Transformative Force

After killing, it was time to loot the bodies.

Cheng Yang crouched down and searched through the corpses of Ye Li and the other three.

Banknotes, Vigor Pills, several bottles of healing medicine, and various odds and ends were pulled from their robes one by one. After a thorough sweep, he had found more than a dozen Vigor Pills alone, not to mention all the miscellaneous items.

This truly was murder and treasure-snatching—a single haul had made him rich. He put away the banknotes and pills, then spent some time dragging the four corpses one by one to the swamp at the depths of Myriad Poison Ridge and shoving them into the mud.

Myriad Poison Ridge was home to poisonous insects and strange beasts. Before long, these corpses would be gnawed clean, reduced to a heap of bones that no one could identify.

Only after finishing all this did he finally relax. He dusted off his hands and returned to the Five Elements Sect by the way he had come.

Alchemy room.

Cheng Yang handed the jade box containing the Seven Baleful Blood Lotus to Alchemist Zhao.

Alchemist Zhao accepted the box and opened it for a look. The roots were intact and the petals undamaged, so he nodded and took out fifteen Vigor Pills from beneath the counter as payment, pushing them over.

Cheng Yang put away the pills. Added to the dozen or so he had looted from Ye Li and the others, the pill bottle in his robes suddenly became bulging.

More than thirty Vigor Pills were enough for him to charge into Transformative Force.

There were still six days until the sect's two-hundred-and-fiftieth anniversary celebration.

The deaths of Ye Li and Ye Shao ultimately caused some trouble.

Disciples from the Disciplinary Hall came to his door