A whole household slaughtered, the house stripped and the clan wiped out.

Conduct of this order was no different from a demonic cultivator's; and yet today it had come from the hand of an immortal sect.

The faces of the Qinghai Prefecture cultivators, and of the Water-Moon Merchant Alliance Retainers, were all somewhat mixed. They had taken part, and so of course knew the reason for it; but the other powers did not.

Once word of this got out, how would the many powers of Nanhong look upon the Nanyang immortal sect?

Still less when the Peach Spring Manor was a Nanyang dependency.

But Sect Master Shen seemed not to care in the least for such empty names. He only waited quietly while the stewards gathered up the heaven-and-earth treasures within the manor.

"Strange."

Jing Jingsong shook his head to himself.

He had thought at first that Sect Master Shen hurried over without hesitating because he feared the Peach Spring Manor would ruin the Nanyang immortal sect's name.

But by the look of it now, the man did not care about an empty name either.

Then what was a strike as vicious as this for?

Could it be because of the mountain of white bones in the pit, or those poor mortals in the rock walls… Sect Master Shen did not look much like a good man.

Not until the ten-odd green lion spirit-puppets had been packed as full as they would go.

Did the stewards bring Shen Yi back into the pit and point up at the bead in the sky. "Sect Master Shen, this thing is the source of the great formation the Peach Spring Manor laid down. Vicious and cruel as the means were, taking the bead purely on its own merits, it truly is a precious treasure."

It could keep a tenth-layer Return-to-Void cultivator whose lifespan had run dry alive until now, and hold his realm and strength besides.

If it could be subdued, it would certainly be no small help.

"The heart has good and evil in it; a Treasure has neither."

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