I need to reflect. This time, when I saw my enemy, I couldn't hold myself back.
Fang Xi laid out two storage bags, one exquisite and one crude, secretly warning himself.
Killing someone and taking their treasures felt great, but becoming the one who was killed and robbed was not so wonderful.
Fang Xi, who was sitting on a mountain of treasures, had no intention of ending up that way.
After calming himself down, he picked up the crude storage bag first.
This storage bag belonged to Ying Song. The man's magic power was weak, and Fang Xi was already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining, so he unraveled it in the time it took to drink a cup of tea.
Inside the storage bag was indeed a space about the same size as the one in Fang Xi's previous storage bag. Within it were two stacks of talismans, a dozen-odd spirit stones, and some clothes and miscellaneous items.
Fang Xi even suspected that so many of the talismans might not have belonged to Ying Song himself, but had been given to him by Qi Liu as life-saving items.
After all, early-stage Qi Refining cultivators had weak magic power and could not even use High-grade Magic Tools. Talismans were much more convenient and trouble-free.
Besides that, the flying magic tool Ying Song had previously controlled, the Black Cloud Pouch, had also become Fang Xi's spoils of war.
"Overall, not bad."
"But the real haul is still that expert from the Kou Family..."
Fang Xi picked up the storage bag of the Kou Family's third brother. This bag was clearly much more refined.
Not only was it exquisite, but the magic-power imprint on it was also extremely powerful.
Fang Xi spent a full five or six hours before barely grinding it