Dawn was only just breaking, and the deathly silence had receded.
By then, Du En had finished stewing the leopard meat and left it on the cart. Then he began searching the corpses, feeling them over.
After a while.
"Pretty average."
Du En looked at the pile of Spirit Stones before him and couldn't help thinking that.
There was nothing else—only glittering Spirit Stones.
"Could this be the aftermath of the Evil Cultivator incident? Seeing how terrified the gang leader was, I'd guess he forced everyone else to convert all their 'miscellaneous items'—things that could be turned into cash but had no obvious use for the time being—into Spirit Stones, then stored them on his person?"
That was the guess he came up with.
Because this haul of Spirit Stones was actually quite substantial!
The Green Robe Gang leader alone had contributed thirty Mid-grade Spirit Stones, stuffing them tightly into every part of his stomach and intestines. Du En had no idea how he had endured that degree of foreign-body sensation day after day, much less how he had normally eaten.
The other hall leaders only had Low-grade Spirit Stones. Each person had very few, but together they amounted to quite a lot—2,345 of them.
A huge fortune!
Du En bundled them up and found a place to bury them in the wasteland nearby.
There were simply too many. Carrying them on him or hiding them at home would both be unsuitable.
Therefore, hiding them around this wasteland, where strangers normally wouldn't dare approach, was the best option.
As for how to use them, Du En already had an idea.
Once the timing was right, he could ask Ren Li, who had connections, to purchase some good things unavailable at the Shack District's trading post!
Spirit Stones were good, but