"Fourth Brother, I'll help you gather the spoils." Wang Luoqiu pounced forward with swift movements, growing ever more practiced at looting. "We're rich, we're rich! This guy was pretty well-off."
She picked out a stack of gold notes, more than ten in all. Along with some loose Qian Gold and Big Copper, this man had over one hundred and twenty Qian Gold on him alone. His traveling bundle also contained the odds and ends common among Rogue Cultivators—healing medicine, strange fragments, clay jars, even two Lesser Foundation-Cultivating Pills, along with several secret manuals.
However, most secret manuals from Rogue Cultivators were common goods to aristocratic clans, with few true gems among them. His saber manual and movement technique manual held little value, at most serving as references for comparison.
"Ah, Fourth Brother, you're too violent." Wang Luoqiu sorrowfully picked up the broken saber. "A fine steel saber like this would cost at least a dozen Qian Gold. Now it isn't worth even two or three."
Though she complained, the young girl still deftly packed away every bit of the spoils.
At that moment, a middle-aged man's voice came from outside the warehouse door. "Shouzhe, it's all settled, yes? We're coming in."
As he spoke, a fully armed middle-aged military officer with a stern face and a steady bearing led over a dozen soldiers inside. They wore full armor, carried long spears, and had sabers at their waists.
"Third Uncle, we truly had you to thank this time." Wang Shouzhe cupped his hands toward the middle-aged officer. "Otherwise, these thieves might really have escaped Ping'an Town."
This man was Wang Dingzu, Wang Shouzhe's Third Uncle and one of the core pillars of the Wang Clan's sixth generation. He was a clansman specifically assigned to the official martial path, and his strength