This time, they had encountered real bandits.
Looking at the Purple Ultimate Sword, which was still dripping blood, Yun Huanling thought Su Jiu was probably in a rather foul mood.
Su Jiu struck with the speed of thunder and the force of a storm, finishing off the dozen or so bandits before her in just a few moves. Her ferocity was nothing like that of a little girl.
Yun Huanling hugged himself and huddled to one side, trembling.
Meanwhile, with their owners dead, the Storage Bags naturally became ownerless.
Su Jiu found it strange. How had these people, as weak as helpless chickens, concealed their Cultivation Level?
During the fight, she had sensed that they were at the late Qi Refining stage at most, yet she had been unable to see their Cultivation Level at all.
She opened all the Storage Bags and found that, for Rogue Cultivators in Qi Refining, they possessed quite a considerable amount of resources.
Basic manuals of Arts for the Qi Refining Period, over a thousand Lower-Grade Spirit Stones, various Magical Artifacts, and several bloodstained garments-it was obvious that these had been obtained by robbing others. One green Storage Bag, however, contained particularly abundant supplies, including over ten thousand spirit stones alone. Its exquisite embroidery made it clear that its owner had been someone wealthy or influential.
Su Jiu's gaze darkened as she looked at the Storage Bags before her. Who knew how much innocent blood these cultivators had spilled in broad daylight?
Finally, Su Jiu's gaze settled on a stone plaque.
As though he had spotted something unusual, Yun Huanling ran over from nearby, picked up the stone plaque, and examined it. "Concealment stone?"
Su Jiu naturally knew what concealment stone was. What puzzled her was why so much of it had appeared here.