However, when Li Yan and Bai Rou heard that this pair of young cultivators only wanted the spirit stones they rightfully deserved, smiles merely lingered at the corners of their lips.
Especially when Guan Junyi sternly warned Guan Man not to reveal this transaction the moment she returned to the village, Li Yan naturally had no killing intent whatsoever.
It seemed they were indeed badly in need of spirit stones. Thinking back to when he himself had been weak, he had even dared enter secret realms to gather herbs—places that had been incomparably perilous to him at the time—all for the sake of obtaining a few low-grade spirit stones.
So when compared to the youth's actions, it no longer seemed strange. Spirit stones were far too important to low-level cultivators; this was precisely the time to lay one's foundation.
Besides, with their paltry cultivation, even if they wanted to murder and plunder, how much could they possibly steal?
"Hmph, do not do such things again in the future, or your immortal path to the Great Dao will soon be snuffed out!
But let this teach you: if you do not want others to know, do not do it yourself.
'Little sister, in a while, I'll put all of today's earnings on you. Once we return to the village, do not come out again. Before I return, do not go looking for the village chief and the others...'"
It was still that man's voice.
At the same time, Guan Junyi felt his hand grow light. The leopard-shaped puppet was directly swept away by a force, and for a moment, he did not know how to respond.
That single cold snort shook his entire body so badly that he nearly fainted. As his body swayed involuntarily, he dropped onto the ground on