The two sides in the earlier melee had numbered nearly a hundred. Nearly twenty of the Devil Race had died, which meant the Human Race would get their spoils. At Ling Tian's request, Fang Gang handed over all the medicinal ingredients, pill recipes, and cultivation manuals.
After a quick tally, Ling Tian found that there were more than a dozen pill recipes alone, seven or eight of which he had never seen before. There were also more than a dozen cultivation manuals, and countless medicinal ingredients. It was quite a haul.
"Haha, Ling Tian, the value of these medicinal ingredients alone far exceeds that of your immortal pills, to say nothing of the pill recipes and cultivation manuals." Po Qiong's voice rang out in Ling Tian's mind, brimming with excitement.
"Yeah, it's almost as good as winning that bet against Li Huo." Ling Tian was excited too.
"Ling Tian, from now on, whenever you need something, just join one of these teams," Po Qiong said, egging him on. "Heh, robbing other cultivators is the fastest way to get rich!"
"It's not as if things are always this convenient. I was just lucky this time. I can't exactly reveal my strength and identity in front of outsiders, can I?" Ling Tian replied, exasperated. He knew what Po Qiong was about to say and hurriedly cut him off. "Forget it. It wouldn't be wise for me to act alone either. Who knows if my opponents have left avatars behind in their sects?"
Po Qiong's idea was simple: have Ling Tian act alone and strike whenever he encountered a suitable opponent. With strength comparable to a Profound Immortal, Ling Tian could easily wipe out a team like Fang Gang's, then plunder everything they had.
Ling Tian didn't want to do that, though. Aside