In the distance, Xuan Hu came toward them with three enormous, fiery-red eggs in his arms.
Ye Lin took the gallbladder from the other Flame Python and put it in his Spatial Ring, then handed the two Demon Cores to Xuan Hu.
Seeing the two Demon Cores before him, Xuan Hu froze. He'd assumed Ye Lin would take them all. He hadn't expected him to leave the most precious items for him.
"Th-this... don't you need them?"
Xuan Hu put the three enormous eggs into his Spatial Ring and couldn't help asking.
The Demon Cores of a mid-Golden Core and a peak-Golden Core beast were worth at least a dozen or twenty Mid-grade Spirit Stones combined.
That was a tremendous fortune.
"No. I already took the gallbladder. These are yours."
As he spoke, Ye Lin placed the Demon Cores in Xuan Hu's hand.
Looking at the Demon Cores in his palm, Xuan Hu's heart stirred, as though something had been touched deep inside him.
He was an orphan. From childhood onward, he'd survived all by himself. As a boy, he'd learned to steal just to get something to eat.
Whenever he was caught, a beating and a scolding were inevitable.
When he grew up, a powerful cultivator passing through Nameless Mountain discovered his talent for cultivation and his Mid-Tier Spirit Root. The cultivator brought him to Nameless Mountain and tossed him into the Outer Sect.
After telling him only that he was now a disciple of Nameless Mountain, the cultivator left on his own.
From the moment he'd entered the cultivation world until now, he'd met many people. Without exception, they'd stop at nothing to get their hands on resources.
Back when he was still at the Qi Refining stage, he'd been willing to kill for a single Low-Tier Spirit