Chapter 39 (1/2)

Zhi, who was still concentrated in eating, nodded and left with Shiao Tianren.

……

On the empty practicing field at the center of the village piled a lot of things, including dozens of weapons, accessories like boots, belts and jade pendants, and other assorted items.

Besides, there lied six dead bodies.

All of these were guarded by Zhou Zhong and several other hunters in the village.

“These are the things searched from Lian Rufeng. The six strangers were not from Feiyun, so I ordered no one to touch them, hoping you could find some leads.”

Shiao Tianren explained.

Lin Xun secretly admired his caution. With on delay, he went straight to Wu Henshui’s body and examined with great care.

When he first met this old man with a goatee, he had sensed great danger.

Now he saw the old man lied there quietly with a shocking bloody hole in his chest, clearly killed by a sharp weapon.

It reminded him of Shia Zhi, who must have been even more powerful than he had expected.

Shiao Tianren and Zhou Zhong and the others came around, all looking at Lin Xun in curiosity and awe.

They had realized how terrifying this young boy had been when they returned to the village and found the bodies of Lian Rufeng and the others.

It had beyond their imagination that a young boy alone had killed more than a dozen of spiritual practitioners, including Lian Rufeng who had reached the fourth level of the Martial Realm.

Therefore, Lin Xun had changed in their eyes, more horrifying beneath the usual handsome and warm appearance.

Lin Xun did not notice these of course. He groped the body for a while and only found a black ring, nothing else.

“Is it……”

The ring was heavy, black as iron and chill as jade.

His finger moved and a wisp of spiritual energy flew into it.

It hummed and a room-like space emerged in his brain, containing coins, tokens, spiritual herbs, bottles and jams.

It was a storing artifact for sure.

Lin Xun felt pleased, for he knew how precious it was. Made of a rare spiritual ingredient called “Ethereal Crystal”, it could store things hundreds of thousands of times larger than itself.

Only rich people could afford such a valuable item.

Lin Xun murmured, “So it looked like he was not that simple.”

He was curious about the token, so he took it out of the ring. It was the size of an adult’s palm and was made of “Serpenggiante”, a spiritual ingredient similar to the warm jade. On its front, there was a herb pattern, seemingly some kind of unique sign.

On its back, a line of imperial seal characters was engraved: Great Deacon in Green-sun Tribe, Branch of Wu’s Herbs.

Just as expected, the old man was a big shot in Green-sun Tribe.

Soon, Lin Xun found an incomplete scroll with records about the “blood marrow grit” and an animal-skin bag weighting several kilograms. It was filled with the seeds of different spiritual herbs, more than enough to plant in more than one hundred acres of spiritual land.

“So this was what he came for?”

Lin Xun looked thoughtful.

Shiao Tianren couldn’t help but ask, “Any discovery?”