After the symptoms of poisoning subsided, Jimo Xiubai rose from the ground, stretched his body, and complained, "Could you warn me next time? I thought my enemies had come for me."
Xue Fuyao shrugged. "If I said anything, wouldn't the others have been prepared? What if I couldn't poison them? There are several Nascent Soul cultivators here."
"By the way, where did you go just now, leaving me to face these people alone?" Jimo Xiubai asked.
"Oh, I noticed someone trying to force their way through the formation with a Spirit Boat, so I went to take a look. The remaining Zhang Family members nearly escaped with all four households' cultivation resources."
Hearing this, Jimo Xiubai turned to glare at the people sprawled on the ground, fury burning in his heart. These people...
"I've already recovered everything." As she spoke, Xue Fuyao waved her hand, tossing several Storage Bags into Jimo Xiubai's arms. "This is your share."
Before coming, the two had already agreed to split their gains forty-sixty.
Jimo Xiubai took the Storage Bags and tucked them into his robes without even looking inside. Turning toward the poisoned people on the ground, he said coldly, "Since you want to leave the Northwestern Lands, I'll grant your wish."
The people on the ground were unable to move from the poison and could not even speak clearly. As they watched Jimo Xiubai approach with murderous intent written across his face, their eyes filled with terror and regret.
While Jimo Xiubai killed people out front, Xue Fuyao went to the Li Household's Ancestral Hall. Before long, she emerged with a genealogy in her hand.
"What are you holding?" Jimo Xiubai could not help asking when he saw Xue Fuyao suddenly disappear, then reappear with a book in her hand.
Seeing the bloodstains