The Star Lotus Essence was an extremely rare spirit herb—even in the Miro Realm, it was hard to find. Qin Fengming had never expected that herb not to have fallen into the hands of the old man feared by Saintly Venerable Jing Hu, but instead to have been obtained by the middle-aged man.
After a moment's thought, Qin Fengming suddenly understood. The vicious beast's split-open skull might not have been the old man's doing. It might well have been the work of the middle-aged cultivator.
Delighted, Qin Fengming immediately revealed a smile.
Obtaining this Star Lotus Essence alone had made the trip worthwhile.
Looking at the items in the Xumi Cave Dwelling's space, Qin Fengming was certain that the middle-aged cultivator had likely been the Supreme Ancestor of a super sect in some interface. During this great upheaval of the Three Realms, he must have carried the sect's most important treasures with him—and Qin Fengming had ended up with them.
Qin Fengming felt no psychological burden at all for making them his own. For a traitor like that, he would not have hesitated in the slightest even to kill him.
After changing into one of the middle-aged man's robes, Qin Fengming's facial muscles had already changed, and his features now bore a resemblance of roughly seventy or eighty percent to the man's. As long as he did not come face-to-face with someone extremely familiar, Qin Fengming was certain he could deceive most cultivators. Qin Fengming himself was a cultivator of the Ghost Dao, so the hazy Yin aura radiating from his body was no problem at all.
He stepped out of the enveloping demonic mist and entered the grand formation.
Qin Fengming's eyes flickered, and his mind shook violently. This grand formation protected an extremely vast area. A hurried sweep