The Black-Clad Woman was a pure-blooded member of the Human Race.
He Pingsheng carefully put her corpse away, then placed it inside the formation and burned it to ashes!
All he obtained in the end was a storage bracelet.
He opened the storage bracelet and took a quick inventory.
About three hundred pieces of low-grade divine gold!
The divine gold balance on her nameplate could not be used!
There were some jade slips, but the cultivation techniques and texts recorded within were of no use to He Pingsheng.
There were no formation-refining materials, either.
There were even very few pills.
None of the divine artifacts were third grade; the best was only middle-grade second grade.
He Pingsheng curled his lip. So poor.
This is the poorest Divine Spirit Realm cultivator I've ever seen. No wonder she kept watching me. Poverty drove her mad.
Having obtained nothing worthwhile, He Pingsheng went out to buy supplies, then resumed his secluded cultivation.
He enhanced things while raising his cultivation.
Before he knew it, another eight yuan had passed, and his cultivation had reached the third layer of the Divine Command Realm.
Not only had his cultivation reached the third layer, but he had also leisurely cultivated his poison-refining arts and the Great Wilderness Myriad Poisons Scripture to the third layer of the Divine Command Realm.
It could be said that He Pingsheng was now almost immune to second-grade divine poison.
Even third-grade divine poison could only injure him, not kill him outright.
"Whew..." He Pingsheng let out a deep breath and murmured to himself, "Divine sense, divine sense..."
Now, his divine sense had become his glaring weakness!
If he wanted to be able to advance and retreat freely when encountering high-level Divine Mortals in the future, he had to keep his divine sense