Chapter 421: Demonic Sect
Qin Sang cast a glance in the direction of Qingyang Market, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his lips.
Inside his Mustard Seed Pouch, there were still a few artifacts that suited his needs, and he set aside a few for personal use.
Before his ebony sword completed its devouring process, years of tempering had inevitably led to urgent situations where there was no time to set up arrays. This had resulted in the destruction of the Thousand-Raven Urn and the multi-colored parasol in Endless Valley. Only the Yin-Yang Luopan, with its unique properties, had managed to survive.
Recently, he had been relying solely on his ebony sword in battle, making his tactics somewhat monotonous. These artifacts would serve as a good supplement.
Other than that, the rest of the items were of little significance, and Qin Sang categorized them before storing them away.
Eliminating Daoist Jiupao’s subordinates while making a hefty profit—this was truly killing two birds with one stone. After a moment of contemplation, he chose not to continue toward Qingyang City but instead rode his Nether Cloud and flew toward Qingyang Market.
He was satisfied with the death of Silver Flame and knew he could not afford any further actions in the short term.
Daoist Jiupao was no fool. If every encounter seemed like a coincidence, then it most certainly was not.
It was better to return to Qingyang Market and focus on cultivation for the time being.
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Qingyang Market