"These things carry the aura of the undead. They can't be used."
Gui Yan's voice rang out in his sea of consciousness the moment he saw those items.
Clearly, she had made thorough preparations and had been watching the changes outside at all times.
What she did not know was—
Even if those things had not carried the aura of the undead, Qin Shaofeng would not have thought much of them.
His advancement was different from that of ordinary people.
For his cultivation method, only by killing experts from the Mountain of Miracles could he improve himself in the best possible way.
Pills and the like were utterly useless to him.
"Junior Brother is a smart man. Surely there are some things your senior brothers need not spell out for you, right?" the young man said with a hearty laugh.
His eyes were filled with mockery.
They had done far too many things like this before.
Delivering cultivation resources to newly accepted junior brothers had always been the perfect chance for them to make a fortune.
At this moment, he naturally did not feel the slightest thing was not right or improper.
Their expressions were simply far too obvious.
Qin Shaofeng merely glanced at them before releasing his hands.
Crack!
A series of porcelain bottles shattering rang out.
Quite a few strange objects resembling pills, though they truly could not be called pills, along with spiritual liquids and other items unique to the Three Continents, all fell to the ground.
Although things such as crystals were not affected—
He had no intention of letting the matter end there.
He actually stepped forward and viciously stomped on the pills, crystals, and other items that had not yet been completely ruined.
After several successive crack, crack stomps, he truly ground everything into