"Thank you, Brother Lin..."
Cheng Suling looked at Lin Changheng with glistening eyes, an unusual emotion stirring within them.
Her bloodstained, delicate hand accepted the elixir, and her red lips parted, but Lin Changheng cut off her further thanks. "There's no need to say more for now. This isn't over yet. Tend to your injuries while I check on Fellow Daoist Xu."
"All right. Please be careful too, Brother Lin."
Cheng Suling obediently swallowed the elixir and stirred her magical power to refine it.
Lin Changheng walked aside, sweeping his magical power across the surroundings again and again to gather all the ownerless Spirit Artifacts left on the ground.
He put them away one by one.
In particular, he also retrieved and secured the late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator's Storage Bag.
He had killed the man and saved Cheng Suling. Naturally, the spoils belonged to Lin Changheng.
There was no question about that.
Nor did Lin Changheng feel embarrassed about it.
Of course, if the cultivator surnamed Luo's Storage Bag had still been there, Lin Changheng would not have touched it. Whoever made the kill claimed the spoils. One still needed a basic respect for the rules in the cultivation world.
As for why he always finished things with the azure gold flying sword, a lower-grade second-tier Spirit Artifact, familiarity aside, its tremendous speed allowed him to swiftly and reliably sweep up the remnants once he had the situation largely under control.
While Lin Changheng happily gathered his spoils, the battle at Rising Sun Island still raged.
"What's taking them so long?"
The late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator attacking a formation node on Rising Sun Island wore a silver-white mask that concealed his face, and his aura was formidable. The tremendous disturbance from Floating Star Island made him turn for a