Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  She couldn’t help but be stunned.

  Qiao Mu thought:?

  She knitted her brows and lowered her head. After racking her brains for a long while there, she had no choice but to heave a disappointed sigh.

  Qiao Mu gave her head a knock before looking back at Che Ruman, who was lying there motionlessly.

  She strode over and narrowed her eyes.

  Che Ruman was facing up, and her pupils had already dilated. It was obvious that she was dead.

  But this was normal.

  The moment Tan Fa afflicted Che Ruman with the blood curse, her life and cultivation were already tied together to his.

  Since Tan Fa died, she could not survive alone.

  Furthermore, she wouldn’t be happy barely living on in this condition.

  Qiao Mu walked back to Tan Fa’s half-headless corpse and looked at it in distaste. Then, she directed her spiritual conscious straight into his conscious pool to rob his inner world.

  Tan Fa’s inner world was abundant with resources, so Qiao Mu was able to make a big haul.

  This included resources for cultivation, including spiritual medicine and spirit stones, as well as some ores and forging materials.

  Qiao Mu didn’t expect this sleazy man to have so much dishonest wealth.

  But it made sense. As a yellow-level curse practitioner, he would not be slower than talisman practitioners at accumulating wealth.

  After collecting Tan Fa’s resources, she caught sight of a purple jade pendant out of the corner of her eye.

  Qiao Mu bent down to pick up this jade pendant. When she turned it over, she just so happened to see that “Clear Sky Faction” had been carved on its back.

  Her eyes instantly turned chilly as she enunciated these three words.

  “Clear Sky Faction?”?

  Frankly speaking, ever since that Fan Gu had escaped back to Shuntian Prefecture with her nephew Fan Qiuhe…


  She had been constantly thinking about them!

  Qiao Mu’s lips curled up into a sneer. She leafed through the curses Tan Fa had stored in his inner world.

  There weren’t many, only about ten or so, and most of them were mystic yin curses.

  The truth of the matter was that when it came to drawing curses and talismans, both their respective practitioners were not too fast at drawing them.

  Normal practitioners who could draw ten or so blue talismans or curses a day were already considered experts blessed with an extremely high success rate.

  Who could be like Qiao Mu who already had a success rate of 100 percent for blue talismans.

  After putting these curses in order, she discovered underneath them a small, crimson-colored wooden box in the shape of a cube.

  She opened it and saw a small, ordinary black bead carved out of wood lying inside quietly. There was no luster at all.

  Qiao Mu was curious.

  Seeing as Tan Fa had gone as far as placing this black bead in a wooden box, Qiao Mu could guess that this item was perhaps that unimaginable treasure Tan Fa had been referring to.

  “Masta, Masta, this is a ghost spirit bead.” The sapling’s peculiar voice suddenly rang in her ear.

  Qiao Mu had never seen such a strange bead.