Chapter 553 - 553: What a Pauper

A cluster of Devouring Power surged in Chu Qingyun's palm.

At that moment, Luo Jingwen suddenly shrieked, "You—you can't kill me!"

"Can't kill you? And why is that?"

His face filled with terror, Luo Jingwen roared, "My older brother is an Outer Sect Seed Disciple of the Saint Extreme Sect! He's a Level-Nine Martial Spirit! If you kill me, he'll definitely avenge me!"

An Outer Sect Seed Disciple.

Hearing this, even Chu Qingyun couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

"Outer Sect Seed Disciple" wasn't an official title in the Saint Extreme Sect. Instead, it was a designation used within the Outer Sect for exceptionally strong Level-Nine Martial Spirits.

The "seed" part of the title meant they were considered contenders with a real hope of winning the qualification tournament and entering the Inner Sect.

Every Outer Sect Seed Disciple was a Level-Nine Martial Spirit, and a publicly acknowledged, powerful one at that.

'But so what!'

'He saw my Devouring Power. I don't care if his brother is an Outer Sect Seed Disciple—even if he were an Inner Sect Disciple, this guy still has to die!'

Unwilling to hear any more of his threats and nonsense, Chu Qingyun slammed his palm onto Luo Jingwen's head. All sound ceased.

Chu Qingyun devoured all the Primordial Power from Luo Jingwen and his six companions.

This caused the Primordial Liquid in his Qi Sea to rise by a visible sliver.

After finishing off the seven men, Chu Qingyun casually waved his hand. A current of Primordial Power swept over the ground, blowing away the scattered ash and bone fragments.

Twelve sect Tokens and fourteen Storage Rings remained on the ground.

The Saint Extreme Sect's Tokens and the Storage Rings were clearly not made from trash materials, so they hadn't been destroyed by the Devouring Power.

Luo Jingwen and his group consisted of only seven people, yet they possessed twelve sect Tokens.

Clearly, they weren't good people themselves; they had likely preyed on other Outer Disciples in this Molten Rock District.

With their owners dead, the sect Tokens naturally became ownerless items.

However, the information recorded inside them still existed.

Chu Qingyun picked up Luo Jingwen's sect Token. After injecting a stream of Primordial Power, Luo Jingwen's name appeared in a corner, while a number materialized in the middle.

"192"

Apparently, this was Luo Jingwen's Saint Extreme Points balance.

'Not even two hundred… What a pauper…'

Seeing this number, Chu Qingyun couldn't help but shake his head.

Compared to the more than ninety-four thousand Saint Extreme Points on his own Token, this amount was so pitifully small it wasn't even worth mentioning.

In this, however, he was mistaken.

It wasn't that Luo Jingwen had few Saint Extreme Points; it was that Chu Qingyun's own total was just too outrageously high…

Among the twelve sect Tokens, five had no Saint Extreme Points left, just as he'd expected. The seven men must have already transferred the points to their own Tokens.

Of the remaining seven, Luo Jingwen's had the most, with nearly two hundred Saint Extreme Points.

The other two, the Level-Eight Martial Spirits, had just over a hundred each.

The Level-Seven Martial Spirits all had less than a hundred; the most was over sixty, while the least was just over twenty.

After killing seven people, he had only obtained a total of five hundred and sixty Saint Extreme Points.

After transferring all the points to his own sect Token, Chu Qingyun now possessed a total of ninety-four thousand, nine hundred and sixty Saint Extreme Points.

As for the fourteen Storage Rings, Chu Qingyun gave them a cursory inspection but found nothing of particular note.

Thus, he simply picked out the Primordial Spirit Liquid and dumped everything else into a corner of his own Storage Ring.

Chu Qingyun's Storage Ring had a massive amount of space.

Ever since stepping into the Blood-soaked Land, he had been stuffing the contents of every Storage Ring he acquired into his own.

Even now, it was only about a third full.

However, he had also collected a good number of Storage Rings of various sizes. All together, they were probably worth a considerable fortune.

'Come to think of it, I should probably sell off all these miscellaneous goods and empty Storage Rings…'

Chu Qingyun muttered to himself, holding the fourteen now-empty Storage Rings.

But after a moment's thought, he shook his head and casually put away the Storage Rings.

It was better to sell these things outside the sect, in a city like Celestial Martial City.

Selling them within the Saint Extreme Sect, whether at a trading district or directly to the sect itself, would be a huge loss; the prices were guaranteed to be much worse than outside.

For a few Spirit Level Divine Weapons or some Spiritual Medicines—small expenses like that—Chu Qingyun didn't care and had just bought them in the Outer Sect Trading District.

However, while the individual value of the items he had accumulated since the Blood-soaked Land wasn't very high, together they added up to a very significant sum.

Chu Qingyun wasn't short on funds at the moment, so he didn't want to take that kind of loss.

The seven men's Storage Rings contained over twenty thousand measures of Primordial Spirit Liquid in total, a welcome supplement to Chu Qingyun's reserves.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Chu Qingyun once again began to think about how he could get his hands on the Magma Essence.

He recalled his earlier interrogation of Luo Jingwen.

When he learned that nearly everyone in the Molten Rock District was in the outer area searching for him, an idea had flashed in Chu Qingyun's mind.

After mulling it over carefully, Chu Qingyun finally settled on a plan.

'This time, I'm not just going to get the Magma Essence, I'm also going to completely replenish the Primordial Liquid in my Qi Sea!'

A ruthless look flashed across Chu Qingyun's face in the darkness, and then he sped toward the outer edge of the Molten Rock District.

All these people in the Molten Rock District were hunting for Chu Qingyun for no other reason than to kill him and seize the Saint Extreme Points in his sect Token.

Since that was the case, he, Chu Qingyun, felt no need to show mercy or pay any mind to so-called fellowship among disciples.

Near the outer edge of the Molten Rock District.

A party of four, led by a Level-Eight Martial Spirit, was wandering aimlessly, periodically using the glow of their Primordial Power to inspect dark, shadowy places suitable for hiding.

"Boss, are we really going to find that Chu Qingyun by just wandering around like headless flies?"

"The chances of finding him are slim to none. He probably fled back to the sect ages ago…"

Two of his subordinates couldn't help but mutter.

But the Level-Eight Martial Spirit shook his head and said, "The chances are small, but if we do find him… a mere Level-Six Martial Spirit, carrying over ninety thousand Saint Extreme Points…"

As the Level-Eight Martial Spirit spoke, the eyes of all four men began to burn with greed and desire again.

Many people in the Molten Rock District were continuously searching for Chu Qingyun, but deep down, they all knew full well that the chances of finding him were incredibly small.

But the lure of over ninety thousand Saint Extreme Points was simply too great.

So great that even if there was only the slightest sliver of a chance, they wanted to keep trying.

And at that very moment, a figure suddenly emerged from the depths of the Molten Rock District.

"Excuse me, Senior Brothers. I was wondering if any of you know anything about the Magma Essence here in the Molten Rock District?"

This person was, of course, Chu Qingyun.