Immortal Path Space

Chapter 215: Spoils of War

Upon learning that snake meat was poisonous, everyone hesitated to take any. Fearful of poisoning, they refrained from accepting the snake meat. After all, even a third-tier demonic beast had been tormented to such an extent. No one was certain about what Wang Hong might have fed the snake, and their gazes towards him became somewhat suspicious.

Observing that no one dared to claim the snake meat, Wang Hong used the excuse of wanting to research the venomous properties of the snake meat. He retrieved more than ten storage bags and distributed the snake meat among them.

Only a few Foundation Building Cultivators believed there might be some profound secrets within the snake meat. Each of them took a small piece, intending to study it thoroughly later on.

Unlike Wang Hong, who had numerous storage bags, most people only carried one or two. Carrying too many was inconvenient, as these bags were spatial magical weapons that couldn't be placed inside others.

Wang Hong's spatial abilities allowed him to store storage bags within his space effortlessly. Every time he appeared to take one out from his robe, it was actually from his spatial storage.

Having collected these third-tier snake meats, Wang Hong planned to refine them and use them as food for the poisonous bees. These were third-tier spiritual objects, and who knows, maybe feeding them to the bees could elevate their tier.

He also considered giving some to the demon-hunting tree, though he was unsure whether the seeds it produced would be toxic.

During the distribution of the snake materials, Shen Jian suggested that the snake had initially been poisoned by Wang Hong, giving everyone a chance to kill it. Moreover, this action saved two flying boats from being destroyed by demonic beasts. The boat that had been wrecked was now scattered in fragments across the mountain valley, a testament to the demonic beasts' hatred for flying boats.

Apart from that, they directly saved the lives of nearly a thousand people on the three flying boats. If all three boats had been destroyed, facing a beast tide of hundreds of thousands, none of the people on the flying boats would likely have survived.

Shen Jian believed that Wang Hong deserved the most credit. The materials from the demonic serpent should be shared with Wang Hong receiving an extra portion.

This proposal received the support of hundreds of people. Some cold-hearted individuals expressed opposition, but with few supporters, the majority followed the popular opinion.

Ultimately, the leaders agreed. To become a leader in this force, besides possessing strength, one needed to be tactful. The additional materials, distributed among three thousand people, were only a meager benefit, not worth missing the chance to curry favor.

In the end, Wang Hong received a large piece of snake skin, barely enough to refine a protective garment.

After the demonic serpent was divided among the group, they set up a temporary camp on a flat ground a few miles away from the battlefield, enclosed by the flying boats. Here, they could rest and await the return of the Golden Core Cultivators.

The battles of the Golden Core Cultivators took a considerable amount of time. With centuries of cultivation experience, each one was a sly old fox with some hidden tricks up their sleeves. Sometimes, two opponents could battle for days without either side managing to kill the other.

For these lower-tier Foundation Building Cultivators, the best option was to patiently wait in this area.

The reinforcements that came, consisting of combat-oriented cultivators, alchemists, and refining tool experts, were still on their way. Wang Hong, being the sole alchemist, remained highly sought after.

In their temporary camp, the Qingxu Sect arranged a makeshift alchemy room for Wang Hong.

This temporary Alchemy room was, in fact, a magical weapon that could be resized. When minimized, it was only the size of a fist, easily fitting into a storage bag. When enlarged, it had two rooms where Wang Hong could engage in Alchemy and rest, a special privilege befitting his status as a second-tier Alchemist.

Wang Hong announced that for this round of Alchemy, he would accept demonic beast materials as payment without deducting any pills separately. This delighted the Foundation Building Cultivators, who had amassed piles of demonic beast materials that their storage bags couldn't contain and had no place to sell.

However, Wang Hong was selective about the materials he accepted. Hearing that he was willing to take demonic beast materials, other cultivators sought him out, hoping to trade with him. With demonic beast materials flooding the market, even if they couldn't trade for pills, converting them into spirit stones was still viable.

Using pills, spirit herbs, and spirit stones, Wang Hong traded for some second-tier beast skins, some suitable for refining armor and others for crafting talisman paper. He also traded for the essence blood of second-tier demonic beasts, which could be used in talisman-making.

After these transactions, he expressed his inability to trade further, claiming he had no extra spirit stones or spiritual herbs. Once he refused further trades, Wang Hong closed the door and began his Alchemy in seclusion.

In the night, a few people remained on watch on the flying boats surrounding the temporary camp. They sat within, chatting and joking. Though engrossed in their lively discussions, they failed to notice a black figure emerging from the ground on the outskirts of the temporary camp.

This person was Wang Hong, now draped in a black cloak acquired from a killer's body years ago. This cloak could block divine sense detection, making him invisible as long as he remained still.

Glancing around in the thorny thicket, ensuring no one noticed, he stealthily headed towards the daytime battlefield.

The large pile of demonic beast corpses, resembling peaks, lay there untouched and wasted. Wang Hong felt restless at the thought of letting them go to waste and believed they should be collected for better use, especially since there were numerous second-tier demonic beasts among them.

Near the pile, as far as his divine sense reached, the demonic beast corpses vanished and appeared in his space.

Early the next morning, Wang Hong opened the temporary Alchemy room, looking fatigued. Absorbing that mountain-like pile of demon corpses into his space had heavily drained his divine sense.

Supporting his exhausted body, he retraced his steps, destroying the tunnel he had dug and erasing all traces. Back at the temporary camp, he drank a pot of Qiu Long Tea, slightly rejuvenating his spirits.

"Senior Brother Wu, these are the pills I refined last night. Please distribute them for me. I still have dozens of materials waiting for refinement," Wang Hong found Wu Dayong and handed over a bunch of bottles.

Wu Dayong looked at the numerous pill bottles, then at Wang Hong's tired expression. "Junior Brother Wang, take care of yourself. There's no rush with these commissions. Your health is more important."

Wu Dayong thought Wang Hong's fatigue was due to Alchemy and quickly advised him.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Wu. I will be careful," Wang Hong replied with gratitude before returning to his seclusion for more Alchemy.

The materials used this time were from his own inventory, and with plenty in stock, there was no need for refinement. After closing the door, he slept for a day and a night, waking up refreshed.

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