Chen Changqing put the Cyan-Splitting Ring into the Heaven-Stepping Ring, then removed True Lord Li's storage ring.
There were quite a few things inside.
Three Ten-Thousand-Year Yin Marrow Ganoderma, a Jade Slip, several bottles of pills, and more than a dozen miscellaneous items.
A True Lord's family fortune was indeed far richer than that of a Tribulation Transcendence cultivator.
Rujie watched with envy.
Chen Changqing took out a bottle of healing pills and tossed it to him.
"Yours."
Rujie caught it, opened it, and sniffed it. His face split into a grin.
"Holy Son Chen is generous. The blood this humble monk spilled just now was not shed in vain."
"Keep making noise, and I'll deduct half."
Rujie tucked the pills into his robes.
"This humble monk will shut up."
Si Youyou looked at True Lord Li's corpse and gently shook the Jade Bell.
"Bait for reaching Heavenly Monarch... it really is deadly."
Bai Wuya said, "Since the Nether Sect dared to bring it out, it means they have something in their hands."
Chen Changqing turned to look at Ming Jiuyou.
The Nether Sect's young master stood behind the Formation Flags, the Yin energy before him already withdrawn by more than half.
He no longer carried that oppressive bearing from before.
Yet he still stood perfectly straight.
Ming Jiuyou spoke. "Chen Changqing, by killing True Lord Li, you've already made a True Lord into your enemy."
Rujie could not help but cut in. "The man is already dead. Where is this enemy? At his grave?"
Ming Jiuyou ignored him.
He stared at Chen Changqing. "If I die here, everyone in the Nether Sect will hunt you down. Mount Shu may protect you for a time, but it cannot protect you forever."
Chen Changqing let the Heavenly Thunder Sword hang at