Having said that.
"Whoosh-"
His figure flickered, and he vanished on the spot, leaving behind only a pile of priceless treasures.
Qing Chen looked in the direction Yan Moyou had disappeared, opened his mouth, then closed it again.
The man still left whenever he pleased, just like back then. What a poser. The bastard.
He lowered his head toward the pile on the green stone and reached out to pick up a High-Grade Fortune Spirit Crystal.
It felt warm and smooth in his hand. Probing it with his divine sense, he could clearly sense the tremendous fortune contained within.
The six together amounted to two strands of power of fortune power of laws!
"Hehe, that bastard really does give good stuff. Hehe."
Fortune rules were a very special kind of rules. For now, they might not directly increase combat strength, but they could bolster everything, amplifying combat strength and increasing the speed of cultivation and comprehension of rules.
The Immortal Officials of the Great Jin Immortal Dynasty worked themselves to the bone accumulating merit, all to exchange it for Fortune Spirit Crystals and condense fortune rules!
He put down the spirit crystal and looked at the Sea-Soul Dragon-Origin Pill.
The deep-blue pill bore five golden markings, and a miniature flood dragon swam inside it.
What a treasure!
He suddenly recalled how much he had gained from killing Penglai True Lord. Even added together, those gains might not produce results as quickly as this pile of things.
To Yan Moyou, they were indeed already useless.
But to Qing Chen, this was a windfall from heaven! This was charcoal delivered in the snow! This was an unexpected delight!
Qing Chen crouched beside the green stone and put the items into his Storage Ring one by one.
With each item he put away,