Soon, his divine sense entered the blood-tinged Storage Bag.
"So many Spirit Stones!" Xu Yan exclaimed.
A small pile of Spirit Stones lay before him. A rough count put them at one or two thousand, including several Middle-Grade Spirit Stones.
"Quite a few cultivators must have died at his hands!" After a moment's thought, he deduced where these Spirit Stones had come from.
But all these Spirit Stones belonged to him now. With a burst of magic power, he swept the entire pile into his Storage Bag.
Aside from the Spirit Stones, the elderly Demon Cultivator's Storage Bag contained a considerable assortment of low-grade pills, which he likewise transferred into his own Storage Bag.
"This Pill Furnace!"
Soon, a blood-tinged Pill Furnace in one corner of the Storage Bag caught his attention.
The elderly Demon Cultivator had ambushed him to suck all his blood essence into this Pill Furnace. With a thought from Xu Yan, the blood-colored Pill Furnace appeared in his hand.
He could not tell what material the blood-red Pill Furnace was made from. Black demonic markings covered its sides, tracing the shapes of flames. As he gently channeled his magic power into it, the markings lit up at once, and blood-colored flames surged, giving it an exceedingly eerie appearance.
"These aren't demonic markings carved into the Pill Furnace. They're actually a formation!" After studying it for a long time, Xu Yan revised his earlier judgment.
"Bubble!"
A sound like boiling water came from the Blood-Colored Pill Furnace, causing Xu Yan's expression to shift slightly.
Though he already had a suspicion, Xu Yan still gently lifted the lid. Red light immediately shot out of the furnace, accompanied by an overpowering stench of blood.
"It really is cultivators' blood essence!" Xu Yan peered inside, his expression flickering.
The blood