Chapter 1285 - Zhao Jun
Chen Fan didn’t leave the other four or five vicious men alive either. After killing the leader, he sent the rest to hell to join him.
With their deaths, all their fortune fell into Chen Fan’s hands.
Although they were outlaws, they had accumulated a substantial fortune over the years. The immortal stones alone totaled more than a thousand, which was a huge fortune.
Of all their possessions, only the immortal stones caught Chen Fan’s interest. The rest, cultivation techniques and martial arts, were unremarkable. The only notable one was the leader’s ghost Dao art: a low-grade immortal art, surpassing the basic immortal arts.
However, this ghost Dao immortal art was too sinister. To gain any mastery of it, one needed to keep killing people and refining their souls, turning the victims into evil spirits. It harmed the peace of the world; Chen Fan couldn't practice it.
“Later on, I’ll hand this ghost Dao cultivation technique to the sect and let them handle it. They will probably reward me with quite a bit of merit points.”
Chen Fan didn’t destroy this ghost Dao immortal art and put it away instead.
“Hmm? What’s this remnant map?”
Chen Fan discovered a remnant map about the size of a palm in the leader’s storage ring. There were some lines drawn on it, and from the break in the remnant map, he could vaguely make out the word “Qian,” a detail only visible with careful inspection.[1]
“Could this be a treasure map? Qian... Qian what? Shame it’s just a fragment. No way to tell how many pieces exist. Whatever. If I come across more in the future, I’ll explore it then.”
Chen Fan didn’t think much of it and put the remnant map away. The odds of finding the other pieces were slim, but there was always the chance—what if.
After organizing his trophies, he was about to leave when the winds suddenly rose and the clouds surged in the sky. A terrifying aura pressed over, pressing down on him with suffocating force.