Lu Qingfeng stayed hidden, controlling the puppets to bury all the infant corpses.
Then he searched through the entire Return to Truth Sect, especially its hidden areas, and gained quite a lot.
There were various medicinal herbs and metals. Though none were particularly precious, there was a great deal of them. Completely carrying everything away would require several puppets to work hard for quite some time.
As for the corpses of the Return to Truth Sect's people, they were all handed over to the corpse-refining puppet controlled by Lu Qingfeng.
This corpse puppet had no idea how many years it had gone without drinking human blood.
This time, the mountain had not only the blood of True Qi Realm experts, but also hundreds of corpses around the mountainside—more than enough for it to feast to its heart's content.
"It's over!"
Through the puppets, Lu Qingfeng saw the devastation covering Huangzhi Mountain.
The shadow that had loomed over him for sixteen years had finally been overturned today in this wholly unexpected manner.
From now on.
There was no longer a Return to Truth Sect in the world!
Lu Qingfeng had lived in Blackwood Village for too long, and he had always felt that the Return to Truth Sect was a colossal existence, impossible to shake.
The shadow of his youth had caused him to unconsciously imagine it as incomparably powerful even after he had grown stronger.
In truth, the Return to Truth Sect was powerful, but only to a certain extent.
Its various peripheral forces and ordinary disciples were nothing more than loose sand once an irresistible external force descended upon them. The only truly commendable expert in the Return to Truth Sect was Zhuge Chongyang—and he was merely at the Seventh Layer of the True Qi Realm.
The Blood Corpse