A little earlier, Yue Wen had been walking home alone.
Flying on a sword to the north side of Vermilion Bird Peak had been quick, but crossing the mountains on foot took a little longer. Fortunately, he held the Brass Little Sword in his palm, its constantly rippling golden waves keeping all evil spirits at bay.
Although Yue Wen wanted to earn more Evil-Suppressing Money, the evil spirits here were too powerful, and he had already fought for a long time. Getting home safely mattered more.
He had also considered picking fights with evil spirits first, then taking out the Brass Little Sword to drive them back if he could not win—but ultimately decided that was too risky. What if an evil spirit killed him instantly, leaving him no time to take out the Brass Little Sword?
Or he might encounter something as uncanny as the Shadow Demon, impossible to guard against.
During his earlier happy monster-farming trip, he had already accumulated enough Evil-Suppressing Money. There was no need to take unnecessary risks. One major reason he had enraged the Ripple-Wave Swallow Flock so badly earlier was that he had killed too many of them.
Yue Wen now possessed an unprecedented six hundred and forty pieces of Evil-Suppressing Money!
Even after spending 499 to buy the Dragon-Snake Escape Art, he would have over a hundred left, enough to buy some ordinary divine abilities.
With the Brass Little Sword protecting him, Yue Wen dared to travel through the night. If he picked up the pace, he might even catch up with the team.
The others would probably choose to rest where they were and return after daybreak. After all, for normal people, the Wasteland Zone was far more dangerous at night than during the day.
While crossing another river, Yue Wen