Lin Chang'an returned to Blazing Snow City. Quite a few cultivators were shocked when they learned of his ambush.
But in a war of this magnitude, it hardly warranted mention.
The cultivation world had never lacked people willing to risk their lives for an opportunity and stake everything on one desperate gamble. Such people often created miracles.
Yet just as often, no one ever saw the heaps of bones left behind by those who failed.
"Master, didn't we agree that I'd keep them occupied while your clone looted the market? Why is there so little?"
After they returned to the cave abode in Blazing Snow City, Jin Feng stared wide-eyed at the spoils being divided, looking thoroughly aggrieved.
Jin Feng even suspected that his master lacked experience and had failed to loot the place clean. Had the task been left to Jin Feng, the haul would have been at least twice as large.
"You really are greedy. Even this isn't enough for you!"
Lin Chang'an laughed in exasperation.
"It was only an outpost, not a stockpile of supplies. How could there have been that much wealth? Besides, the man had only returned to the rear to recover from his injuries."
Looking at Jin Feng's aggrieved expression, Lin Chang'an shook his head helplessly, then took out the storage bag looted from the cultivator he had killed.
"He was a cultivator of the Thousand Mechanism Sect. The most valuable thing he had was this puppet. There weren't many other treasures.
"Here, take these two spiritual treasures and stop complaining."
Once the two fifth-rank spiritual treasures were in hand, Jin Feng immediately beamed and nodded repeatedly in satisfaction.
"Don't worry, Master. Leave any good jobs like this to me in the future. I'll handle them beautifully for you."
While Jin Feng looked satisfied,