Medicinal Pill, An Unexpected Joy

Inside the house.

Fan Xingwei stared with wide eyes, watching the scene in shock.

"Dead?"

"Brother Zhang... he actually wasn't his match?"

His mind went blank, and he rubbed his eyes frantically.

Yet, what was happening outside was real. As a newcomer, He An had actually counter-killed Zhang Yongda, who was in the Muscle Condensing Realm.

"This... I must be dreaming!"

Fan Xingwei slapped himself twice, only to find his face stinging with heat.

This was no dream!

"Am I destined to die today??" Fan Xingwei muttered with a mournful expression.

After pulling his gaze away, he collapsed onto the floor, his eyes unfocused.

"Heaven wants me dead!" He closed his eyes in despair.

On the other side.

After finishing off Zhang Yongda, He An's gaze was icy, and he felt immensely relieved.

Immediately, he didn't linger for long. He crouched down and began to search Zhang Yongda's body.

This wasn't necrophilia.

It was looting a corpse.

In the phrase "kill and loot," the important part wasn't the killing.

It was the looting!!

However, after searching him from head to toe, his expression instantly fell.

Aside from some loose silver, there was nothing left on Zhang Yongda.

Is this right?

He An felt indignant and kicked Zhang Yongda's corpse twice.

"Poor bastard!"

If only he didn't want to waste the effort of crouching down.

He even wanted to give Zhang Yongda two hard slaps across the face.

However, adhering to the principle of not letting anything go to waste, He An still gathered up the bits of silver.

At this moment.

His previous injuries suddenly flared up.

So painful!

He An immediately winced, his face contorting in agony.

He hadn't noticed it while he was in the heat of the moment.

The attacks he had taken while feigning weakness during the fight with Zhang Yongda.

They had actually caused him such severe injuries!

"You dog, you won't even let me rest after you're dead."

He kicked Zhang Yongda's corpse once more before staggering toward the house.

Bang.

The dilapidated door was kicked open.

Fan Xingwei's eyes snapped open; his heart really couldn't take much more after the day he'd had.

Unlike the first time.

He knelt down extremely quickly this time.

"Brother, I'm blind. I didn't see anything."

"If you let me go, I'll do whatever you want!"

"Whatever I want?"

A strange look appeared on He An's face.

Seeing He An staring at him, Fan Xingwei felt a chill run down his spine.

He silently pulled his clothes tighter and clenched his buttocks even more firmly.

He gritted his teeth.

"Anything!!"

He An's mouth twitched.

Is this guy out of his mind?!

Even if he were desperate, he wouldn't go so far as to have designs on a man.

Suppressing the urge to beat him to death, He An plopped down onto the ground.

"Rest assured, I am not a serial killer, nor will I lay a hand on you."

"I was injured just now and am unable to dispose of that corpse myself."

"Bury the body thoroughly before Brother Sun and the others return, so that no one discovers it, and I will give you a chance to live."

"Otherwise..."

He An sneered, the implication clear without needing to be said.

"I'll go right now."

Seeing that he could still live, Fan Xingwei nodded repeatedly. He scrambled out of the room in a panic, dragged Zhang Yongda's corpse into the nearby woods, and began to dig with heavy, labored breaths.

Seeing this, He An let out a long sigh of relief.

However, his expression quickly turned grave once more.

To him, Zhang Yongda was dead, but that wasn't enough; at the very least, Zhang Yongda was not the person who deserved to die the most.

The one who deserved to die the most was Meng Cao.

But Meng Cao was an expert who had reached Entering the Ranks, and he was also a Clerk of the Town Martial Division.

With his current strength, wanting to make a move against Meng Cao was nothing short of a pipe dream.

Even if he were to launch a sneak attack, he would still be no match for the man.

The only thing that brought him a modicum of comfort was that, given his talent, reaching Entering the Ranks would not be a difficult task.

Six months at the earliest, a year at the latest.

As long as there were no accidents along the way.

He believed that he would certainly be able to reach Entering the Ranks.

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By then, even the Meng Family would not dare to act against him so recklessly.

As for Meng Cao.

He An sneered and muttered to himself, "The day I reach Entering the Ranks will be the day you lose your life."

A moment later.

The dilapidated house returned to silence.

He An narrowed his eyes, his mind occupied with the events of the day.

"Salvation Cult?"

"They clearly escaped, so why didn't they leave Fangcheng? Instead, they caused a commotion within the city and hid in this run-down house."

"Could it be... that they were waiting for someone?"

Everything that had just transpired began to surface in He An's mind, and his gaze began to sweep across his surroundings.

This dilapidated house had been uninhabited for a long time.

It was desolate inside.

If not for those scoundrels having stayed here, the dust would likely have been three layers thick.

Even now, looking from afar, it was still covered in dust.

Suddenly.

He An noticed something unusual.

From his vantage point, he could see into the partially open door.

In the corner, two or three floorboards were incredibly clean, as if someone had swept them.

If that were all, it would be one thing, but there were also a few scattered footprints around them.

"There's something there!"

He An was instantly alert.

Having worked in the Criminal Prison for so long.

He had gained some understanding of such people.

He knew very well that before these criminals were thrown into prison.

Whenever they had the chance, they would find a place to hide their belongings.

Be it silver, martial arts manuals, or other precious items.

Mo Caihe was a prime example of this.

He did not doubt for a second that these members of the Salvation Cult would be any exception.

Knowing that they would likely be captured, they would never carry anything valuable on their persons, choosing instead to hide them in a concealed location.

If they managed to escape, they would wait for the heat to die down.

Then, they would return to retrieve their belongings!

In this way, even if they were caught, they would lose nothing.

Relying on the hidden items, they could even trade for better treatment.

Thinking of this.

He An forced himself to stand up and slowly walked over to the wooden planks.

Thump, thump.

He knocked on the planks, and a hollow sound echoed out.

"There's a Secret Compartment!"

He An felt a surge of excitement. He looked around and realized there was no one else nearby; Fan Xingwei was still outside digging a pit to bury the corpses.

Following that.

He hurriedly opened the Secret Compartment.

A Jade Bottle came into view.

Along with it was a Banknote worth one hundred taels.

He An did not examine them closely. He tucked the items away and hurriedly sat back in his original spot.

Before leaving.

He did not forget to restore the area to its original state, until there was not the slightest sign of anything unusual.

Sitting on the ground, He An suppressed the excited twitch of his lips.

He looked outside and, seeing that no one had returned, carefully took out the Jade Bottle.

He peered into the bottle.

He saw several round objects hidden inside.

"Are these Medicinal Pills?"

He An was incredibly excited.

He had once read in a book that Medicinal Pills were refined from various Spirit Herbs and Spirit Medicines.

Each Medicinal Pill contained powerful medicinal properties.

For a Martial Artist, Medicinal Pills were an excellent choice for increasing their strength.

Because Medicinal Pills were expensive and extremely rare, even his older brother, a Martial Artist in the Muscle Condensing Realm, had never taken one—not even the lowest grade.

Ordinary people could only rely on their own cultivation to improve their strength.

But now, he had actually obtained Medicinal Pills, and several of them at that.

He An's breathing became rapid.

"I'm rich!!"

The bottle stopper popped open in response.

The rich medicinal scent instantly drilled into He An's nose.

"It really is a Medicinal Pill."

"With such a potent scent, the grade of these Medicinal Pills is definitely not low."

At this moment, there was only one thought in He An's mind.

Hide them.

I must hide them.

I cannot let anyone find out.