Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 15
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 618: Vajra's Angry Gaze
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3826: The Illusionary Ancestor’s Gift
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 243: Found!
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
Forecreek Town.
This was a small town located on the western side of Nadir Hill.
Tang Jie was in a small inn in this town, taking stock of his inventory.
Although he hadn't needed much effort to destroy a minor sect, he had managed to get quite the motley assortment of things, with quite a few low-level art relics, medicines, and talismans.
This sect had been just too small, so he wasn't able to get anything particularly good. The best art relic wasn't even worth looking at in Tang Jie's eyes. But in the end, no matter how low-value they were, they were still worth something.
In the past, Tang Jie would have packed them all up and then sold them off to some store for spirit coins, saving him the time and effort.
But things had changed. Now that Tang Jie had decided to embark on a road of slaughter, he suddenly realized that he didn't have a use for money. There was no need to sell off these things, for spirit coins had no use for him in his current situation.
The art relics could be shattered with the Weapon Mantra, but he would have to pick out which pills he could actually use, and the talismans were nothing more than scrap paper.
Thus, once he was done organizing, he had a pile of bottles and a stack of talismans next to him. These things were truly useless to him, but it was also a pity to throw them away, rather like chicken bones.
"Ha, if only everything could be like with the Weapon Mantra, which can smelt all art relics," Tang Jie sighed. He suddenly sat up. "Yiyi, what do you think the Martial Lord's original reason for developing the Weapon Mantra was? Isn't it said that the Martial Lord spent his entire life in battle? That means a lifetime of killing, and since it was difficult to handle all of his war spoils, what if he decided to create a spell art to refine all these things?"
Yiyi felt dizzy from these words. "You're saying that a spell art as amazing as the Weapon Mantra was created by the Martial Lord just for dealing with trash art rel
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Tang Jie getting his own little world! And he's making Nadir Hill pay for it!