Xuanjian: I am the tenth son of Zhenchi, and I plot to seize the throne from Zhenlong.

Inside the market, Su Ming concealed his presence and casually found a corner to change into a black robe.

The Li family does not use blood energy, so he still had quite a bit left in his storage bag. He casually took out two bottles and sprayed them on his body, then put on a mask from his storage bag.

A moment later, a demonic cultivator covered in blood emerged from the shadows and wandered casually through the market. As he passed a shop called "Dan Yang Ge," a jingling sound rang out from inside.

"Hurry, hurry, move faster!"

Inside the shop, three figures in black robes, their eyes bloodshot, were frantically collecting bottles of pills into their storage bags.

The shopkeeper and his assistant had already fallen into a pool of blood. In the assistant's arms, whose chest had been ripped open, a jade bottle had also been cut open, with several pills soaking in the blood, before being trampled to pieces by the demonic cultivator's hurried footsteps.

Huang Zhengli was extremely excited. He had been living in poverty in the countryside for countless years, and every time his identity as a demonic cultivator was exposed, he would be relentlessly pursued and beaten like a rat crossing the street.

One day, a few like-minded people found the cave where he was hiding, and thus began a life completely different from the first half of his life.

They burned, killed, and looted their way through, following the orders of the "Great Demon." As for who the "Great Demon" was, he didn't know and didn't want to know.

For him, being able to rob someone to his heart's content and never having to go back to that stifling life was enough.

"I've struck it rich! I've struck it rich! Hahaha!"

He was overjoyed, his eyes were bloodshot, and saliva was dripping from the corners of his mouth.

"Bang!"

A loud crash was heard as their tightly closed shop door shattered into several pieces and fell to the ground.

A wildly arrogant voice rang out from the courtyard: "Spit out everything you have, this place is mine now!"

"Which son of a bitch is blind?!" The third brother cursed angrily when he saw that the two men were not moving and were still stuffing pills into their storage bags. He then picked up his knife and rushed out.

Just as Huang Zhengli raised his hand to grab a bottle of pills, his corpse flew back at an even faster speed, crashing into the shelf with a bang. The body was torn to pieces, and blood splattered everywhere before it inexplicably burst into flames. It was clear that he was no longer alive.

Huang Zhengli froze, and then a figure carrying a long sword strode in with an air of arrogance, the aura of a peak Qi Refining cultivator causing the two to catch their breath slightly.

Su Ming casually flicked his longsword, wiping the blood off the blade: "Hand over everything if you don't want to die."

Su Ming's swordsmanship was quite good, and since he needed to disguise his identity at this moment, he naturally chose a suitable longsword to use.

Huang Zhengli nodded. He was used to this situation and immediately began to take out pills from his storage bag. Although it hurt, he didn't want to waste time now and there was still a chance to make up for it from other places.

The second brother, who had only taken out a few bottles, couldn't resist and said somewhat resentfully, "Fellow Daoist, there should be a proper order to things... We are the Great Demon's subordinates. You killed our people as soon as you came in, and now..."

"Go to hell with you! I don't care who you're from, you'd better hurry up and die!"

Su Ming cursed under his breath, his attitude arrogant, and casually threw a storage bag on the ground, his meaning self-evident.

Huang Zhengli immediately picked up the storage bag on the ground and filled it with pills and spirit stones, while verbally advising him.

"Second brother, hurry up and install it. There must be other places we've missed. We can still make it in time."

The demonic cultivator's face turned ashen after a few breaths. Since the situation was against him, he had no choice but to obediently start searching for pills from all directions.

Su Ming knew he couldn't push the two too hard, so while they were storing their spiritual resources, he took a few steps over and pulled off the storage bag that hadn't been burned off the corpse.

Then he took out the items one by one, and he emptied the spirit stone jade tube inside.

The rest were thrown on the ground, causing the two people who were rummaging around the shop to look at them frequently.

"Alright, this place is yours now."

Su Ming threw the empty storage bag on the ground and then snatched the storage bag from Huang Zhengli's hand.

With a quick scan of his spiritual sense, he confirmed that they hadn't put anything strange inside, then waved and left the shop.

Walking through the market while maintaining his concealment technique, Su Ming wandered around for a while, watching the shops that were on fire one after another. Gradually, he realized that he had really fallen into a trap.

These demonic cultivators clearly had a plan, dividing the area according to the mountain. Most of the shops were looted in the first place. He wasn't interested in plundering these corners of the business; he might as well just go and rob two demonic cultivators directly.

So he turned back and bumped right into the two demonic cultivators who came out of the [Dan Yang Pavilion].

Huang Zhengli swallowed hard, a sense of unease rising within him as he looked at the person who had returned. "Dao... Senior, is there anything you've overlooked?"

"Yes, something has leaked."

A moment later…

Covered in knife wounds, Huang Zhengli knelt on the ground, clutching his severed arm, while two gray-black storage bags fluttered in the hands of the figure in front of him.

The body of the second brother beside him had been burned to ashes. Huang Zhengli's face was deathly pale. He never imagined that the two of them could be defeated so completely.

This person simply imbued the knife in his hand with a grayish-red flame, and with one strike, the most troublesome flesh-regeneration technique of the demonic cultivators became completely useless.

The intense heat from the wound burned him to the bone, and his blood rushed wildly to the wound, making it impossible to reattach his severed arm.

"Senior, senior, everything is yours, please spare my life, please spare my life!"

"I'm asking you, how did you pinpoint the location of the other demonic cultivators, when to raid them, when to flee, and who notified you?"

"This person... isn't a demonic cultivator?" Huang Zhengli's heart skipped a beat, but he quickly replied, "I... am just a small fry. I took a poison pill beforehand. The leader said to start grabbing when the formation was broken. I ran away when my stomach started to hurt. As for the rest... I don't know."

Su Ming frowned: "Where do you think you're going?"

"No, I don't know. The leader said it's all about luck. If you survive, find a place to hide, and someone will come looking for you later."

Upon hearing this, Su Ming casually swung his knife and beheaded the man. He had thought that this man, who was with two demonic cultivators and had managed to seize a shop, would be a minor leader, but he turned out to be just cannon fodder.

Since things had come to this, he dared not linger any longer. He casually emptied the contents of both storage bags and threw away the miscellaneous items.

There was no time to distinguish them carefully. They put everything into their own storage bags, and if they couldn't fit it all, they grabbed a pocket from the man's clothes, slung it over their backs, and left.

On the ancient road, Yu Yuxi's expression grew increasingly anxious. Just as she was about to head to the market, she finally saw Su Ming, dressed in a black robe, flying down from below with a grin.

As he flew closer, Su Ming tossed a storage bag to Li Yuanjiao, casually saying, "Some fool tried to rob me on the way, so I just chopped him down. See if there's anything you want, take it, and throw it away in the storage bag."

He then noticed Yu Yuxi, whose face was full of worry but whose eyes were also filled with anger. Su Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he was about to explain when the woman had already flown away without looking back.

Su Ming looked at Li Yuanjiao with some confusion, but saw Li Yuanjiao shake his head and laugh without answering. He quickly took some things out of his storage bag and then pushed him to signal him to follow.