Because of Lan Shi'er, Jiang Ping An had considered himself part of Kunpeng Island.
Now, it seemed he had been flattering himself.
Not everyone valued him as much as that girl Lan Shi'er did.
From now on, he would have nothing to do with Kunpeng Island.
Jiang Ping An picked up the Wine Gourd and took another swig, steadying himself.
He took out the Immortal Lord corpses from earlier, opened the worlds within their bodies, and sorted through the resources inside.
Apart from a few Immortal Lord-grade Immortal Soldiers, there was nothing else of value among them.
Those Immortal Lords had already used their useful pills and talismans in battle. What remained was all low-grade.
As for precious arts such as immortal arts and Divine Arts, those were inherited secrets. There would be no copies lying around.
Still, all those odds and ends together could fetch a fair amount of money.
Once he had finished sorting them, Jiang Ping An extracted the souls lingering in the corpses and read their memories, hoping to find a worthwhile Divine Art.
As he read, his expression gradually darkened.
He had thought only Centipede Island and Walrus Island had taken part in this attempt to surround and kill him. Only after reading their memories did he learn that Xu Qinglan of the Godship Remnant Clan had also helped set it in motion.
Xu Qinglan wanted him dead, and so did Centipede Island and Walrus Island. The two sides had joined forces against him and the people of Kunpeng Island.
Jiang Ping An clenched his fists, a cold gleam flashing in his purple-gold eyes.
He would remember this debt. One day, he would repay it a hundredfold.
For now, though, he had no power to retaliate. Xu Qinglan did not stand alone. As the hope