Over the next few days, a rumor about the Crow Bandit began spreading throughout the Desolate Forest.
They said that whenever a group finished hunting a Wasteland Beast, someone wearing a crow mask would suddenly appear and rob them.
Before anyone knew it, dozens of Desolate Sect disciples taking part in the Hunting Tournament had fallen victim to the bandit.
As word spread, those who had yet to be robbed grew fearful for their own safety and left the Desolate Forest one after another.
That night, in a secluded, relatively safe cave in the heart of the Desolate Forest...
Ye Yun sat grinning at a great pile of Storage Bags before him, almost beside himself with delight.
Ever since he had decided to rob others of their Wasteland Cores, he had used his strength and mobility to haunt the Desolate Forest like a ghost.
Whenever he sensed the ripples of a battle, he rushed over. The moment the fighting ended, he stripped the hunters of everything they had.
Ye Yun suppressed his excitement and began picking up the Storage Bags one by one, carefully taking stock of their contents.
It took him nearly two hours to finish counting everything in the dozens of bags.
Even Ye Yun was stunned by the tally.
The bags held a total of 224 Wasteland Cores, more than twenty million Low-Grade Spirit Stones, over six million Mid-Grade Spirit Stones, and more than two hundred thousand Superior Spirit Stones.
On top of that were pills, weapons, and other goods worth over ten million Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
The haul had made Ye Yun rich enough to rival a kingdom overnight. His purse, which had been growing steadily lighter since he arrived on the True Dragon Continent, was full again.
The windfall even tempted him to make a