"Tut~"
Seeing the reward, Qin He could not help shaking his head.
It was a little far from what he had hoped for.
In Sin City, one High-grade Spirit Stone could be exchanged for roughly twenty to thirty low-grade spirit stones, depending on the market rate, and it could also be used for cultivation.
But to Qin He, this was not what he wanted.
Still, Qin He was not in a hurry. He did not know what had happened to him, and he could not rule out the possibility that after coming to this world, he had been suppressed by this world's Heavenly Dao laws.
He needed time to dispel it.
Since he was here, he might as well make the best of it. More importantly, he did not know whether the Divine Court of this realm had taken action against him.
If they had, then he needed to lie low all the more.
Sin City was quite good. It had everything here.
On the pyre, Cheng Dayuan's corpse gradually turned to ash. Qin He pulled his clothes tighter around himself, tossed the last bit of firewood into the flames, then took out another talisman and narrowed his eyes to rest.
He even needed sleep now. If he went too long without sleeping, he would feel exhausted.
Every three to five days or so, he had to catch a nap. Though it did not take long, for a cultivator, it was still an extremely dangerous thing.
The people of Sin City and the evils of the wilderness could turn into things that claimed lives at any moment.
Qin He's method was simple and direct: he held a talisman in his hand as a warning. This was what truly worked. It was called a Safety Talisman, capable of sensing Yin Energy,