165 Chapter 165 (1/2)

Matt leaned down and touched the dead body of elder Ming on the forehead. The man's body soon started vanishing out of existence turning into dust before his eyes. What was left was his robe and whatever else he was wearing. Everything was tossed into the storage ring while Matt himself started to examine the new one he got as his loot.

'What do we have here...'

He noticed that the ring didn't really have much preventing him from peeking inside. He thought that someone from a big sect would have some defensive measures preventing others from taking their stuff. Maybe the elder didn't think anyone would be brazen enough to actually steal the ring they always wore on their hand. This type of ring only had a simple lock that only worked when the owner was still alive, maybe this was considered enough.

'Well, not like mine has more to lock it either...'

He glanced inside and saw a nice stash of spirit stones, lower graded, and middle graded ones. Besides that, there were some old cultivation manuals, various pills, and quite an amount of treasures.

'Was this guy some kind of collector...'

There were various items just floating in there, weapons, necklaces, rings, herbs, and even some booze that looked quite expensive. He didn't really have time to look over all of this throughout so he focused his senses to see if there was anything at the nascent soul level, he already had the black sword with him.

'Not really that much in here...'

There was a couple of heaven graded techniques in here, even the manual for that shadowy cultivation art that Wu Ming was using. But it wasn't really anything better than what he had obtained from that secret ground.

'There is another heaven realm weapon in here, guess even elders don't have enough cash to have many of those around... or maybe he didn't bring his whole stash along with him.'

The other item was a large black glaive, it was an early heaven graded weapon and kind of what he needed right now.

'I'll use this to get my body refining to the next level... the sword I can use for combat, it's also a middle graded one. Don't really see any demonic techniques in here, though that guy with the soul gem didn't have any demonic arts in his own spatial ring either.'

He rubbed his chin and shrugged, he had managed to loot two Dark Palm Masters and was a lot richer but this wealth wasn't nearly enough for what he was planning to do. No, he would need a lot more, mostly more spirit stones or beast cores, any treasures that could be used to increase his spirit point count would do.

'I guess I should go back into the city, there should still be some loot left in that base of theirs...'

There was no more danger waiting for him there, besides this one Buttler looking guy that was still looking at him from the distance. The man didn't feel hostile though, the aura he was exuding was mostly just curiosity than malice.

'No use fighting a fight that I can avoid, shouldn't get too cocky...'

He thought to himself while flying back into Jade Grass City. After taking the residual energies of the two nascent soul fighters the city looked deserted, everything was closed and was covered in a layer of dust. He could feel people hiding in the buildings while he was flying by, but they were just scared civilians that he wouldn't bother with.

”Greetings, seen something you like?”

Matt asked the man that hovered down from the giant golden dragon gate. The two men looked at each other, their spiritual senses clashing against each other as they tried to feel each other out.

”Why yes good fellow, you have given this old man quite the show to watch.”

The man gave a little bow, the monocle that was sitting on his face almost slipping out during it.

”Ah, sure... I'll keep this quick as I don't have much time. What is your stance on all of this?”

Matt was now holding the black sword in his hand, looking quite menacing. His Soul-Beast was also hovering in the back but outside the city, mostly there to alert him if any other nascent soul trouble arrived.

”No need for that look ol' chap, the Yinglong Pavilion always remains neutral in situations like this, there is nothing to fear.”

Matt raised his eyebrow and then looked at the large store's name. He even recalled selling some of his crafted items and loot at a less prominent branch store.

”But if I may, could I pose the same question to you ol' chap. You're not thinking about robbing my good establishment here, are you now?”

The man's aura warped and you could see a cold glint behind those eyes. This pressure washed over Zhang Dong's body making him take a step back in surprise. This man was certainly stronger than that previous opponent that he fought just recently. Battling would be unwise, his plan of sacking this place was now being questioned by himself.

”Robbing? Me? No... I was just going to grab some stuff I left behind at the Dark Palm Sect.”

Zhang Dong straightened out, his aura getting unlashed into the surrounding area and canceling the killing intent that was produced by the old English gentleman looking fellow. The man's face twitched slightly, his facial expression going back to a cheerful smile as if nothing happened at all.

”Well that's fine, as long as you leave Yinglong Pavilion out of your disagreement with that Sect, we will always remain neutral. I can give you my word.”

Matt nodded, he already had a big faction going after him, he didn't want another one to be after his head. Previously he thought that this place belonged to the Dark Palm Sect. He had no problem in robbing his enemy blind, but this was another power altogether.