As the azure Primordial Spirit shattered, it dissolved into a skyful of luminous rain.
The black mist and baleful yin energy filling the room slowly subsided along with it.
They returned to the girl's body.
Jiang Yuechu looked indifferent. Without so much as glancing at the spiritual radiance dissipating in midair, she turned and walked straight toward Cangxuan True Person's ruined body.
The young disciple accompanying him had long since been scared out of his wits by this sudden turn of events.
Deathly pale, he lay slumped amid the shattered wood, his eyes filled with terror.
"Don't... don't kill me..."
Jiang Yuechu kept her gaze straight ahead, ignoring him entirely.
She bent down, seized Cangxuan True Person by the collar, and stuffed him into the Void-Containing Pouch at her waist.
Only after doing all this did she slowly turn her head.
Her gaze fell on the young disciple, and she casually brought her palm down.
His skull shattered instantly. The young man died without even a groan.
Expressionless, Jiang Yuechu put him into the pouch as well.
Though these two had little cultivation, they still came from one of the twenty-five orthodox lineages.
Their belongings surely could not be too shabby.
Great Tang was now like a hungry infant crying to be fed, short of clothing and food.
Even if she had no use for these pills and magical treasures, leaving them to replenish Great Tang's treasury would be good.
Jiang Yuechu turned back and saw that everyone was still standing there in a daze.
She waved a hand, looking bored. "We've sent this lot off. On to the next."
"..."
Wang Ziyu rolled his eyes in exasperation.
Right.
Sent them off.
She really had meant that in the most literal sense.
Straight off to meet the King of Hell.