Fishermen's evening songs rang out along the banks of the Qiantang.
Darkness fell early in early spring, and with a little rain as well, the sky had already turned somewhat gray before five in the afternoon.
Of course.
It might also have been because the bloodshed in Lin'an had yet to fade.
The entire area lay shrouded in a murderous chill.
The river rolled onward, and the little boat rocked gently as waves lapped against it.
This was quite a haul.
It's just that the Withering-and-Flourishing Martial Saint intervened too quickly. There was no time to convert the spirituality of the momentum dispersing through the Void, only enough to collect the true intent of the divine abilities.
Jiang Jingnian sat immovable as a mountain at the bow, sorting through the spoils in his Storage Bag. Earlier, just after his rebirth amid the precious radiance, he had dug the Storage Bag out of the riverbed, where it had been buried beneath an aura of Moonlight Essence. Of course, unless they're competitors on the same path, the conversion rate of their momentum's spirituality is very low anyway. There are still too few Lunar Phase Grandmasters around.
Even if I kill Grandmasters on other paths, the improvement to my momentum is extremely limited. After all, even under normal conditions, my momentum far surpasses that of most in the Third Heaven.
Still, even if it can't improve my momentum, killing so many Grandmasters has raised my Life Essence again. I should count as a Child of Fortune now. But for me, fortune is always just a trial pass. After I devour large quantities of special items, it'll fall back down again.
At that thought, Jiang Jingnian silently took his Storage Ring out of the bag and put it back on his finger.
Then he