The black astral qi dispersed. Qian Kuan was as dead as dead could be.
Snatching up the hide bag from the ground, Xu Yang wasted no time. He lifted Qian Kuan's corpse and raced away.
He ran for a full half hour before finding a bottomless cave, where he tossed in the corpse he had already stripped clean. Then he took a circuitous route around the fire valley. Only after another fifteen minutes did he stop in a secluded spot.
"So much spirit iron!"
He opened the hide bag to find fifteen or twenty pieces of spirit iron in various sizes, all already refined. Judging by the amount, there was enough to forge two spirit weapons.
"The Blood Lotus Cult finally sewed a wedding dress for someone else-for me. But now that my cultivation has been exposed, trouble is probably coming."
He had no intention of handing over this spirit iron. He had seized it from a fiend of the Blood Lotus Cult, so it naturally belonged to him.
"It's good stuff, worth an incalculable amount, but I can't use it or sell it yet. I'll have to learn Spirit Weapon Forging before it's any use to me."
There was also a semi-spirit weapon!
The saber Qian Kuan had carried on his back was also a semi-spirit weapon. But Xu Yang wasn't sure whether it had belonged to Qian Kuan or was a trophy taken from Third Senior Brother or Fourth Senior Brother. For now, it couldn't see the light of day either.
Had he not killed Qian Kuan in a surprise attack, it would certainly have been a bitter fight.
Finding a secluded spot that was easy to remember, Xu Yang dug a deep pit and buried the spirit iron and semi-spirit weapon to retrieve later. Then he made