Above the great river, the last glow of sunset was fading.
Ji Yuan withdrew his gaze, ignoring Ying Ning, who was crouched on a snake skeleton and poking at its skull.
Instead, he took the Storage Bag he had lifted from the jackal hound demon's waist out of his sleeve.
His Divine Sense slipped inside, and his brows rose slightly.
The first thing he sensed was a section of Soul-Nourishing Wood.
The trunk was thick enough to require one person's arms to encircle it and roughly half a zhang long. Sap at the cut end had long since hardened into amber crystals, and it gave off a deep, lingering pulse of soul power.
Five thousand years old.
It was not the Ten-Thousand-Year Soul-Nourishing Wood he had originally wanted, but there was a great deal of it—nearly half a main trunk. It would last Dong Qian a long time.
Next came a row of Demon Cores.
Ji Yuan swept his Divine Sense over them, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Eight.
Eight Fifth-Order Demon Cores in all.
Six were dark green throughout, their surfaces covered in fine, scale-like patterns. Within them, tiny phantom lizards could faintly be seen moving soundlessly—Demon Cores from Poison Forest Lizards.
They were in excellent condition, clearly removed from the bodies only recently. The demonic power inside them remained remarkably active.
The other two carried mixed auras. They had likely come from other demons this group had killed earlier.
Eight Demon Cores, six of them from Poison Forest Lizards.
Together with the Frost Wolf Demon Core he had obtained from Frostfang, that made nine Fifth-Order Demon Cores.
Ji Yuan's expression did not stir, but inwardly, he was delighted.
Back on the Kunwu Continent, a single Fifth-Order Demon Core could make Spirit Transformation Cultivators fight until their heads bled.