The night was deep, and all was silent.
For Qin Ming, this was destined to be a sleepless night.
He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling.
Qin Ming had never imagined it.
In the blink of an eye, several of his neighbors had been inexplicably wiped out.
He kept reviewing the information Feng Yuan had told him. Giving up on sleep altogether, he carefully considered his plans for the future.
The next day, the rising sun climbed into the sky, and all things awoke.
Qin Ming got up, opened the window, and let out a long breath of stale air.
After a night of deliberation, he had already made his decision.
After breakfast,
Qin Ming arrived at the seventh floor of Juxuan Pavilion.
Across from him sat Gu Qingzhao, as ethereal as one apart from the mortal world.
"Fellow Daoist Gu, the situation is chaotic now, with a storm brewing. I wish to buy some powerful items for protection. Do you have any recommendations?"
Upon hearing this, Gu Qingzhao smiled serenely, her breath fragrant as orchids. "Of course."
As she spoke, she took out several items from her Storage Bag and placed them before Qin Ming.
"Yin Thunder Grenades. Single-use consumables. Once released, even Foundation Establishment Realm cultivators must avoid their edge."
"A talisman treasure, the Golden Spirit Brick. It can still be used three times, and its power is equivalent to the full-force strike of a Foundation Establishment Early Stage cultivator."
Qin Ming spent a huge sum of Spirit Stones to purchase five Yin Thunder Grenades and the Golden Spirit Brick talisman treasure. The Spirit Stones in his Storage Bag were immediately reduced by more than half.
But that was still not enough.
As he put away the items on the table, he casually