Whoosh!
Xia Ping waved his hand, immediately collecting all the gold, silver, and jewels on the ground into his storage space. He left nothing valuable behind; the ground was completely bare.
But they had no plans to leave the stronghold yet. It was already late, so they decided to spend the night there and return to Novice Village first thing the next morning.
The children were tired, and they soon curled up in the bandits' former rooms and fell fast asleep.
Xia Ping, however, left the room and went to an open space outside. He was full of energy; even if he went ten days and nights without sleep, he would be fine.
"Right, I might as well use this time to master the Yang God Fist." Xia Ping rubbed his chin. He decided to use the system to learn this Saint-level fist technique and increase his strength.
The system's voice immediately rang out: "Mastering the Saint-level fist technique Yang God Fist will cost three hundred million Hate Points."
What?!
Hearing this, Xia Ping was startled. He had known that mastering a Saint-level fist technique would be extremely expensive, but he still hadn't expected it to cost three hundred million Hate Points. That was an astronomical sum.
But after thinking it over, he gritted his teeth and learned it anyway. Hate Points weren't much use just sitting there. Using them to increase his strength was the right choice; otherwise, they were just worthless paper.
Rumble!
The next second, the system deducted three hundred million Hate Points. He had only three hundred and thirty million left. At once, a warm current flowed into Xia Ping's mind.
"So this is the Yang God Fist?!"
Xia Ping stood still and discovered a figure in his mind, demonstrating the fist technique. It was grand