Where Profit Goes, the Crowd Follows

The judgment in the hall was quickly decided.

With a proper pretext, these united cultivators naturally cast off all restraints.

"Begin the search. Don't overlook any place that might hold a problem."

Each sect had cultivators leading their own teams, so they each took their people to conduct the searches.

After all that commotion, the noisy hall instead fell abruptly silent.

Huai Jin True Person sat with his eyes closed, resting his mind. Qiu Yu True Person wore a stern expression, while Ye Xiu casually flipped through a scroll of documents. Qiu Yu True Person found the thing familiar—it seemed to be one of his sect's recorded archives.

They had not originally kept such things, but the Alliance had demanded it with such force that they had made perfunctory records.

When cultivators set out to do something, their efficiency was quite impressive.

Especially when those taking action were the elites of every sect, results naturally came swiftly.

"True Person, this is the Spirit Grain we found in the city!"

"We found something in the west of the city as well!"

"There are wrecked spirit guns in the south of the city. They have clearly been dealt with."

Before long, people began arriving one after another with their so-called evidence.

Qiu Yu True Person's face grew increasingly grim.

These cultivators had not even bothered with the most basic disguise when they acted. They claimed to be searching for evidence, but in truth, they had simply begun looting outright.

By the time they reached the hall, some were even stuffing items into their robes while casually tossing out a few scraps as an afterthought.

As for the so-called evidence?

Scattered Spirit Grain, broken spirit guns, storage pouches—some people even carried severed heads into the hall, brazenly declaring that the deceased had possessed