Song Hansheng was just about to snap back, but before the words could leave his mouth, a sudden wave of limp weakness and dizziness washed over his limbs.
The spiritual energy throughout his body felt as if it had been completely drained, and his legs could no longer support his weight.
He wasn't the only one. Beside him, the other three Yueqing Sect disciples stumbled simultaneously, their heads feeling incredibly heavy.
Before long, the four of them collapsed heavily onto the ground one after another.
They struggled to squirm, wanting to shout curses, but their entire bodies were so weak and limp that they couldn't make a sound, let alone muster any strength to resist.
Seeing them completely defenseless, Luo Qingyu couldn't help but comment, “Oh, the effects are pretty good. I'll have to stock up on more next time.”
With that, she patted Qiuqiu, who was resting quietly on her shoulder, and slowly walked over to the fallen group.
At this moment, Song Hansheng could only watch helplessly as the black-robed figure reached down and snatched the storage bag from his waist. His chest tightened with fury, yet he was completely powerless to resist.
The other Yueqing Sect disciples beside him were equally anxious, but they could only emit muffled whimpers from their throats, utterly helpless.
Luo Qingyu weighed the four bulging storage bags in her hands.
She directly erased their spiritual imprints and swept all of them into her own storage bag, her movements swift and clean.
“Mhm! Perfect. A successful crime on my very first try.”
Hearing this, Song Hansheng's anger boiled over. His eyes rolled back, and he fainted on the spot from sheer rage.
Seeing the unconscious Song Hansheng, Luo Qingyu was a bit speechless. “Wait, he passed out just like that?”
“His mental fortitude is way too weak. I really don't know how this guy became the chief disciple.”
Resting on her shoulder, Qiuqiu curiously poked its little head out, looked down at the unconscious Song Hansheng, and let out a soft, inquisitive whimper.
Luo Qingyu reached up to rub Qiuqiu's fluffy little head.
“Well, now I've officially offended the people of the Yueqing Sect.”
But as soon as the words left her mouth, her eyes darted around, and an idea instantly popped into her head. She let out a soft chuckle.
“Since a debtor doesn't worry about more debt anyway, I might as well offend them to the very end!”
With that, she pulled a brush from her storage bag, walked over to the four paralyzed figures, and bent down to carefully draw an adorable little turtle on each of their cheeks.
After finishing, she stepped back to admire her masterpiece and nodded in satisfaction, though she felt it was still missing a little something.
So, she wrote four large words on Song Hansheng's robe: “Was Here.”
Next, she took out a recording stone, infused it with spiritual energy, and recorded the sight of Song Hansheng and his group with turtles drawn on their faces.
Looking down at the unconscious group, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. “Hahaha! Song Hansheng, running into me is just your bad luck!”
Having finished her prank, Luo Qingyu clapped her hands to dust off non-existent dirt, looking thoroughly satisfied.
“Let's go, Qiuqiu. We shouldn't linger here. Let's find Senior Brother and the others.”
Qiuqiu wagged its fluffy tail happily, affectionately nuzzled Luo Qingyu's cheek, and obediently curled back down on her shoulder.
With a surge of Luo Qingyu's spiritual energy, the Somersault Cloud slowly materialized, lifting the girl and her fox into the air.
She glanced back at the four paralyzed figures with turtle-painted faces in the middle of the woods. Curling her lips into a smirk, she steered the Somersault Cloud toward the deeper parts of the secret realm.
Flying through the dense forest, Luo Qingyu cataloged her newly acquired loot as she traveled.
Seeing the countless spirit stones, talismans, and various pills inside their storage bags, she was amazed.
Luo Qingyu couldn't help but marvel at the fact that there were actually people in this world richer than her.
The spirit stones from these few individuals added up to hundreds of thousands, which was comparable to a whole month's earnings from her bookstore.
Luo Qingyu pressed her hands together and smiled with her head bowed.
“Thank you for your generous donation, Yueqing Sect.”
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