Killing for Treasure

Liu Qingqing stood rooted to the spot, the hand gripping her short sword trembling slightly.

She watched the young man slowly walk over, watched him lift a hand and beckon, and the storage pouches and magic artifacts on Long Aotian and Blood Bell Immortal automatically flew into his grasp. His movements were so practiced they looked as if he had done this hundreds upon thousands of times.

"Many thanks for saving my life, Senior!"

Liu Qingqing dropped to her knees with a thud, her voice trembling.

"This junior is Liu Qingqing of the Mystic Yin Sect, and I am willing to work like an ox or a horse for Senior..."

Her voice stopped short.

She lowered her head and looked at the section of sword point thrust into her heart, her eyes filled with bewilderment and disbelief.

"You..."

Zhou Qing pulled out the short sword. It was Liu Qingqing's own.

There was another crack on the blade, but it was sharp enough.

He had no time to play some chivalrous hero game with this woman.

Besides, he had also heard of the Mystic Yin Sect. It was full of evil cultivators who practiced crooked, left-path arts.

Zhou Qing had long since seen through his Yin Spirit the Karma and baleful qi staining Liu Qingqing's body. There had already been dozens of people who had died by her hand before this.

In the Age of Dharma's End, if one wanted to achieve success in cultivation...

Aside from those great sects and major schools, the rest of the smaller sects had more or less done some shameful things.

Liu Qingqing's corpse slumped softly to the ground, her eyes still open, reflecting the broken moon.

Zhou Qing put away the three storage pouches and the few magic artifacts that were barely worth looking