Changes in Empty Mountain Valley

"Dao Child, our hunt yielded another fine haul. These Spirit Guns brought from Yu Prefecture really were extraordinary. It's just a pity we're still unfamiliar with this region. If this had been near a Northern Province sect, our gains would have easily doubled several times over!"

Beside Luo Yunxi, an excited fellow disciple gestured animatedly with the corpse of a dead tiger demon in hand.

"Look, Dao Child. This Spirit Gun is powerful and focused. As long as you hit it right in the eye, not only can you kill it in one shot, you can even harvest a Southern Cloud Tiger pelt of such quality!"

The bloody stench had yet to fade from the demonic beast, and the cultivators before him had only just stepped down from the slaughtering grounds. When fighting opponents of the same realm, there was simply no way to maintain any so-called cultivator's poise.

Luo Yunxi looked at his fellow disciples. In the past, he had detested such unclean appearances the most. The education he had received told him that cultivators stood high above all others, that bearing was an essential grace of immortals, and that one who endlessly immersed himself in slaughter was no different from a beast.

Yet now that such a sight lay before him, he found it exceptionally pleasing.

"Good lad! I knew you could do it. Among all your fellow disciples, your eyes are the sharpest. I didn't suppress all those others for nothing when I gave you the best Spirit Gun."

Luo Yunxi reached out and patted the cultivator on the shoulder, making several traces of embarrassment rise on the other's face.

"You flatter me, Dao Child. It was all thanks to this Spirit Gun. If it had been that previous batch of equipment, I definitely couldn't have done