The ten-thousand-year soul-enticing bamboo was emerald green throughout, but its joints, originally the same emerald green, had turned pitch-black.
Huang Xiao counted fifteen stalks of soul-enticing bamboo in the chest, each about thirty feet long. They should have been enough to make the Heavenly Demon Soul-Destroying Flute, even if several mishaps occurred along the way.
The thousand-year demonic silkworm silk had originally been transparent and colorless. Now fine black threads showed faintly within that transparent, colorless silk, all changes that had appeared only after Quenching.
The demonic silkworm silk in the chest was divided into five bundles, each thirty feet long when fully stretched out. This much demonic silkworm silk was enough to make the strings for the Heavenly Demon Soul-Severing Zither.
"The quantities of ten-thousand-year soul-enticing bamboo and thousand-year demonic silkworm silk are correct," Huang Xiao said.
"Good. Only the parasol wood is short, then. Come, let's return to the Main Hall first," Zhu Xing E said.
With a casual beckoning gesture, Huang Xiao made the three chests float beside him, using heaven and earth momentum to control them.
When Huang Xiao and Zhu Xing E reached the gates of the God-Burying Hall and were about to leave, Pang Ruyuan suddenly appeared.
Zhu Xing E narrowed his eyes and smiled. "Hall Master Pang, are you planning to come with us to see Lord Shi? Are you going to carry thorn branches on your back and beg forgiveness?"
"Hmph. I have my own plans for this matter. There's no need for you to concern yourself," Pang Ruyuan said with a cold snort.
"Oh? Then what else do you want?" Zhu Xing E asked with a smile. "Surely you haven't come to demand an accounting for Fan Rong's death?"
"Fan Rong deserved to die. Our God-Burying Hall was in the wrong