Ye Han dashed toward the two corpses...
These Cultivators had set an ambush here to kill people and steal their treasures. They certainly were no decent folk.
He could count this as carrying out heaven's justice and avenging the Cultivators who had died at their hands.
But as far as Ye Han was concerned, if the Purple Cauldron had not suddenly seemed to take control of him, making his killing intent erupt and driving him to slay those five Cultivators...
He would never have meddled in this affair. After all, in the Cultivators' travel accounts he had read, few who stuck their noses into other people's business had met a good end.
Still, since he had already killed them, just how many treasures could he get from five Cultivators?
Last time, the bodies of the Two Fiends of Qin Mountain, whom Senior Brother Zhang Qingshan had slain, and Zhang Sanlei, who had met a gruesome death, had already brought them a hefty windfall.
No wonder so many Cultivators liked setting ambushes to kill people and steal their treasures.
It was a business that returned ten thousandfold on a single investment.
Ye Han was just about to search the two Cultivators' bodies.
Han Yuwan suddenly shouted, "Junior Brother Ye! Wait!"
She moved as she spoke, pressing a hand onto Ye Han's shoulder. "Don't touch them!" she said gravely.
Hearing Han Yuwan's warning, Ye Han frowned and asked, "What's wrong, Senior Sister Han?"
"These five fellows dressed alike, and their auras carried traces of the same school's cultivation art," Han Yuwan said gravely. "They might be disciples of the same sect! They may have sect Identity Tokens on them! If we touch those, their sect could easily discover that we killed them!"
As she spoke, Han Yuwan chanted under her breath, her