Zhang Yang had aged at least eighty years in that short span, leaving him haggard. That was the consequence of using the Gold Meridian Sword Core three times in succession.
When Qian Muyun came running over, he stopped dozens of meters away.
"We can rest here for a quarter of an hour."
"No need!"
Zhang Yang shook his head. Time was precious. He had to trust Qian Muyun without doubt.
"Aren't you afraid I'll swallow it all? After all, this is five hundred kilograms of Profound Gold. There might even be Soul Stones inside, or perhaps Soul Jade."
"I believe that, to you, the Profound-tier Demonic Language is more valuable. Of course, I'm not without the ability to protect myself. At worst, we'll perish together. That much is still possible." Zhang Yang spoke calmly.
"Haha, a clever man. Actually, I was more afraid you'd misunderstand and suddenly send a Sealing Sword Aura at me from the shadows. I couldn't withstand that. To be honest, I misjudged you. You actually opened the nine great heavenly meridians of sword cultivators. Tsk tsk, no wonder you're confident enough to establish a sect."
Qian Muyun gave a strange laugh before stepping forward and taking out several paper figures. He blew on them, and they came alive in the wind, carrying away Ghost Duke's corpse—or rather, it shouldn't be called a corpse, because this thing had never been a living being. It was a puppet construct made from precious Profound Gold and Soul Jade. Thus, once it was killed, all that remained was precious material.
"I still have some Earth Pills for healing. Do you want them?"
"No need. Let's depart as soon as possible." Zhang Yang shook his head slightly. His severe injuries were actually nothing to worry about. By tomorrow, one standard unit