"Spirit Burst Art?"
At the sight, Wen Qingfei's expression stiffened as well. Clearly, she knew what it was.
"That Tigerhead Bee used this forbidden art earlier. He must have had some fortuitous encounter and obtained it somewhere," Fang Qianyuan explained. Still, he did not stand on ceremony and put it away, intending to examine it again when he had the chance.
Secret arts were neither righteous nor evil in themselves. As long as they were useful and could increase one's strength, plenty of people practiced them in secret. The only difference was that when the righteous practiced them, it was called research; when the wicked practiced them, they deserved to be hunted down and killed.
The Wen were a wealthy local lineage that controlled the Thousand-Mile Realm. They were unlikely to lack such things, but they were just as unlikely to use them openly and give others a handle against them.
If Fang Qianyuan wanted to use it, he would likewise have to keep a low profile.
He did not much like such wicked methods, nor did he feel any need to employ them, but he could not afford to remain ignorant of them.
Apart from the Spirit Burst Art manual, there were some spirit-taming pointers and Insect-Taming Wonder Arts that Tigerhead Bee had treasured. These were all legitimate cultivation methods and might have had a few distinctive merits, but to Fang Qianyuan and the Wen siblings, who lacked no cultivation legacies, they were of little value.
They had been stored separately in a cloth bundle and kept in excellent condition.
Next came over a thousand pieces of spirit jade in ready cash.
These thousand-odd pieces of spirit jade were clearly ill-gotten gains from the bandits' pillaging, murder, and robbery. Each had carried a hundred or a few hundred pieces,