
Now, it seemed there were probably some discrepancies.
He had merely killed a Mid Qi Refining cultivator struggling to survive in the Age of Dharma's End, yet his gains were so abundant. In one stroke, he had claimed all the fruits of the other man's nine years of struggling and scrambling through the Cultivation World.
The thrill of killing someone, looting their bag, and reaping rewards without lifting a finger nearly made Li Qing addicted to it.
He even had a bold thought: should he search for the traces of Immortal Cultivators