"What?"
Hearing Aaron say this, and seeing him actually produce a storage pouch, the cultivator in a coarse robe immediately stepped forward, overjoyed.
Heaven has finally taken pity on me... this immortal opportunity has finally fallen into my hands.
His heart brimmed with wild joy. Seeing that his opponent was merely a mortal, he grew far too careless and boldly stepped forward, reaching to take the storage pouch from Aaron's hand.
Rumble!
The next instant, the cultivator seemed to see a blazing sun of blood and vitality rise from Aaron's body, and he froze for a moment.
Then Aaron moved with fleeting light and vanishing shadows, closing the distance in an instant as his palms struck out in rapid succession.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Countless palm winds infused with Force directly landed on the cultivator.
First his head and throat, then his chest, dantian, and other vital points...
Bai Shuixian's pretty face was streaked with tears. Then she saw the previously arrogant cultivator—who had subdued her with a single incantation—beaten to death by the uncle's flurry of palms. She froze outright, even forgetting to cry.
"What a poor bastard—he didn't even have a storage pouch!"
Aaron skillfully searched the corpse, then cursed, "Makes sense... only this sort of gutter mud in the cultivation world would turn their attention to women..."
Looking at the few spirit stones and one jade slip he had found—not even a single low-grade magical artifact among them—Aaron was left speechless.
"Handle the body first, then we'll leave."
He looked at Bai Shuixian and saw that she had merely been bound by the "Entangling Technique." Even if left alone, the vines would automatically wither once the spiritual power was exhausted. So he tossed her onto the carriage, buried the corpse, and drove away.
"Uncle... you?"
Bai Shuixian stared