Not just Feng Shande, but the dozen or so cultivators, including Liu Piaoying, all stared coldly at them.
Dense killing intent swept through the entire ruins.
Under these cultivators' threats, not a single prisoner dared reach out to touch the coffins.
They did not even dare approach them.
"Hahahaha... We've struck it rich! All these cultivation arts and pills are enough to make our Supreme Sect stronger than the Fallen Star Pavilion!"
"The rumors were true. This cultivator who passed away in meditation had a vast fortune! These ruins alone hold enough to rival our Supreme Sect's entire treasury!"
"Senior, we mean no offense! We will certainly enshrine your ancestral portrait and honor you as our founding patriarch!"
All the Supreme Sect disciples went wild, taking out their storage rings and stuffing all the cultivation arts and Heavenly Treasures inside.
They were like a pack of bandits.
Yet their faces remained devout as they bowed toward the empty space ahead, begging the original owner's forgiveness.
The ugly faces of these cultivators were laid bare in all their hideous glory.
Ning Que watched coldly. From their conversation, he still managed to glean a few scraps of information.
For instance, Feng Shande and the others all belonged to the Supreme Sect.
And the Supreme Sect's strength and reserves fell short of the Fallen Star Pavilion's. They had even made surpassing the Fallen Star Pavilion their lifelong goal.
Little did they know that the heir to the Fallen Star Pavilion stood right before their eyes!
Ning Que turned to Li Jieyang. "Are all you cultivators this hypocritical?"
Li Jieyang's expression changed. He gave a dry cough and explained, "Of course not. The cultivation world is mostly made up of honorable, orthodox sects filled with noble righteousness! These robbers and bandits are