Zhou Qi watched the figure vanish into the distance, inwardly giving him endless praise.
The chosen one of fate truly lived up to his name.
He stopped thinking about it and walked toward the old shopkeeper.
The old man's head was still covered in swollen lumps, and he remained unconscious.
Zhou Qi stepped forward and swung his blade. The man's head fell while he slept, sparing him any pain.
That old bastard was so practiced at this—he had definitely done this sort of thing more than once.
He used a cultivation method as bait, pocketed a batch of Spirit Stones, then took the method back afterward.
If his luck had not run out and he had not encountered the protagonist of another book, he would most likely have succeeded again this time.
That talisman of a high-level Foundation Establishment cultivator was no ordinary item.
There was very likely someone else behind that old bastard.
Zhou Qi bent down and searched the old man's body.
Ever since he had found over a hundred Spirit Stones on his second brother's body last time, he had developed the habit of looting corpses.
A small pouch lay tucked inside the old man's robes.
Zhou Qi took it out and opened it. Sure enough, it contained the fifty Mid-Grade Spirit Stones Xiao Huo had paid for the cultivation method earlier.
A faint smile appeared on Zhou Qi's face.
Murder and arson brought golden belts!
Just as expected.
At that moment, Zhou Qi heard a trace of commotion.
Dense footsteps and shouts were already approaching from afar.
"Over here! The disturbance came from this direction!"
"Quick! Go see what happened!"
It was the City Defense Army.
Zhou Qi cursed under his breath. Without lingering, his figure flashed as he vaulted over several ruined walls and disappeared