Zhou Yang's worries had not been without reason.
Just as Chen Pingzhi reached out to take the Storage Bag from the skeleton's waist, the skeleton, whose head had been hanging limp, suddenly raised its head with a creaking "crack, crack" and looked at him.
Then... there was no then.
With a casual wave of his hand, Chen Pingzhi sent the skeleton's head flying. The Storage Bag on its body, along with the earth-yellow artifact robe it wore, all became his possessions.
He weighed the two Storage Bags in his hand. Seeing that Zhou Yang's expression outside the door was somewhat off, he understood why after a moment's thought and said with a smile:
"Young Friend Zhou, there is no need for surprise. The tales of cultivators leaving behind means to harm others after death simply cannot occur with cultivators below the Golden Core Stage. That skeleton moved just now only because of a lingering breath of resentment from its former life. It could perhaps frighten ordinary mortals, but any Qi Refining Cultivator could smash it until not even dregs remained!"
"It was this junior who lacked experience and made a fool of himself before you, Senior." Zhou Yang gave a self-mocking smile, feeling that he had indeed been overthinking things earlier.
As the old saying went: believing every word in a book was worse than having no books at all.
He had read too many strange tales and anecdotes from the Cultivation World, and so he had automatically cast this ordinary cave dwelling expedition as one of those ventures where senior cultivators explored the devilish nest of some Golden Core fiend or the immortal estate of a Nascent Soul mighty figure. Everywhere he looked, he felt great danger might be lurking.
Yet in truth, for the cave dwelling of a