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Having exhausted all his strength in his sword technique, Boss Jiang knew he was out of spiritual power and death was certain.
And Mo Hua, true to form, didn’t give him the slightest chance, nor showed any mercy, casting the Fireball Technique frequently until the weakly Boss Jiang was finished.
With this, the entire group of human traffickers was annihilated.
The surroundings were a complete mess, charred and blackened, the thatched cottage destroyed by sword control, and grass clippings scattered everywhere.
Mo Hua nodded to himself, deciding it was time to slip away.
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Based on the conversation between Boss Jiang and the chubby shopkeeper, other accomplices were expected to arrive in an hour.
If he were to bump into them, things could get dicey.
However, there was still a bit of time, and Mo Hua had some “cleaning up” to do.
First, he needed to partially erase the traces of the formation, and even though he couldn’t completely eliminate them, he had to confuse the evidence, obscuring the techniques of “Divine Consciousness Control Ink” and “Drawing Ground into Formation”.
Not all Formation Masters could use the ground as a medium to lay out a formation.
Such clues must not be left behind.
The traces of the spells… didn’t really matter.
The Second Grade Fireball Technique was a common skill; as long as one had a Fire-series Spiritual Root, anyone could learn it and use it.
No one would be too suspicious.
Of course, the main reason was that the traces of the fireball were too obvious.
The ten or so traffickers either had been finished off by Mo Hua’s fireball or had been bombarded by it until they were riddled with wounds.
Even if Mo Hua wanted to cover it up, it was impossible to hide.
After checking everything else, Mo Hua made sure no other traces were left.
Then, he began to rummage through their storage bags.
A horse cannot get fat without being fed at night, and a person does not become wealthy without coming across unexpected wealth.
It’s wrong to casually go through someone else’s storage bag.
Mo Hua was a proper little cultivator and didn’t want to engage in “robbery and murder”, but these traffickers were not good people, and they were fat sheep that had delivered themselves to his door. It would be embarrassing not to take something substantial.
Moreover, to kill them, he had wasted Second Grade Spiritual Ink and also used up over a hundred Spirit Stones. These costs had to be recuperated from their pockets.
As a minor cultivator, earning Spirit Stones wasn’t easy.
“It’s not about getting rich; it’s just about breaking even!”
Mo Hua nodded to himself, and then started eagerly searching through the traffickers’ storage bags.
Inside these bags, there was everything, from Spiritual Artifacts used for killing, sinister Runes, and some common pills, as well as some indecent pills whose intended use was unknown.
Mo Hua originally wanted to take everything.
But after thinking it over, he hesitated.
“Most of these are probably stolen goods, and even if they aren’t, they’re mostly unclean…”
If he were to take them, could he possibly leave a trail…
Could others “use the map to find the clues” to track, investigate, or even hunt him down…
And besides, if they were indeed stolen goods, what use would they be to him?
Most of the stolen items were secondhand and would be hard to offload once he reached the Qian Learning State Boundary.
If he were in Tongxian City, with the backing of Court Leader Zhou and Elder Yu’s support, even if not sold, Monster Hunters could circulate them within their own ranks.
However, in the Qian State, where he was unfamiliar, it was a different story…
Greedy for small advantages might lead to greater losses.
“As a mature cultivator, I must learn to restrain my desires…”
Mo Hua thought to himself and decided to leave the Spiritual Artifacts, pills, and Runes in their storage bags, not pocketing them.
But Spirit Stones were different.
Spirit Stones were clean.
It’s the cultivators who are dirty.
He would need a lot of Spirit Stones for the upcoming school term…
Mo Hua put the traffickers’ Spirit Stones into his own storage bag, but then he hesitated.
That still wasn’t prudent…
Leaving behind the Spiritual Artifacts, Runes, and pills, but taking all the Spirit Stones, that looked suspicious.
Could this indicate that the cultivator who killed these traffickers was a “little money-grubber”?