Inside the Emperor's Tomb, Xu Xian was rummaging through the corpse piles and stripping them of their clothes...
Outside the Demon Abyss, a group of experts had gathered unnaturally, instinctively drawing closer to that tomb gate...
Whether they were demons, humans, beasts, or spirits, at this moment, they seemed to have briefly set aside their prejudices.
They stared fixedly at a corner of the gap, peering intently...
The demon cultivators on the Blazing Fortress were too far away, and with the saint's pressure sweeping the area, they naturally could not see clearly, nor could their divine sense penetrate it.
Their hearts felt like they were being scratched by a kitten, overwhelmed by curiosity.
"What are they looking at?"
"Who knows..."
"I want to see so badly. What should I do?"
"I do not dare go over there..."
They wanted to look but did not dare to approach, much like a timid youth encountering a beloved girl, always hesitating.
They were incredibly anxious.
The eighth-stage and ninth-stage cultivators who had come from afar witnessed this scene and, fueled by curiosity, actively approached.
"What are they looking at?"
"I will go take a peek too..."
"What is there to see..."
They joined the crowd, raised their eyes to look, and then became part of the group.
As more people gathered, their expressions became increasingly vivid. From time to time, sighs and gasps could be heard...
"Hiss..."
"Tsk tsk..."
It was like watching a movie, and there was no shortage of people critiquing it.
Someone was speechless and hopped around in frustration. "No way? He is even picking up a broken sickle? Is he planning to sell it as scrap metal?"
Another, accustomed to such sights, responded calmly, "How novel. He is even stripping clothes off dead people, so what is a sickle..."
Someone else felt ashamed. "Uh... this Bai Mang is truly greedy."
One person complained, "Cough cough, I heard that the Little Grand-Uncle of the Wendao Sword Sect also likes to rummage through corpses, but compared to this Bai Mang, he is still conservative..."
Someone reached a conclusion, "So... Xu Xian cannot beat Bai Mang."
The group of demon gods in the Demon Abyss currently had expressions uglier than if they had eaten feces.
Especially the face-conscious Jin Yu and the Yellow Demon, who wished they could find a crack to crawl into.
How embarrassing.
It was too embarrassing.
This embarrassment was now known to the whole world.
The comments reaching their ears were inexplicably harsh, but they had no way to refute them.
First, they did not dare to, as there were not many people here who were easy to provoke.
Second, it was the truth.
It was witnessed by everyone, so they could not stop people from speaking the truth...
"Sister, after he comes out, you really must discipline him... A demon cannot be like this. This is not good." Jin Yu whispered very softly into Jin Qing's ear.
Jin Qing's cheeks twitched...
Sweat beaded on her temples...
Discipline?
How could she discipline him?
With what?
Chi Ming sighed and forced himself to say, "Actually, it is quite good. He is very frugal..."
However, this immediately drew looks of disdain and contempt from the crowd.
The way they looked at the demon gods was actually the same way Xu Xian looked at others...
Chi Ming's embarrassment doubled, feeling that he should not have opened his mouth.
The other experts were already biased, and they speculated that Bai Mang's behavior was no coincidence.
They feared that these demon gods were the same.
As the saying goes,
When the superiors are crooked, the subordinates follow suit.
Feeling this discriminatory gaze, the demon gods were suffering internally.
If possible, they wanted to temporarily quit the demon race or pretend they did not know the person in that image.
On a small boat, the group from the Wendao Sword Sect watched with great interest, enjoying themselves immensely.
They had a detached and carefree attitude, as if it were none of their business.
They were now very certain that this youth was definitely their junior brother, especially Ye Xianyu and Lei Yunche.
They were absolutely certain.
Lei Yunche commented, "It is my junior brother. His style remains unchanged."
Ye Xianyu said, "Whenever he goes out, he never comes home empty-handed..."
Every time Xu Xian went to Lei Yunche's home, he would dig up a piece of lightning-struck wood. Every single time. The area in front of his cave abode had gone bald.
As for Ye Xianyu, as long as Xu Xian was in the sect, she would often lose a bowl or a ladle. It was all normal...
Li Qingshan said nothing.
Lu Yuan also remained silent.
Lin Fengmian stroked his beard, his eyes narrowed into slits.
Yao Xiqiao crossed his arms, the corners of his mouth twitching upward uncontrollably.
Jiang Wanyin rested her chin on her hand and sighed softly, saying with a hint of self-reproach, "Do you think we were too harsh on Little Eleven?"
The others were startled.
Where did that come from?
"Look at him. He is like this because he must have been terrified of being poor in the past." Jiang Wanyin said with some heartache.
The others were stunned by her words.
Especially Ye Xianyu and Li Qingshan. They had the most contact with Xu Xian and knew how wealthy he was.
He was poor?
Had he ever been poor?
If he were truly poor, would there be any rich people left in the world?
The two of them tactfully remained silent.
However, Lu Yuan could not help but complain, "Is it possible that he is just purely greedy?"
Ye Xianyu and Li Qingshan nodded simultaneously.
They deeply agreed with this.
Jiang Wanyin said half-doubtingly, "No way. Little Eleven likes to take small advantages, but he would not be this greedy, right? I do not think he is that kind of person."
Lu Yuan gave a cold laugh.
"Heh..."
What kind of person?
The kind of person who takes my cloak to pick up girls.
He has no bottom line.
Li Qingshan gave Lu Yuan a flick on the head and reminded him, "Watch your attitude."
Lei Yunche spoke in a deep voice, "To be fair, Little Eleven is still a very honest person."
The two of them shared a mutual understanding...
Lu Yuan said nothing, remembering a saying: as long as you are outstanding enough, there will always be great sages to defend your actions.
Just wait and see.
Based on his understanding of Xu Xian, once he finished looting the corpses, he would move on to something else.
At that time, these few people would have their faces slapped.
Time passed quietly.
The demon cultivators on the Blazing Fortress had lost their initial curiosity.
Everything settled into tranquility.
As for the Fanzhou experts who were watching, they felt it was boring and tedious, gradually losing their patience.
Where was the novelty from the beginning?
It was nothing more than Bai Mang picking up storage bags, weapons, and armor left behind by the dead in the corpse piles...
However, they were curious. Was it not said that cultivation was suppressed in the Emperor's Tomb?
Why did the Bai Mang they saw appear able to use immortal arts and move about freely?
But they did not think too much about it. Perhaps it was because of the commotion earlier, or perhaps he had obtained the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb and thus had special privileges.
As for what the legacy of the Emperor's Tomb was?
No one knew.
To take the legacy but still not forget to pick up these mundane items was bound to attract criticism...
Fortunately,
Through the hazy images, they could see a bone bowl.
Inside the bowl lay some figures, each looking disheveled and wretched.
But at least they were alive.
That was enough. They had come here to take their juniors back.
So they were all waiting, waiting for him to finish picking things up.
Half an hour passed...
An hour passed...
Three hours passed...
The saints' eyes felt slightly dry, and their necks were a bit sore. Someone could not help but whisper a complaint, "Is he not tired?"
Someone else could not take it anymore and shouted in impotent rage, "Argh! I cannot stand it! How much longer is this brat going to keep picking things up..."
Those with good tempers were fine, but those with bad tempers were already losing their minds.
They wished they could dive in right now and strangle the brat with their own hands.
It was not until the fourth hour, when everything in the Demon Abyss beyond the Blazing Fortress began to rest and the spiritual water glowed, that it happened.
The sky turned dark.
Xu Xian also stopped.
Everyone secretly breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, at this moment, they felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted.
"Phew..."
"He finally finished."
But in the next second, their relaxed brows furrowed once again.
The frowns were deep, as if carved by a heavy brush.
"This is..."
"He wants to..."
A sudden, groundless curse rang out.
"Damn it! He is even taking that?"
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