The renowned Money Treasure had finally fallen into Li Ling's hands.
Yet Li Ling's face showed little joy. Instead, his expression was grave.
As he understood it, the so-called Treasure Envoy was actually a treasure suppressor.
That one word of difference signified a fundamental distinction.
As the saying goes, old things become spirits. Even naturally born spiritual objects can develop intelligence, or various kinds of Dao Connotation and power, after enduring long ages. How much more so a relic formed from the remnant soul and spiritual essence of a mighty expert?
The Money Daoist's mind and Dharma Power still lingered within it.
Under ordinary circumstances, this was the Spirit Resonance possessed by a Dao Artifact.
Once it ran out of control, however, it would become an evil spirit-a demon or ghost!
Qian Kun's death was no ordinary affair. I never expected to kill him easily, but he died all the same.
One could even say it was rather unexpected...
The Greenfly Coin had now regained its original appearance. A complete Yin-Yang set of Child Coins and a Mother Coin lay before him, exuding an obscure aura.
Beyond the inexplicable Dao Connotation that ordinary people could sense, Li Ling also smelled a Copper Stench compounded from oppressive, decaying qualities.
Shifting glimmers like black mist appeared across its surface, brimming with an ominous air.
Before truly refining and taking control of it, he had never discovered just how ill-omened this object was.
Fortunately, I can sweep away its accumulated filth with Whisk Incense. Even if I use the Mother Coin a few more times, I can bear it.
Grand Elder Pei and the others were dreaming if they thought they could use this treasure to tie me down and entangle me in the Money Guild's karma.
*I truly gained a powerful treasure,