Feng Yan was dead. This would unleash a tremendous storm; if word got out, it would cause an absolute sensation.
He had been a mighty expert of the Feng Clan, a man of immense standing who was qualified to inherit its Dao Lineage.
Moreover, his death had been utterly surreal. He had fallen to a youth who was not even a Heavenly God. It was simply unbelievable!
"Damn you, Feng Yan! You wanted to capture this fairy and make her your 'breeding sow.' You deserve to suffer forever..."
A beautiful girl with long, aqua-blue hair and azure eyes could be faintly seen furiously stabbing a corpse with her sword. It was a bloody sight.
It was hard to imagine how much humiliation a normally dignified, ethereal fairy had suffered to seek revenge with such disregard for her image, refusing to spare even a dead man.
"All right. It's still a Cultivator Leader level corpse. We could get a good price if we sold it."
Unable to watch any longer, Lin Fan stopped Lan Xian and began his favorite everyday pastime: looting corpses.
Whoosh!
The instant he opened the spatial magical artifact, divine materials, Saint Medicines, and other treasures spilled out in a gleaming, iridescent heap like a small mountain.
There were also quite a few pieces of women's undergarments made from top-grade materials, suffused with a milky fragrance.
"Disgusting. This ravenous fiend of lust didn't even spare his own clanswomen." Lan Xian stared at the names embroidered on the dudou, her face full of revulsion.
"Everyone who sees the spoils gets a share. The Cult Master's magical artifact is yours. I only want the Treasure Medicines. Find somewhere to sell the rest of this miscellaneous stuff later, and we'll split the proceeds evenly."
"You're being so generous. Don't tell me