A strand of deep-green True Qi suddenly exploded from the Heaven and Earth Bag like a thunderclap on level ground, seeking to shatter Chen Heng's probing fingers. But its strength soon failed; a light press scattered it like collapsing clouds and dissolving mist, and it stopped nothing.
After undoing the bag's restrictions, Chen Heng looked inside. There were only Talisman Coins, Talisman Artifacts, and the like, nothing remarkable. Even the few bottles of pills held only dim spiritual radiance, plainly indicating their poor quality.
Shaking his head, he put everything away, then picked up another Heaven and Earth Bag and continued breaking its remaining restrictions.
On this journey to Huaiwu Cave, four Foundation Establishment cultivators from the Blood Lotus Sect alone had died, to say nothing of the countless Qi Refining cultivators.
Qin Xian, in particular, a second-level Foundation Establishment cultivator, had possessed extraordinary wealth. A rough count of his Talisman Coins alone came to six or seven thousand.
Granted, he and Yuan Yangsheng had already divided all this evenly, each taking half.
Yet this windfall still swiftly replenished his Heaven and Earth Bag, which his Qi Refining cultivation had nearly emptied. In fact, one bag could not hold it all, and he had been forced to take out another before he could just barely put everything in order.
Between one thing and another.
By the time Chen Heng finally finished taking stock, two hours had hurried past.
Thinking carefully, ever since I began cultivating, the few times I've had any wealth have all come from fighting and killing...
Chen Heng held a longsword glittering with dazzling cold light, brilliant as snow and frost, and raised it level with his brows, laying it across his gaze.
He studied it for a long time, then gathered his thoughts slightly and reflected: