By the time Jiang Yi had finished his killing spree and returned to the Gao Clan Ancestral Hall, True Master Xuanmiao had already gathered a messy pile of "spoils."
"Ancient Demon Cultivators really are all poor bastards with nothing to their names. If you ask me, it's Immortal Cultivators who are all rolling in it—perfect for robbing!"
It had only been a moment, but the Cat Master's belly was already round and bulging. He had likely devoured the few Fierce Fiends the Blood Robe Daoist had been nurturing inside his body.
Jiang Yi glanced over the items. They really weren't anything valuable. Aside from the badly damaged Nine Nether Mother-Child Blood Banner and a Cyan Gourd used to store the Seven Fiend Smoke, which might fetch a few talisman coins, there was little else.
The rest—a Skull Wine Vase, a Human Skin Erotic Painting, and a few dried aphrodisiac beast whips—weren't worth as much as the Black Slaughter Lock, even bundled together.
