Xu Changqing casually waved his hand, sending out a fierce gust that instantly reduced the five charred corpses to countless fine specks of dust, erasing the last trace of them.
Then, with three soft thuds, three small storage bags fell to the ground.
Xu Changqing opened his right hand and snatched them through the air. After forcibly wiping away the remaining imprints, he swept them with his spiritual sense, and the corner of his mouth twitched at once. "What exactly was I expecting?"
Five people, three small storage bags.
That alone revealed just how poor they were.
If they had truly been wealthy, they would not have come to the Black Forest to kill and rob others.
Sure enough, apart from a few incomplete cultivation techniques and spells, the storage bags contained only low-quality pills and resources needed for daily use. That was all.
It could be said that this further deepened Xu Changqing's stereotype of Rogue Cultivators.
Of course, while the contents were nothing special, the storage bags themselves were still worth something.
So he did not throw them away. He put them away, summoned Shattered Moon, Falling Frost, and shot into the sky, speeding toward the Immortal Sect.
There were no mishaps along the way, and he returned home without a hitch.
Yet to his surprise, someone was waiting outside his door.
Xu Changqing looked surprised. "Senior Brother Ling Bi?"
Li Lingbi smiled faintly and teased, "Back from Fragrant Invitation Pavilion?"
Xu Changqing was thoroughly embarrassed and countered, "You knew about that too?"
Li Lingbi nodded lightly. "It wasn't exactly a secret. Cousin and Chu Qiu both mentioned it."
Xu Changqing decisively changed the subject. "Did you need something, Senior Brother?"
Li Lingbi said, "There are two main matters.
First, we are not going to the Return-to-Ruins Secret