Chou Song fought his way out of the forest, originally planning to find someone for help, but he was completely drained of strength.
He stepped into empty air, fell from a high place, landed on his head, and actually kicked the bucket just like that.
Even Jiang Siming hadn't expected Chou Song to die like that. He'd planned to watch for a day and see how effective the Berserk Pill was.
He hadn't expected him to die so soon. What a waste.
Still, it was a good thing he was dead. That saved Jiang Siming the trouble of keeping watch.
Jiang Siming didn't need to bother with his corpse. He burned the corpses of the several disciples in the forest, then considered the job done and returned to the hotel to rest.
As for Chou Song's corpse, someone would deal with it tomorrow. They'd only think an elderly, unmarried man had accidentally fallen to his death. It had nothing to do with him.
The next day, the Phoenix Mountain exchange gathering began, but Jiang Siming had lost all interest.
He discovered that the long-awaited gathering of Hidden Cultivators was a huge disappointment.
His level was simply beyond what the Hidden Cultivator faction could compare with. Whether it was the Heavenly Pills or other Elixirs they traded, Jiang Siming had no interest in them at all.
They were all less than a tenth as effective as even the pills produced from fragments. Watching them trade this and that here was less worthwhile than going home and playing a couple of games. He might even get all kinds of pills that way.
Even the grudges and enmities between them had become utterly boring. They were all people at the Black Grade or Yellow Grade fighting each other, setting up an arena to