"Huff... huff..."
He Pingsheng panted in great, heaving breaths.
The fight just now had not cost him much strength or spiritual power.
But taking a life for the first time had drained him mentally.
Fear!
Terror!
Dazed confusion!
The relief of surviving disaster!
Gratitude for his good fortune!
All these emotions churned through the eighteen-year-old's heart in turn.
They placed tremendous strain on his mind.
Still, He Pingsheng's head remained clear. He went over to the Blackwind Boss, who had been blasted into countless pieces, and picked up the Black Boss's Treasure Bag.
He opened it and took a look.
Several hundred spirit stones, some Earth Tier magical treasures, and two cultivation techniques.
That was all.
He Pingsheng had no time to inventory them carefully, so he dumped everything in the Treasure Bag into his own.
Then he went over to the third brother.
The third brother was already dead.
An Ice Arrow more than two feet long was lodged in his body.
The Ice Arrow had pierced straight through him from his back.
His entire body had frozen solid.
He Pingsheng ignored the frozen corpse and took out his Treasure Bag as well.
He swept up everything inside.
"Time to go..."
Whoosh...
Mounting his Paper Crane, He Pingsheng soared into the clouds once more and headed for the sect.
His Treasure Bag now held so many items and spirit stones that it was nearly overflowing.
Naturally, He Pingsheng did not dare stroll brazenly back into the sect like this.
What if someone searched his Treasure Bag?
How would he explain all those spirit stones?
That would leave him with nothing but death.
So He Pingsheng returned to his little courtyard home in the outer sect.
After closing the courtyard gate, he sat cross-legged on his bed, dumped all his