He quickly moved through the cave, using the system's guidance to collect the other scattered artifacts. The Soul-Binding Talismans went into the dimensional ring. The spirit stones. The weapons.
And most importantly, he gathered every single one of the 2,847 purified spiritual herbs he'd cleansed earlier, carefully storing them in specialized preservation containers from his ring.
Each herb was legendary-grade now—worth more than most sects' entire treasuries. Together, they represented unimaginable wealth and power.
'This is more than enough to rebuild my cultivation,' he thought with satisfaction. 'And arm an entire sect if needed.'
With everything important secured, he turned his attention back to Lianhua.
She was still unconscious, breathing softly, her newly-healed body glowing faintly with residual spiritual energy. Her thick thighs were slightly parted, pussy still glistening with traces of their earlier activities, tail draped across her hip.
