On the way back to Mist Island, Ji Yuan had already begun sorting through Yue Zhu and Wang Shan's Storage Bags.
There was nothing much in Wang Shan's Storage Bag. Her only Dharma Tool was that one Flying Boat, and aside from that, there were just over twenty Spirit Stones. There were quite a lot of various women's clothes, though.
There were also some Cultivation Pills meant to liven things up.
At a glance, she clearly wasn't a proper person.
So Ji Yuan burned the clothes, but kept the pills. Who knew when they might produce some special effect?
But even if they did, they would be used on someone else. Ji Yuan himself certainly had no use for them.
As someone who practiced Body Refining, why would he need such things?
Yue Zhu's Storage Bag, by contrast, was a treasure trove. Ji Yuan guessed that the entire Yue Household's wealth was stored inside it.
Thinking about it carefully, Yue Zhu was the head of the Yue Household. It wasn't impossible.
There were ten Middle-Grade Spirit Stones alone. Converted into Low-Grade Spirit Stones, that was a full thousand. The bastard really was filthy rich.
There were also two or three hundred Low-Grade Spirit Stones.
There weren't many Dharma Tools. The Bronze Armor he wore for protection was a High-Grade Magical Artifact.
Although it had been slightly damaged by Explosive Charge, Ji Yuan still planned to wear it himself. He would put it beneath his protective ritual robe, using the robe's outer appearance as a disguise while adding another layer of protection.
As for protective artifacts, Ji Yuan wished he could arm himself to the teeth.
If he truly encountered some life-or-death crisis...
Then even if he no longer had enough spiritual energy to control his artifacts, the artifacts' innate defensive