Cutting Weeds Means Uprooting Them! Inside a Small Alley!
Looking at the several bodies on the ground, Chen An's gaze flickered. Then he walked over and began looting them.
"Broke bastards!"
He first searched the five Blood Demon Sect assassins from earlier, only to find less than a thousand yuan crystals and some miscellaneous low-grade medicinal powders. Chen An silently cursed his bad luck.
But on second thought, it seemed normal enough.
After all, these people were merely brainwashed low-level followers of the Blood Demon Sect, willing to offer up even their lives to the sect at any time.
Besides, who carried a pile of yuan crystals when they went out to kill someone?!
At last, he turned his gaze to Huang Baichuan, the Blood Demon Sect incense master who had died with his eyes still wide open.
This Blood Demon Sect incense master truly did not disappoint him. He actually had a Sumeru bag on him.
Since Huang Baichuan was dead, Chen An easily erased the mark inside the Sumeru bag and opened it.
"Not bad. As expected of a Blood Demon Sect incense master—far richer than those poor bastards!"
A glance at the bag's contents revealed over a million yuan crystals, dozens of Yellow-rank and Profound-rank weapons, a heap of Yellow-rank and Profound-rank pills, and more than a dozen cultivation arts spanning the Yellow, Profound, and Earth ranks.
"Return-to-Origin True Art, Wind-Rending Sky-Piercing Leg, Raging Waves Furious Sea Blade—one low-grade Earth-rank cultivation art and two low-grade Earth-rank martial skills!"
"Not bad. Once I deduce them later, I can trade them for some more yuan crystals!"
Chen An nodded slightly and transferred all the useful items from the Sumeru bag into his own. As for the useless things, he tossed them all onto the ground.
After finishing his looting,