When Yuantong saw Wang Yu look his way, a faint smile appeared on his face. He chanted the Buddha's name, then said:
"Fellow Daoist Wang, you truly are no ordinary Qi Refining disciple. The power of your final strike earlier was probably already on par with a Foundation Establishment early stage cultivator's own attack. Otherwise, it could never have shattered such a hard Soul Case.
"As far as I know, a human puppet's Soul Case requires at least second-tier materials to refine."
"That thing was made from second-tier materials?" Wang Yu's spirits lifted. He immediately rose and walked a short distance away, picking up a dozen or so fingernail-sized black fragments from the ground.
Judging by these fragments, the Soul Case should normally have been about the size of a palm. Its miniature form earlier had clearly been a special state produced by the old monk's secret art.
Since they had agreed beforehand that all the spoils except the Buddha Body Sarira would belong to him, Wang Yu stood on no ceremony. He placed all the second-tier fragments into a wooden box and put it in his Storage Bag.
These were second-tier materials. Even fragments that someone had already refined were worth a considerable sum, far beyond the first-tier materials he had dealt with before.
Moreover, the Soul Case had been so hard that it had even withstood the Parent-Child Floating Mirror's first two strikes. That surely had much to do with its method of refinement. If he could reconstruct the inscriptions on these fragments, he might learn something from them.
Not only that, Wang Yu also went over to inspect each of the seven or eight piles of ash. In one pile, he found a purple bottle with a somewhat scorched surface, one of the bottles of medicinal pills