"Whew."
Yi Shuyuan let out a long breath. With the mountain miasma gone, even breathing felt much easier.
As though something had occurred to him, Yi Shuyuan patted his waist.
"All right, it's safe now!"
Only then did Hui Mian, who had been huddled inside Yi Shuyuan's clothes all this time, dare to move.
The little marten crawled out and climbed onto Yi Shuyuan's shoulder. Its first glance went to the cat's corpse on the ground, and it waved its paws wildly in excitement.
"You won, sir! You won! Hahahaha! That wretched demon didn't know what was good for her, daring to pit her magic against yours!"
Yi Shuyuan smiled too. That was hardly what this fellow had been saying earlier.
"I told you to hide in the village, but you refused."
Hui Mian had now completely chosen to forget its own fear.
"Sir, let's hurry back to the bandits' stronghold!"
"What for?"
Hui Mian leaned close to Yi Shuyuan's ear.
"That used to be a bandit hideout! There must be lots of money!"
Yi Shuyuan could not help glancing at Hui Mian. This little fellow certainly had plenty of ideas.
"Even if there is, it's all ill-gotten wealth!"
A little while later, Yi Shuyuan stood in a cellar beneath the stronghold's assembly hall.
The chests before him were filled with copper coins and silver, along with a small amount of gold, pearls, gemstones, and jade.
On the other side lay heaps of white bones. Clearly, many of them must have belonged to the bandits who had once occupied this place.
"These people robbed homes and murdered for money. And what did all their grasping get them in the end?"
But Hui Mian had already leaped off Yi Shuyuan's shoulder and run toward the piles of wealth, its eyes