A moment later, Lu Ye gathered the spoils and left, leaving behind two mangled corpses.
Even Spirit Stream Tier Four cultivators could not withstand three saber strikes from Lu Ye, let alone those at Spirit Stream Tier Three. Once Lu Ye had seized the initiative, their deaths had already been sealed.
This time, Lu Ye deliberately kept track. Every person he killed earned him three Merit points; two people meant six points. His Merit had now reached sixty-two!
That night, Lu Ye hid in a passage within the mountain to rest and recover. As usual, Yiyi and Big Tiger kept watch at both ends, lest someone intrude without them realizing it.
Over the course of the day, he had fought three battles and gained quite a bit. He had kept none of the spoils, exchanging them all with Mystic Gate cultivators for Spiritual Pills. He obtained more than twenty pills, eighty percent of them Spirit Nurturing Pills.
Compared to those spoils, Lu Ye felt that his greatest gain was the experience of fighting others. Since entering the Spirit Stream Battlefield, he had gone through several battles, but those battles had been spaced far apart. This time was different—he had fought one battle after another in a single day.
Such high-intensity combat not only allowed him to quickly examine his own shortcomings, but also enriched his combat techniques.
Cultivating behind closed doors could naturally not compare to fighting with real blades and real steel. Those were experiences bought with blood and wounds.
He had suffered some injuries, but none of them were serious.
Lu Ye first ate some dried meat to ease his hunger. Only after he had eaten and drunk his fill did he begin swallowing Spiritual Pills to replenish his depleted Spiritual Power.
During battle, he had frequently used