Phoenix Cry

His gaze then continued sweeping through the Storage Space.

Besides pills and spiritual herbs, there was also a huge pile of various Artifact Forging materials stacked in another corner.

There was crimson Fire Copper, dull Meteorite Iron, and ores glittering with starlight.

They were all metals or crystals that Qin Yan could not name at all, yet each emitted strange fluctuations.

Qin Yan knew little about Artifact Forging and could not accurately determine the grades or value of these materials.

But even with his toes, he could tell that anything collected by Feng Jin was far from ordinary!

The energy fluctuations emitted by some of the materials were even no weaker than those of fifth- or sixth-grade spiritual herbs.

"Not bad, not bad. Even if I can't use them myself, trading or selling them in the future will still bring a massive fortune."

Qin Yan nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, his gaze fell upon the Gauntlet Spirit Weapon.

He had personally experienced the power of this pair of gauntlets. They were indeed extraordinary.

Although he mainly used a spear, a Spirit Weapon like this would make an excellent bargaining chip, whether kept as a backup or exchanged in the future for something else he needed.

"What a haul..." Qin Yan let out a long breath, his heart filled with the joy of harvest and greater confidence for the future.

With a thought, he carefully put away Feng Jin's ring along with the Gauntlet Spirit Weapon on the ground.

"Let's go."

Little Black gently swayed its branches and followed close behind.

Xue Ye cast a complicated glance at the pile of ashes that symbolized Feng Jin's final existence, his heart turning cold.

A True King Descendant, ranked near the top of the Prodigy Ranking, had just... vanished completely.

Several meters away,