Hoo hoo hoo!
Lu Xuanji panted lightly.
Only after the powerful enemy had been slain did he finally let out a breath and cast off the tension and unease in his heart.
Now that the pressure was gone, he felt exhausted to the bone.
Not only was he exhausted, but the true qi in his body was less than twenty percent of its peak.
But there was no time to rest. Lu Xuanji waved a hand and retrieved the storage bag, carefully examining it. Inside were ten volumes of Dao scriptures, five thousand spirit stones, three thousand jin of spirit rice, and various clothes, materials, and other items.
He directly took the ten volumes of Dao scriptures and the five thousand spirit stones, putting them into his pocket. He put away the three thousand jin of spirit rice and discarded the remaining items where they were.
Then he activated the Spirit Fire Technique. Flames blazed, burning Wu Quanwen's corpse, clothes, storage bag, and everything else.
After ten breaths, Wu Quanwen's corpse had vanished, leaving behind a pile of ash on the ground.
Another gust of wind swept over, scattering it into heaven and earth until it vanished without a trace.
Thus, he destroyed the corpse and erased all evidence, leaving not a single trace behind.
His figure flashed, and Lu Xuanji disappeared.
Three days later, a youth and a middle-aged man appeared here. Though the youth walked in front, the middle-aged man followed behind him.
This youth was none other than the Wu Family Patriarch.
"Patriarch, two days ago, the elder guarding the Hall of Elders discovered that Elder Wu Quanwen's soul lamp had gone out. It seemed that he had encountered a powerful enemy and been slain. At the time, Elder Wu Quanwen had been stationed at Bei